MTL - The Path Toward Heaven-Chapter 36 Have a meeting

Qi Chengjian conference started.

I first stood up with a sword-washing disciple named Chen Lin.

琳 Chen Lin has been in the inner door for seven years. She successfully took the sword five years ago, but it was not until this year that she had finally completed her sacred realm and was qualified to participate in the Cheng Jian conference.

Years of practice and waiting have given him a calmness that is not consistent with his age. He did not care about the surrounding vision and the pressure of the first appearance, and started his performance intently.

A cold Jianguang left the sleeve, leaving a clear mark on the stone wall flowing with clear water, and then turned back.

He waited for Feijian to get closer, he leapt lightly, landed on the sword, and began to fly the sword, moving back and forth between the cliffs, looking quite skilled.

Suxi Cliff is quiet and silent.

The stone platform above the high cliff is surrounded by clouds and mists. The Angels of the Suzuran Sect, the visitor of Dazawa, the representative of the Chaoge City, the chief of the law hall of Guocheng Temple, and the Shuiyueya who has always been close to the Qingshan Sect. The representatives of the sword school sat in their respective positions, remained silent and did not speak.

This year, the Jingzong sent a representative to observe the ceremony of Qingshan Zongchengjian. The messenger had no experience and did not notice the silence between the cliffs. He watched the disciple named Chen Lin who had a sharp sword and a good commander. Feel free to go back and forth, applaud, applaud a few words.

Chen Lin fell back to the rock in the stream.

Elder Shi Yuefeng, who was in charge of the Cheng Jian conference, looked at him without a question and asked, "Which Feng Cheng sword do you want?"

Chen Lin's expression finally became tense, her voice said dryly: "Practitioner He Dehe can not choose."

When I was talking, he looked at the places where Master Zhufeng gathered between the cliffs, with hope and anxiety.

At the Cheng Chengjian conference, each of the teachers in Jiufengli can only choose one disciple of Cheng Jian, and the number is limited, so they will be very cautious.

琳 Chen Lin knows that her state of cultivation is not prominent in the same door, and she does not dare to be scrambled by Zhu Feng, she only hopes that she can choose one place.

There was no sound between the cliffs, and it was still quiet.

Over time, silence became awkward.

The disciples at the bank of Luxi River who were not qualified to participate in the Cheng Jian Conference, could not bear to look at him.

Sister Yushan Yu turned her face away, nervously afraid to look.

In a dead silence, Chen Lin still kept the surface calm, looking up with unimaginable fortitude, like a criminal waiting for the final sentence.

He knew that if he lowered his head or expressed a little frustration at this time, he might be considered to be unstable by the teachers.

Then he really has to wait another three years.

The messenger of Jing Jingzong also felt very embarrassed. Looking at the eyes of the guests around him, he felt that the hands that had just been clapped had no place to rest. He really wanted to understand that such excellent material as this disciple should be the subject of key cultivation in Jingzong, but in Qingshan Zong ... no one wanted it?

Finally, a voice sounded among the cliffs.

Jin Yunxingfeng had some discussions. Maybe he was thinking that he couldn't compete with the remaining peaks in the next few key candidates and decided to accept Chen Lin.

"Would you like to learn the Swordfencing with Elder Cheng?"

琳 Chen Lin was so surprised, she trembled, "The disciples are willing!"

After saying this, he hurried up the sword and came up to a place somewhere between the cliffs, standing with Yun Xingfeng's colleagues.

Uh ...

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One disciple came out one after another to show his realm and swordsmanship.

These disciple disciples who have been hard-working for many years at Xijian Creek have already practiced to the fullest, and even two or three people have already glimpsed the realm of conception. They can control the sword freely and can fly like birds between the peaks. The sword The trick is even more adept, with flying swords flowing and weaving into a light curtain. Within ten steps, even the waterfall cannot enter.

Qi Qi Yuanliang, Si Kong Yimin, Qi Feiying, these names that appeared many times in Zhu Feng's notes were also selected after a dispute.

The cliff was very quiet. The ambassador of Jingzong received the previous lessons and no longer expressed his opinions easily. He occasionally glanced at the square stone platform deep in the clouds and mists, thinking that the head of Qingshanzong did not know whether he had come in person or as rumored. In the same way, he is practicing that mysterious method as his real teacher Taiping.

The head of Lutang, who came to observe the ceremony at Ranguocheng Temple, closed his eyes and slowly moved the rosary in his hand.

Wu Shuiyue's female disciples and Qing Rongfeng's female disciples were together in one place. They were familiar with what they whispered, and silver bells laughed from time to time.

"It's boring."

The guests of Suspension Bell Sect are sitting on the stone platform of West Cliff.

十三 A 13-year-old girl stared at the flowing water in the stone gap under her feet, feeling that her eyes were a little sour.

She rubbed her eyes and yawned, and a small bell attached to the crystal-loving earlobe made a crisp sound.

The two little bells are silver-colored, is this little girl a silver bell messenger with a low status?

"What do you know?"

A young woman rubbed her head petulantly, and said, "Aoyama Sect is a Kendo school. Playing sword looks boring, but it is not easy."

"The problem is too tedious. One sword passes, one sword comes over, what's so good about it."

The little girl who hanged Suzuzutsu muttered and said, "I had known it was so boring that I wouldn't come."

Suddenly a voice came from under the cliff. She stood up and took a look. She noticed that the crowd was slightly chaotic, and she couldn't help getting interested. She looked at the thin young man who came to the stream and said, "Uncle, look at me! This is not what you just said Show me the natural Taoist species? "

Uh ...

Uh ...

Tamarix came to the stream at the age of ten.

A soft whistle sounded across the strait.

There was also movement between the cliffs, and countless sights cast over.

On the top of the high cliff, the head of the law hall of Guocheng Temple opened his eyes, Daze came to the guest, and the ambassador of Jingzong walked to the cliff early and looked down.

The guests of Guan Guanli showed great interest, or were curious, about Liu ten years old.

The practice world knows that Liu was ten years old and was the third natural Taoist species in the Qingshan Sect in ten years.

Wu Tiansheng Taoism is a cultivating genius that has nothing in common. Ordinary denominations are good when they encounter one for 100 years. Aoyama Sect's luck is extremely jealous.

Wu Zhuoru and Zhao Layue come from the West Sea and Chaoge City, respectively. Their families are extraordinary, they have more dealings with the practice world, and they are relatively easy to find. But I heard that Liu was ten years old and lived in a remote small village. He had never been exposed to spiritual practice before he started. How was it found by the Qingshan Sect?

I looked at the boy standing on the stream, and the feelings of the sects were a little complicated.

Tamarix was unaffected at the age of ten, and standing on a stream stone was still a simple sword.

Feijian rose through the air, there was no afterimage, not even the sword light, as if in an instant ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ came to the stone wall outside Shizhang.

Quiet and silent, there was no ripple in the flowing clear water, and there was an extra round hole in the stone wall.

The seemingly innocent picture attracted a few surprise whispers between the cliffs.

At the age of ten, Tamarix uses his left hand and **** together to apply the most common sword tactics on the sword sutra, and the flying sword returns from the stone wall.

He seemed to take a step to the stream casually, just landed on the sword, followed by the sword, the flying sword dragged a residual image, the speed suddenly increased, became a clear light, and it had already flew out of the cliff in a few breaths. The peak, with a slightly harsh sword howling, broke through the clouds.

People looked up and saw that he had become a black spot in the sky, and had already surpassed the height of Jiufeng.

After a short while, Liu returned to his tenth year with his sword, his face was not red, his heart was not beating, his breath was calm, and he was silent and saluting, as if he had done nothing.

There was a silence between the cliffs, and then there was a cheer.

"OK! OK! OK!"

The ten-year-old Feijian of Tamarix looks simple, but it is extremely calm, without any extraness. It is the style of Kendo that the Aoyama Sect pursues.

Although his state of affairs is still low, how can a 14-year-old boy perform so well and even hide his style?

"This is the natural way?"

Muttered the little girl who was Suspense Bell.

Such a young age is already a silver bell messenger. Her natural history is extraordinary, and her talents are not bad. Knowing that Liu ’s ten-year-old's seemingly simple performance is actually very simple, but for her who loves watching lively Still feel busy enough.

The next moment, her eyes lit up and her spirits refreshed.

A young disciple with a calm expression walked to the rock in the brook and stood opposite Liu Liu when he was ten years old.

"Brother Liu, please advise."