Lu Qingshan nodded to Li Zhao to express his gratitude.

Li Zhao smiled slightly, and his whole person turned into smoke and slowly dispersed.

Looking at the mountain road that still had no end in sight, Lu Qingshan said nothing, took steps, and continued to move forward.

As expected, there was another roar in his consciousness.

Immediately the world was spinning.

Before the consciousness is completely blank.

What will the level be like this time?

Lu Qingshan thought this way.

…

On top of the mountain.

Li Zhao's figure appeared next to the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

"Your Excellency, Prison Master." Li Zhao said respectfully to the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

The prison master of Huangquan nodded slightly, looked at Lu Qingshan who was still walking step by step on the mountain road with a distant look, and suddenly asked: "Do you think he can pass Yan Qingfeng's state of mind?"

"Yes." Li Zhao said firmly.

A look of surprise appeared on the Confucian scholar's face, "So sure?"

Li Zhao said respectfully: "Although I am not a real swordsman, I can't comment too much.

But his temperament is exactly the same as that of my master.

Therefore, in my heart, he is already the best swordsman."

His master is the most popular swordsman in the Zhao Kingdom and the best swordsman in the world.

"Your Excellency has a distinguished status. I am just a soul that has not been reincarnated. I dare not surpass it. But if you follow my words, he can climb to the top of the mountain at this moment without any other tests." Li Zhao said seriously.

The prison master of Huangquan was thoughtful, a light flashed in his eyes, "Then let's continue taking a look."

…

A black roof made of thatch and mud.

Yan Qingfeng opened his eyes.

He is an ordinary boy in a small village under Qingyun Mountain.

There is a Qingyun Gate on Qingyun Mountain, which is a sect of Yijian Xiu Sect.

Occasionally, you can see the immortal sword in it turning into a stream of light and leaving the mountain.

Sword between heaven and earth.

For young people, this is something they long for and long for.

Yan Qingfeng knew that he liked swords.

Today is the test day for Qingyun Sect to recruit disciples every ten years.

The clouds and fog that used to surround Qingyun Mountain have long since dispersed.

Yan Qingfeng followed the mountain road step by step up the mountain.

The one we went up was Qingyun Mountain.

In the open space in front of the huge hall, there is a middle-aged man in black, with an immortal spirit.

In the clearing, there were nearly a thousand children under the age of twelve, and Yan Qingfeng was among them.

Cultivation, the most important thing is spiritual talent, even for sword cultivation sects.

The first step of the entrance examination is to detect spiritual roots.

Those with spiritual roots are one in a hundred.

One after another, children who were full of hopes of climbing mountains were shattered by their dreams of cultivating immortals.

Only a few lucky ones can enter the Immortal Sect.

Unfortunately, Yan Qingfeng is not one of these lucky few.

But he didn't want to give up.

He knelt at the foot of Qingyunmen Mountain for three days and three nights.

In the end, the sixth elder of Qingyun Sect felt his sincerity and made an exception to accept him into the sect.

The next day, under the Qingyun Mountain, a group of children without spiritual roots were kneeling in darkness.

Yan Qingfeng, who was admitted into the Qingyun Sect under special circumstances, had a very low status.

Because the spiritual roots are not apparent, the progress of cultivation is pitifully slow.

Three months into his career, he was still unable to draw spiritual energy into his body.

This caused many people in the sect to criticize the Sixth Elder who accepted Yan Qingfeng as his disciple.

Although his spiritual roots are not obvious, Yan Qingfeng's talent for swordsmanship is far beyond ordinary people.

By chance, he saw Elder Chuanyi practicing swordsmanship with his disciples in the sect.

Qingyun Sword Technique.

Only those who have reached the third level of Qi Refining or above can practice.

And he, after three years of entry, has not yet reached the first level of Qi Refining, and is regarded as a great shame to the Qingyun Sect. Naturally, he is not qualified to learn the Qingyun Sword Technique.

He only saw the first pose, Flat Sand and Falling Wild Goose.

Feeling itchy, he practiced it in private with a wooden branch.

Unexpectedly, unlike the dull man who practiced the technique, Pingsha Luoyan, who had only watched it hastily, could be extremely skillful in performing it for the first time.

Pingsha Luoyan is just the starting move of Qingyun Sword Technique, it is very ordinary and has no obvious power.

Yan Qingfeng only learned this move, so he could only practice it over and over again.

Practice a sword stance a thousand or ten thousand times a day. After a while, even the most common sword stance will no longer be ordinary.

What's more, Yan Qingfeng has extraordinary talent in swordsmanship.

After three months, there will be the Qingyun Sect Competition.

Young disciples have to go into battle to compete, allowing the elders of the sect to accept the achievements of the disciples' practice over the years.

Those who perform well will be rewarded.

But this year's sect competition has a different meaning.

Because a new provision has been added.

The last person will be deprived of his status as a disciple of the Qingyun Sect.

Everyone knows that this rule is aimed at Yan Qingfeng.

Yan Qingfeng also knew.

He didn't speak, and it would be useless if he did.

A person speaks lightly, so who cares about his opinion?

He was depressed and practiced the practice of falling geese on the sand under the moon.

Only practicing sword can relieve worries.

But this night, he heard strange calls one after another.

After hesitating for a moment, Yan Qingfeng followed the call and looked for it.

In the back mountain, water pool, and among the rocks of different sizes and shapes, there is a black sword stuck diagonally. The whole body is black, the sword body is immersed in the water, and only the hilt is left above the water.

The moment he approached the water pool, rubble shot out, and the black sword rose up. It was three feet long and filled with black air. The sword's edge shone with a cold light, and a fierce aura rushed towards his face.

Like a monster.

But the faint black light shining on it and the calling coming from it seemed to be tempting Yan Qingfeng.

I thought about it for a long time.

Yan Qingfeng gritted his teeth and grasped the hilt of the sword.

The moment he held the hilt of the sword, Yan Qingfeng clearly saw the terrifying scene contained in the terrible evil aura.

There was a bloody ocean with countless corpses floating on it, and there were crows of terrifying birds.

A long bridge spans the sea of ​​blood.

He was on this long bridge.

The scene is chilling.

Yan Qingfeng felt a sense of oppression that made it difficult to breathe.
To be continued...