My brother is a sword

Chapter 15

Huang Yanyan has been different since she was a child.

When Huang Yanyan was five years old, she sat on her father's lap in Wanhe Hall and looked at the huge and clear Vientiane fog mirror.

"Daddy, daddy, what are they doing, why are they standing still, it's fun."

"Ah, they are conducting a trial, in order to enter our Nanshan School." A kind smile appeared on the man's face.

"Do you need a trial to enter the sect?" The immature tone was ignorant.

"That's right, it happens every four years, and every time there are countless people who want to pass the trial, but there are very few who can actually pass it."

"Is it so difficult?"

"Of course, but don't worry Yanyan, you were born as a member of the Zhennan Mountain School." The man's tone was full of unparalleled affection.

That's right, she, Huang Yanyan, is different. The threshold that others have spent their whole lives trying to step into, she has been in the threshold since she was born.

After that, no matter whether you practice under your father's door...

"Junior Sister Yanyan, are you going to practice swords? Let's go together."

"Junior Sister Yanyan, you learned swordsmanship so quickly. You have great talent!"

"Junior Sister Yanyan, you know a lot of formulas, can you teach me?"

Still, in the evaluation of the disciples of the sect...

"Junior Sister Yanyan, fate is really good, father is the elder of the sect."

"If you want to say that the most beautiful person in our sect is Junior Sister Yanyan."

"Junior Sister Yanyan is beautiful and kind-hearted. The only ones who can match her are Senior Brother Chen Yu and Senior Brother Wei Min."

If it is said that to others, practicing the Dao is a road against the heavens with numerous difficulties and dangers, then for her, Huang Yanyan, it is a broad road of enjoying the moon and wind, and a comfortable mind.

but!

"That brat has all escaped!"

"Huang Yanyan didn't touch that little devil with a single sword!"

"I've never seen this kind of competition, it's the first time I've seen it."

"Can this Wang Jiuer predict the trend of the sword move? This is too scary, can it be judged by the naked eye?"

The sword swung out against the wind, Wang Jiuer retreated two feet, and then changed his sword move again, piercing straight, Wang Jiuer did not panic, turned his head to the ground, and cleverly dodged it.After dozens of strokes, the sword and sword slammed, and the cold light flickered, but they undoubtedly failed every time. Huang Yanyan's mind had never been experienced, and his square inch was chaotic, and his swordsmanship was irregular, more like venting his anger.

At this time, Huang Yanyan was already making moves based on instinct, and she was already in a state of disarray.

This Wang Jiuer has been playing stupid all this time?His eyesight judgment has already been called terrifying, what kind of posture is unfamiliar, and he doesn't know sword moves, all of them are the despicable tricks of this kid!He knows swords well!Huang Yanyan secretly glanced at the man standing aside, Senior Brother Wei Min was watching!It's really embarrassing!Must, must do something!

Huang Yanyan let out a soft snort, waved her arms, and rose into the air. The human sword merged into one, and approached Wang Jiuer. I'll see how you dodge with the sword in your body!Wei Min was startled, Wang Jiu'er actually pushed Huang Yanyan to such an extent that even the Huang family's housekeeping skills were used.Secretly make secret formulas in hand to meet unexpected needs.

With a sword of Changhong, Wang Jiu'er was already locked to death by the compelling sword energy, and there was nowhere to dodge in all directions. Even if he dodged for a while, he would be entangled in the continuous attacks and had no power to fight back.Hearing the sound of "ding", the fire splattered everywhere, Wang Jiu'er fought back with his sword in a strange way, his sword met the cold edge of the sword unbiasedly, and blocked it!

Huang Yanyan increased his strength, intending to fight Wang Jiuer with all his strength.

However, the force against her dissipated. The moment Wang Jiuer received the sword, she let go of her strength, and moved her body outwards to Huang Yanyan's side.

Powerless to touch, Huang Yanyan's body lost her balance and fell to the ground. In this position, she couldn't make another move. After this battle, how could Huang Yanyan have any face to face others.

The surrounding disciples exclaimed, it would be a pity if this flowery face hit the ground!

She closed her eyes and waited humiliatingly for the pain to come. At this moment, someone grabbed her left wrist and pulled it back hard. After a while, she was already leaning on someone's arms.

"You..." No matter how coquettish and self-willed Huang Yanyan was, she couldn't speak harshly to Wang Jiuer anymore. She didn't expect this situation, and she was speechless for a while.

This kid is not tall, even younger than her, but at this moment, Huang Yanyan has a different kind of affection, not like the infinite yearning for Wei Min, but closer to an approachable throbbing.

Huang Yanyan felt that her heart was beating a little fast, and she didn't know if it was because of the previous fright or some other factors.

When she stood firm, Wang Jiuer let her go. Huang Yanyan said "Thank you" in a low voice, but was lost in the applause of the surrounding disciples. The two did not communicate too much. Wang Jiuer walked back to Wei Min's room around.

It was the first time Huang Yanyan was treated like this, she was indifferent and alienated, even Wei Min would get along with her kindly, not to mention that there were a large number of disciples who flattered her.

Wang Jiu'er was so different, Huang Yanyan looked at the back of the lonely leaving, touched his wrist that was grabbed just now, his cheeks were slightly flushed.

The name Wang Jiuer has been silent for more than a month, because this heroic drama of saving the beauty has once again spread like a plague in the Zhennan Mountain School. It spreads to ten, ten to hundreds, and endlessly. It seems that no new disciple has ever been so eye-catching Pass.

This reputation has even spread to the Shentiao School, which is [-] miles away from the Zhennan Mountain School.

In the middle of the night, the elders of the "Shang" generation of Shentiaomen are having a meeting in a secret room. The only "Tai" generation of Shentiaomen is also the current head of the sect, Guo Taizhen, sitting at the end of the long table, wrapped in cloth, only A pair of sharp eyes are exposed, and above the head hangs the unique eye-shaped symbol of Shentiaomen.The stalemate has lasted for a long time, and the competition for this interest is still going on secretly.

"This is a once-in-a-million-year opportunity. The spruce god, the towering spirit, is about to pass away. His years of cultivation are countless." An elder said impassionedly, "We should come out with all our strength. The matter of taking the spirit is related to the gods. Tiaomen’s millennium foundation must not be sloppy.”

"It is necessary to take the spirit, but who will take it and how to take it is a matter worth pondering." Another elder said.

Some elders snorted coldly: "Take the spirit, each according to his own ability, or else we have to be humble and push back?"

"Everyone depends on their own abilities? Are you trying to attract wanton internal fighting and let other sects enjoy the show?" the older elder scolded, "Don't keep pretending to be your own abacus, think about the overall situation."

"Heh" sneered, "Then you make the arrangements, why bother to gather us here at night."

For a while, many elders were discussing, and you don’t need to listen carefully to know that they are complaining. After all, no one is a saint. Everyone wants to enjoy the fat of Yunshan Shenjun alone. The older elder’s face is livid. Seeing this Unable to suppress the situation, he looked at the silent master Guo Taizhen.

"Master." The tone was respectful.

The elders all fell silent. People from the God Tune School have always been arrogant and undisciplined, and even many uninvolved people mistakenly regard them as heresies. After all, it is still very mysterious to ask the gods to take the upper body, and it is not as good as ordinary righteous practice.However, these arrogant figures are always fearful when facing Guo Taizhen.

A hoarse voice came from the cloth strip, as if from a dying person, "Choose one from the 'Xuan' generation."

Once the hammer is set, no one has any other thoughts, no matter how good the fat is, you have to die to eat it.

"The new blood of Shentiaomen needs outstanding leaders. I heard that Zhennanshan School has recruited a peerless genius this time, and the entry trial will directly lead to the road to heaven." The elder said seriously, and the others silently looked at each other, gradually feeling Although they look down on those sword-wielding barbarians of the Zhennan Mountain Sect, they still approve of them on Dengtian Road, "Who knows if he will be the next Wang Jiuzhi."

The faces of many elders turned pale.

"If we don't care about cultivating the next generation, don't you want to be stepped on by a group of stupid sword cultivators in the future!" These words were like a blow to the head, and the remaining unwillingness in everyone's hearts was resolved.

"Let the younger generation go, we old guys will not get involved."

"Well said, well said."

"In a few days, gather the generation of 'Xuan' and make a selection."

"That's right, with the help of Yunshan Shenjun, our younger generations will not be worse than those of the Zhennan Mountain School."

All the elders looked at each other and smiled, and breathed a sigh of relief, as if they had already found a way out for the future, and if there really was another Wang Jiuzhi, they didn't have to worry about it.

"Wang Jiuzhi is unique." This was the second time Guo Taizhen spoke, and no one under the cloth knew his expression, "No one can be the second him."

The elders stopped talking, and changed the topic. Wang Jiuzhi was their shadow. Back then, one person and one sword blocked the door of their God Tune Gate. For three full months, they stayed behind closed doors for three months. laughing stock.And in the battle of Tianzhu, it was also because of Wang Jiuzhi that the elites of the god-tune sect also suffered heavy losses.

They hated this man so much that they wanted to eat his flesh and blood, but they didn't know the reason, but their head, Guo Taizhen, defended him very much. Although they were dissatisfied in their hearts, there was no need for everyone to worry about a dead man.

"The towering spirit can let that disciple go alone. It's a blessing or a curse. It's God's will." Guo Taizhen interrupted the topic bluntly. Of course, no one would accuse him of being rude.

"But..." Some elders felt insecure, but looking at the eerie figure and the protruding eyes with lifeless eyes, all objections were swallowed back. No one dared to provoke a god people with tattoos.

The discussion came to an end, and after obtaining permission, all the elders left.Only the old man and Guo Taizhen were left in the secret room.

"Master, why only let one person go? Wouldn't it be safer to have someone escort him?"

"Uncle Gu, what happened 50 years ago made me understand a truth." Guo Taizhen fell into a heavy memory, filled with oppressive darkness and despair, "Zhengzhen is really powerful, never depends on the suppression of numbers, but on one person absolute domination."

"Like Wang Jiuzhi?" the old man asked tentatively.

Guo Taizhen was noncommittal, but went on to say, "This kind of people don't need protection to grow up, and taking risks alone is their only way."

"Based on the current situation, what we need is such a person."

The eyes under the cloth strips do not know what kind of past they are looking at.

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