There are tens of millions of Dharma bodies, and you call this entry-level?

Qixia Courtyard.

This is where the Qixia Sword Sect receives guests. It is a large place with dozens of independent courtyards, located at the foot of Qixia Mountain.

As the leading sword sect within a thousand miles, many large-scale sword-fighting competitions are mostly held here. If the place is small, it really won’t work.

Songzhu Garden.

This is a courtyard near the mountainside.

Although it belongs to the category of a courtyard, you can step into the mountain gate of the Qixia Sword Sect by going up one step. Standing on the terrace of Songzhu Garden, looking up and looking to one side, you can also see the mountainside and the sword-fighting platform on the top of the mountain.

When the sword-fighting competition is not held, it will become a sword-fighting dojo for disciples.

Basically, the sword sects that can be arranged to live here have a good relationship with the Qixia Sword Sect, and they must be iron-clad allies.

Just like Nie Wushuang’s minibus in his previous life.

This time, Chaoyin Pavilion was arranged here.

In the past, they could only live at the foot of the mountain and were not valued at all.

The reason for the change in treatment is naturally because of Nie Wushuang’s existence.

Even the Qixia Sword Sect, a sixth-grade sword sect, could not ignore a person who was born with a sword body, even if this person started learning sword too late, and it was hard to say what he would achieve in the future.

"Junior brother, you must work hard when you go to the Qixia Sword Sect. Don't be lazy like you were in Chaoyin Pavilion. Try a little harder, okay?"

Li Yunpeng forced a smile on his face and encouraged Nie Wushuang.

Nie Wushuang smiled with a cool and handsome face.

"Okay, senior brother!"

It seemed that he did not take Li Yunpeng's advice to heart.

"I'm serious. A big sect like the Qixia Sword Sect not only has big rules, but also strict requirements. If you are lazy, you can't just laugh it off like you did in Chaoyin Pavilion!"

Li Yunpeng said anxiously, speaking at an incredibly fast speed.

"Yeah!"

Nie Wushuang nodded.

This time, his expression was much more serious.

After that, he came to Li Yanzhen.

Li Yanzhen looked a little ashamed, looking at Nie Wushuang, hesitant to speak.

Did he feel sorry for himself?

After all, Chaoyin Pavilion's behavior is a bit like offering a daughter for glory. A leader with self-esteem will inevitably feel a little guilty.

Ugh!

This description is not appropriate!

In short, Nie Wushuang understands this very well.

There is no complaint against Li Yanzhen, and there is no feeling of being abandoned.

After all, it has only been about half a month in Chaoyin Pavilion. Although it is very pleasant to stay, it is far from being able to say that there are any strong feelings.

Everything is the scenery on the road of cultivation.

It will eventually go away and leave.

Not so sentimental.

He is not that kind of person.

"Master, take care!"

Nie Wushuang bowed to Li Yanzhen with a fist.

Li Yanzhen slightly turned sideways to show that he dared not.

Contrary to his usual behavior, he did not say anything more, but just replied with two words.

"Take care!"

Next, Nie Wushuang said goodbye to the black and white swords, his companions who had been through wind and rain and shared life and death for several months.

There is inevitably affection between each other.

Especially for Jian Yibai and Tao Xuanyi, they traveled with Nie Wushuang without any special intention, nor did they regard him as a burden, but more as a little brother who needed protection.

Along the way, there were several dangerous situations, but they supported each other and survived.

Well, for the black and white swords, it was like this.

"Brother, I wish you a bright future!"

Jian Yibai said with a hearty smile.

Tao Xuanyi behind him did not speak, but just smiled, with slightly moist eyes.

Even if they are children of the rivers and lakes, they also have a sentimental side, and sometimes they can't avoid red eyes.

"Brother Jian, sister-in-law, take care!"

Nie Wushuang stopped smiling and said with a fist.

He was sent to Qixia Sword Sect by Li Yanzhen. The benefit of Chaoyin Pavilion was that he could stay in Qixia Villa until the Eight Directions Sword Meeting began, and he could recruit some disciples who failed to enter Qixia Sword Sect. If the disciples were successful in cultivation, they could enter Qixia Sword Sect for further study.

In addition, the Qixia Sword Sect will also come forward to announce to the outside world that Chaoyin Pavilion is an ally of the Qixia Sword Sect.

Anyone who targets Chaoyin Pavilion will be an enemy of the Qixia Sword Sect.

"Take care!"

The two people on the opposite side also stopped smiling and solemnly clasped their fists to say goodbye.

Afterwards, Nie Wushuang did not linger, turned around very coolly, and walked out under the gaze of everyone.

Lin Hanya was waiting outside the yard.

As an outsider, he naturally would not get involved in the previous scene.

Seeing Nie Wushuang coming out of the door, Lin Hanya looked serious, looked at Nie Wushuang seriously, and said in a deep voice.

"After walking out of this door, you are no longer a disciple of Chaoyin Pavilion. I will take you into the secret realm to see the ancestor. The ancestor agrees to burn incense and pay respects to the portrait of the founder of the sect. In this way, you will become a member of our Qixia Sword Sect..."

"Remember! Remember..."

Lin Hanya stared at Nie Wushuang.

"You must abide by the sect rules and not have any second thoughts."

As he spoke, a sharp sword intent spread out from Lin Hanya and fell on Nie Wushuang, putting a lot of pressure on him.

"Well, I don't need to."

Nie Wushuang pursed his lips and nodded.

The sword intent fell on him, but his face was calm.

It's worthy of being a natural sword body!

Lin Hanya sighed in his heart.

For a realm like Nie Wushuang, he can ignore his own sword intent, which can only be related to the attributes of his natural sword body.

Otherwise, is it based on strength?

Afterwards, the two walked towards the top of the mountain one after the other.

Along the way, the red maple leaves are like fire, and the mountain wind blows, like a red tide spreading out, layer upon layer, very spectacular.

After a while, we arrived at the top of the mountain.

There is only one building on the top of the mountain, with golden glazed tiles, red gold walls, and gold foil in many places.

It reflects the sunlight and sparkles.

A bit showy!

Without sending out divine thoughts, Nie Wushuang can sense that this building is completely different from ordinary buildings.

There is a fierce breath lurking inside.

It's like a violent beast with a bloody mouth waiting for him.

Secret space!

Each secret space is converted from the strange domain. Because of the different weirdness, the breath of the secret realm is also different.

This secret realm of the Qixia Sword Sect is a beast.

The breath is very violent.

Lin Hanya did not go in immediately, but stopped at the door. He took a short sword from his waist, a short sword similar to a token.

He handed the short sword to Nie Wushuang.

"Drop a drop of blood on it!"

A simple and direct sentence, without any extra explanation.

Nie Wushuang also consciously did not ask why, although, in this extraordinary world, things like blood and hair should not be given to others at will.

Some mages can use this to cast spells to harm people.

Of course, for Nie Wushuang now, even if the Eight Leaf Mage obtained his blood and hair, he could not do anything to him.

Of course, Lin Hanya didn't know this.

Seeing that he was so well-behaved, he nodded with satisfaction.

"This is the sword order representing the identity of the Qixia Sword Sect. If you drop your blood on it, it will also have your aura. Only in this way can you enter and exit the secret realm under the guidance of others. Otherwise, if you trespass here, you will be pierced by thousands of swords!"

"In short, if it is not passed on, even if you hold the sword order, you are not allowed to come here!"

Lin Hanya warned.

Nie Wushuang nodded.

After that, he followed Lin Hanya into the hall.

The violent aura was like the energy emitted by thousands of mad swords gathered together, rushing towards Nie Wushuang, and then passing by him like a river flowing through boulders.