Legend of the Supreme Sword Immortal

Chapter 53
On the central square of Heyang Town, there is an area belonging to Wanjianmen, and Song Qing is waiting here silently at this time.

Song Qing didn't wait for a long time. After about a meal, those who participated in the disciple selection competition came one after another.

"Hey, my surname is Wang, and I may be your senior brother in the future."

After the participants in the selection of disciples came, a middle-aged man came out of the five Wanjianmen disciples. That man was so advanced that Song Qing couldn't tell. The man cleared his throat, First, I introduced myself, and then announced to Song Qing and others.

"Because there are too many people participating in my Wanjianmen's selection competition this time, I discussed with all my juniors last night and decided to eliminate a few people first. Now I will announce the eliminated people, and hand in my black iron order when I read it. card and leave."

After listening to that person's words, Song Qing and the others suddenly became nervous, and they all prayed silently in their hearts: Don't be me, don't be me...

"Liu Jie, Zhang Gensheng, Mota..."

The man ignored everyone's nervousness, he patted the storage bag on his waist, took out a roll of bamboo slips, and announced it loudly, but at this time it was like a curse.

After the person finished reading, dozens of people walked out silently among the crowd. They silently handed in their black iron tokens, and then left in frustration.

Seeing them leaving sadly one by one, Song Qing and the others didn't feel lucky and happy, but felt a sense of sadness in their hearts.

After all, the trials hadn't started yet, and it was still unknown whether he would become a member of the Leavers.

Song Qing looked at those who had left, clenched his fists secretly, his fingers turned white, and his palms were slightly painful: I must become a disciple of Wanjianmen, definitely!
"Xiao Qing, don't be nervous, you will not be eliminated."

As if sensing Song Qing's nervousness, Tianlang's voice came out from the Langye Sword, comforting the former.

"From now on, you will be here now, and my senior from Wanjianmen will be here soon."

After those eliminated people left, that person turned to Song Qing and the others again, gave instructions to everyone, and then retreated to the ranks of his own brothers and sisters.

But even though the man said he would come right away, Song Qing and the others waited for several hours.

"Boo! Hah! Hah!  …"

Around the time when the sun reached the climax, several sounds of breaking through the sky came from the direction of Lingwu Mountain. Song Qing and others waited and watched after hearing the sound, and suddenly five bright lights of different colors came into view.

"It's a great supernatural monk in the Foundation Establishment Realm..."

"Yujian Feitian, look, it's Yujian Feitian!"

"When can I become such an existence..."

……

After seeing the five brilliance, the square suddenly became noisy, and there were voices of admiration and envy. At this moment, even the disciples of the immortal sect looked at those brilliance, with envy and longing in their eyes .

The five Haoguangs ignored everyone's gazes, and after arriving at Heyang Town, they separated and came to the areas of their respective sects.

One of the white rays of light swept over to where Song Qing and the others were, landed on the ground, retracted his sword, and held his breath in one go. Obviously, he was very proficient in the way of flying a sword to the sky.

"I met Master Xu."

Seeing the old man surnamed Xu coming here, those Wanjianmen disciples immediately greeted him, and then they all clasped their fists in a respectful salute, and said in unison.

"Well, I want to discuss with a few other fellow daoists, you guys wait here for a while."

The old man surnamed Xu nodded in satisfaction, gave instructions to those Wanjianmen disciples, then ignored them and walked towards the City Lord's Mansion next to the square.

At the same time, the other four foundation-builders also walked towards the City Lord's Mansion. It seems that they have already ordered their disciples.

"Tianlang, if I want to become an existence like them, do I have to live until I am seventy or eighty? Then when will my parents' hatred be avenged?"

Song Qing stared closely at the old man surnamed Xu and the other five people, the fire in his eyes had receded, he was frowning tightly at this moment, a little sad and unwilling, and soon asked Tianlang a voice transmission.

"Hmph, do you think I don't exist? If I exist, you can break through to the Foundation Establishment Realm in less than twenty years."

Hearing Song Qing's interrogation, Tianlang not only did not feel relieved, but instead gave a cold snort of dissatisfaction.

"Hey, Tianlang, don't be angry, I'm wrong, isn't it okay?"

Song Qing smiled resentfully, and quickly apologized to Tianlang. He was already full of confidence at this time. Since Tianlang said this, what was he afraid of.

"Humph."

Tianlang snorted coldly again, and then ignored Song Qing, who also wisely did not bother him again.

Time flies, and another hour or two passed in a blink of an eye. The old man surnamed Xu and the others walked away from the City Lord's Mansion slowly, and beside them, they were still flattering with the City Lord on the left and right.

"Well, well done."

After leaving the city lord's mansion, the old man surnamed Xu and the others separated from each other, and then the old man surnamed Xu came to his disciples, looked at the eighty contestants in front of him, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Now the disciple selection competition has been set. The selection is based on individual fighting methods. It is divided into ten venues. There are eight people in each venue. They will be promoted and eliminated. No. 1 will become my Wanjianmen disciple, and the others will be eliminated."

The old man surnamed Xu announced to Song Qing and the others that Song Qing and the others turned pale when they heard that only ten people were accepted as disciples.

"However, due to the limited space, the trials I sent were held in the third place. Now everyone can go back and take a good rest to prepare for the trials three days later."

"Yes."

Although everyone was pale, when they heard the old man surnamed Xu let them go, they all bowed respectfully, and then retreated one after another, returning to their own residences.

Song Qing also returned to the inn with the flow of people, but compared to the other people who were confused about his future, he was relaxed. He had Tianlang's existence, although he couldn't make a move directly because he was afraid of being exposed, but he had to stand out from the eight people Still a breeze.

In the City Lord's Mansion, each of the five sects gathered in a room, but unlike the last time when the disciples from each sect with the highest cultivation were the main ones, this time each was dominated by the seniors of their own foundation-building realm.

In the room where Wan Jianmen was located, the old man surnamed Xu and others were sitting together, and in the middle of them was a storage bag.

"Let's start arranging the order of the trials three days later."

The old man surnamed Xu looked around the crowd, and then gave instructions.

"Yes."

All the disciples responded respectfully, and then began to divide them into wooden boards that recorded everyone's information.

"We have less than ten people, each of you supervises a group, and I supervise the rest."

When the disciples of Wanjianmen were sorting the boards, the old man surnamed Xu ordered again.

"Also, if the three Qi-refining fifth-levels are not in the same group, this is also considered a discount for them."

(End of this chapter)