Transmigration: Super Debt System

Three days later.

Niu Ren appears in front of a towering mountain.

In the middle of the waist, there is a magnificent mountain gate, on which is written yujianzong.

Niu Ren gazed at the gate for a few minutes at the foot of the mountain, as if to print it into his mind, and then walked up with firm steps.

"Stop, this is yujianzong. You are not allowed to enter the imperial sword sect." Said the two gatekeepers.

"Two senior brothers, I want to join yujianzong." Niuren slightly green face with a determined look said.

A Mountain Gate disciple looked at him.

"Come with me!"

Then she took him up.

They came to a palace.

"Go in!"

"Thank you, elder martial brother." Niu Ren said politely and went in.

There was a slight dimness in it, and only the faint light of the candle was shining.

At first glance, there are several big pillars, and the rest are simple and unsophisticated.

"Here, boy."

A hoarse voice came from the side, frightening him.

Niu Ren nervously looked to the side and saw a one armed old man looking at him faintly.

"Stand in that circle." The old man with one arm looked at an aperture in the center of the hall, in which mysterious array patterns were carved on the ground.

"Oh, oh."

In this oppressive atmosphere, Niu Ren nodded slightly nervously and went to the aperture.

When he walked in, a light blue gas enveloped him, making him comfortable to close his eyes.

Then a strong blue light came from him, with a hissing sound.

"This..."

The one armed old man's plain face changed instantly, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.

"Ray is Linggen It's still the best! " One armed old man looked at the light and murmured.

Then a lightsaber the size of a finger appeared in his hand and shot into the void.

A moment later, a middle-aged man in a black robe appeared here. The middle-aged man's body exuded a terrible sword sense, as if he could tear up the void.

"Old sword!" The middle-aged man in black called to the old man with one arm.

"Lord." Cried the one armed old man.

"Don't beat me, old sword." Jian Wuchen said with a bitter smile.

"Patriarch, rules are indispensable." Sword old light says.

Jian Wuchen shook his head bitterly and looked at Niu Ren in the middle of the hall.

"It's really the top spirit root." Jian Wuchen said excitedly.

The top spirit root is the best spirit root between heaven and earth. As long as you have good skills and resources, you can easily break through the realm.

There is no genius in yujianzong. The best is only the high-level single root. For example, he, the senior jinlinggen, is much more powerful than ordinary people when using the sword.

The light in the aperture flashed and Niu Ren opened his eyes.

Seeing that there was a middle-aged man in the hall, and the terrible sword on his body was intended to cover the whole area, making him cold sweat and pale.

"Lord, this little guy can't stand your sword." Sword old light says.

"Oh, yes, yes, I forgot." Sword Wuchen smiles awkwardly, and the sword meaning disappears without a trace, as if the sword meaning was not his.

"Little guy, this is the Lord of yujianzong. Come and see him." Sword old light says.

Niu Ren listens and quickly walks over.

"See the Lord."

"Well!" Jian Wuchen nodded.

"Are you here to join yujianzong?"

"Yes, Lord." Niu Ren nodded.

"Would you like to learn from me

"But you can think clearly that there are not many Lei skills in the clan, and they are not very good ones. But I'll try to find it for you. "

Said Jian Wuchen.

"I will."

Niu Ren immediately kneels on one knee and says firmly.

It's enough for him to have thunder. What's more, yujianzong is most famous for his skills of imperial sword. Most of them are sword cultivation, and only a few are different.

"Good, good, I'll take you to tianjianfeng now."

Jian Wuchen smiles happily.