Looking at the entrance that appeared on the tomb bag, Chen Feng felt his scalp numb inexplicably.

Does this mean you want to go in by yourself?

Although digging graves is not a rare thing on the mainland, this tomb is unusual at first glance. If it were seen by those treasure hunters who are most enthusiastic about digging various relics and ancient tombs, they would probably smile crookedly. However,

After all, Chen Feng is not a treasure hunter. He is a living person. If possible, he would try not to go into the grave bag.

But there was nothing he could do. Chen Feng looked around again and saw that the land was still clean and white. It seemed that this was the only way he could go now.

To be honest, since entering the Netherworld, the development of things has surprised Chen Feng.

He only fled into this netherworld to avoid being chased by the Five Poison Sect. Who knew that the token of the Sword Sect left by the sect master actually guided him here.

Is it a coincidence, or is there something somewhere driving the gears of fate?

Chen Feng didn't know, and he was not in the mood to think about it.

After just hesitating for a moment, Chen Feng pulled out the small bronze sword, walked to the entrance, paused, and walked in.

It was still chillingly cold outside, but after walking into the passage, Chen Feng felt much warmer. And even though there was no light source, he could see the scene in the passage more clearly than outside. Although he didn't want to admit it,

, but Chen Feng still has to say that it is indeed much more comfortable inside this tomb than outside.

The passage is not long. After all, the total tombs are only about twenty feet long. After walking about seven or eight feet, we reach the end.

After walking out of the passage, the front suddenly opened up, and it turned out to be a tomb.

The reason why I say this is because Chen Feng saw the huge coffin in the center of the hall in front of him at a glance.

Just like the tomb bag, this coffin is also extremely large. It is rare for ordinary coffins to be seven or eight feet high, but the height of this sarcophagus is more than two feet high. Chen Feng stood in front and could not even touch it when he raised his hand.

This is half the waist of the coffin.

Could it be that the person buried in this coffin is a giant?

Although the tomb was large, it was empty. There was nothing except the coffin, and when Chen Feng raised his head, he could see that the coffin was not sealed. After thinking about it, Chen Feng gritted his teeth, jumped up, and jumped onto the coffin.

Standing on the edge, he carefully pushed open the lid of the coffin. Although it was heavy, he was a king-level monk and was strong enough to push open the lid.

He didn't push it all away, but just pushed open a gap big enough to enter, and then stretched his head to take a look.

Unexpectedly, he originally thought that the coffin in such a huge coffin would be very big, but when he took a look, he saw that lying at the bottom of the coffin was a coffin about the same size as an ordinary coffin. The whole body was crystal clear and smooth.

Like a jade coffin.

But at this moment, the palm of his hand trembled, but the small bronze sword trembled again, and it also emitted a trace of heat, as if urging Chen Feng.

With no other choice, Chen Feng jumped off the coffin and walked to the white jade coffin.

First, he put his hands together and saluted the coffin.

"Senior in the coffin, please forgive me. I don't mean to offend, I just followed the guidance of the master's token."

Then he straightened up and reached out to push the coffin lid. Unexpectedly, as soon as his hand touched the coffin lid, the coffin lid slid open by itself. This sudden move frightened even Chen Feng, who had always been calm.

When someone gets excited, he will subconsciously reach out and draw his sword.

However, what he saw next made him stop and was a little surprised.

The coffin was actually empty.

No, it's not empty. There is something dark lying at the bottom of the coffin. If you look closely, you can see that it is a long sword.

It's just that this long sword doesn't look like a magic weapon, but rather a bit worn out.

Rather than saying it is worn out, it is better to say that it looks like a piece of scrap metal. It is completely black and rusty. The hilt is half rotten, and there are many chips and curls on the blade. It is a used sword.

It seems that it is not as useful as a hatchet for chopping firewood.

When he saw the broken sword, the small bronze sword also stopped vibrating.

Chen Feng was silent for a moment, stretched out his hand, and held the long sword.

As a result... nothing happened.

He picked up the long sword and looked around, but other than that it was worn out, there was nothing special about it.

The small bronze sword led him all the way to the depths of the Netherworld, just for such a broken sword?

Chen Feng found it difficult to understand.

But he really couldn't see anything. No matter whether he injected real energy or imitated those legendary stories and dripped blood on it, there was no change at all. No matter how you looked at it, it was just an ordinary broken sword.

Chen Feng shook his head. Since he couldn't see it, there was nothing he could do about it. Let's take it with him first.

He reached out and inserted the long sword into the strap on his back, inserted it together with his original long sword, and turned around to leave.

At this moment, he heard a crisp cracking sound coming from his back. Chen Feng was startled, stopped, and pulled out the broken sword again.

However, the broken sword remained as it was, and nothing happened.

But where did the sound just come from?

Chen Feng frowned, inserted the broken sword behind his back again, and jumped out of the coffin.

However, the moment he landed, he seemed to have thought of something and reached out his hand behind his back. Only this time, what he pulled out was not a broken sword, but his own long sword.

Even before the sword was unsheathed, Chen Feng already sensed something was wrong with the feel of the sword. When he saw it clearly, Chen Feng fell silent.

His sword was broken.

…

The scene went from the dark Northern Underworld to the sunny West Ling Realm.

At this time, it was early in the morning, and the fresh cool breeze blew in, bringing a bit of coolness to the candidates who were sweating like rain on Wenxin Kendo.

Dao Hongying is still standing on the terminal platform, waiting for the candidates to arrive. For her, waiting for a few days and nights is nothing. When she was in Nanfeng Territory, she often chased and killed a certain evil thief for several days.

A few nights, this was much easier in comparison.

But her beautiful eyebrows were slightly frowned.

There is no other reason. A full five days have passed since the exam started, and the number of candidates taking the Wenxin Sword Way has exceeded one-third, nearly 40,000.

According to the time it takes to walk through the Kendo, the number of people passing through at this time should be close to one-third.

However, until now, the number of candidates who have passed Wenxin Kendo is only ten thousand.

In other words, nearly 30,000 candidates failed to make it to the end.

"It seems that the difficulty of Wenxin Kendo is higher than imagined."

Dao Hongying silently considered that based on this ratio, there would only be about 30,000 candidates who passed the first round of exams.

This is just the first round of exams.

There are three rounds of the entrance exam, and each round will be more difficult.

God knows how many students will eventually pass the exam and join the college.

Dao Hongying is a little worried. If too many people are rejected in the first enrollment and examination, will it affect the confidence of other students to study here in the future?

It has to be said that Dao Hongying has changed a lot in the past few years. If it were Dao Hongying who met Chen Long nine years ago in Nanfeng Domain, she would never have considered these issues. She would probably only think about it.

Where are the dandy boys who are misbehaving, just waiting for this Rakshasa to chop them off a few times.

However, as the dean of the college, Chen Long himself does not have many worries in this regard.

In his opinion, no one is more valuable than a noble one. Even though the academy is open to the mainland, breaks the mainland's monopoly, and gives everyone the opportunity to practice Taoism, not everyone is qualified to enter.

The admission requirements may be relaxed in the future, but not now.

After all, the college itself has just been established and is still very immature in all aspects. If there are too many students, tens of thousands or even tens of thousands at a time, the college cannot take care of them. If it does not have the ability to accommodate so many students, in the end it will be a mixed bag of good and bad, with consequences.

It won't be good.

On the other side, while the first round of exams was proceeding in an orderly manner, above the spiritual realm, the second round of entrance exams also officially began.

The two girls named Ji Chenyu and Meng Huazhi, who were the first to pass the first round of exams, saw in front of them a huge pool with a radius of several hundred feet, glowing with waves.

A tall young man with double horns and flying black hair stood in front of the two of them, with the corners of his mouth raised and a high-spirited look.
Chapter completed!