"Won't?"

Liu Rui and others opened their mouths wide and stared blankly at Mo Wen under the Qianlong Gate, unable to turn their heads for the moment.

"What bullshit dragon gate? It's not accurate at all! Look at me smashing it!"

Shi Zhongqian's violent rage can't be done without being angry. Mo Wen can defeat himself with one sword, but only gets a light yellow sword brand. So who is he?

The thick earth-yellow spiritual sword slashed hard at the tail of a dragon sculpture in Qianlongmen.

The spirit sword masters present were stunned again, seeing for the first time someone who dared to slash Qianlongmen with his sword!

when!

With a loud noise, a layer of purple-gold light erupted from the dragon gate, and then Shi Zhongtian was seen flying backwards like a cannonball, turning into an arc and falling dozens of feet away.

There was an eerie silence in the crowd, and then bursts of laughter.

"Is there something wrong with this guy's head? How dare he use his sword to hack the dragon's gate!"

"He must be mentally retarded, provoking the authority of Lord Ziyun. I really don't know how to write the word death."

Mo Wen quietly looked at the Sword Order brand on the back of his hand, and instantly analyzed the brand. It was just a sub-taboo of a spiritual taboo. It was used to connect the main taboo and had no effect on the holder. However, Mo Wen felt

He felt a faint sense of being spied on, as if a pair of eyes were looking at him through the sword brand, but when he tried to trace the source, he found nothing strange.

"Little uncle."

A timid voice reached his ears, awakening Mo Wen from his concentration. He put down his left hand and raised his head to glance at Su Yan.

Su Yan was not as carefree as usual, and timidly said: "You, are you okay? Do you want to try again?"

Sensing the other party's concern, Mo Wen was silent for a moment and said calmly: "It's okay, it's just a mark, it doesn't mean anything."

Su Yan was startled. This was the first time that Mo Wen took the initiative to explain something to her. On weekdays on the boat, no matter how hard she pestered Mo Wen, she still couldn't force him to say a word.

"That's it, it's just a mark. It must be that the young martial uncle's strength is too advanced for Longmen to make an accurate judgment, so it gave such a mark." Liu Rui nodded his head.

"It's easy to break into the top 100 with Uncle Master's strength." Su Bi said in a dull voice.

Listening to the comforting voices of several people, Mo Wen suddenly felt a warmth flowing through his heart, and the hard defense seemed to open a gap at this moment...

"What a broken door, I will definitely tear it down when I master the sword element!"

Back at the sword ship, Shi Zhongtian was still aggrieved by the Qianlong Gate.

"Master, what's going on? Why did my junior uncle only get the lowest level light yellow mark? Even mine is better than my junior uncle's!" Su Yan immediately pestered Ding Han.

After listening to this, Ding Han secretly said that sure enough, the judgment standard of Qianlongmen is based on cultivation level, supplemented by strength. The sword vein stage is golden, and the sword gang stage is purple, and then it is set according to the specific cultivation level of the spirit sword master.

The strength of the restriction is finally determined by a rough score based on the performance of the restriction to determine the depth of the color. Not to mention the cultivation level, Mo Wen does not even have a Dantian. It is really difficult for Qianlongmen, a person who can be said to have no cultivation level.

Breaking through its restricted layer by force, something like this may not have happened in ten thousand years, and being able to give Mo Wen a light yellow mark in the end was extremely rare.

But of course you can't say these words to these juniors. The entire Tianchi Sword Sect knows that there are no more than three people who have real roots in Mo Wen.

"The sword order mark is just a symbol. It serves as a reference for allocating opponents in the Qianlong Sword Discussion Conference later. A lower mark does not mean lower strength. A spiritual sword master with a golden mark can still fight to the end of the conference. This has been the case in the past years.

It's very common in conferences." Ding Han answered vaguely.

"Is this so?" Su Yan was still full of doubts, but depending on the situation, this answer was the only one that was more reliable. Otherwise, how could she explain the perverted strength of the young master's uncle?

…

"Sword platform No. 14?" Yin Jiantong squinted his eyes, with a slight hint of evil intent in his slightly shifting gaze.

The short, handsome Spirit Sword Master nodded with a flattering smile: "I have found out clearly that the woman is the first true disciple of the Tianchi Sword Sect, and her real name is Murong Xin."

"Tianchi Sword Sect? Huh, just a newly promoted Sword Sect..." Yin Jiantong snorted, with a trace of contempt on his face, and waved casually to the man in front of him: "You go down first."

The spirit sword master nodded and bowed out of the cabin.

The silver sword master stood up from the large warm jade bed with a clear voice. The two young spirit sword masters who were serving him and rubbing their legs and shoulders immediately knelt down, their exquisite bodies trembling slightly.

Maybe it was because something made him feel a little better. Yin Jiantong was very pleased with the two clumsy girls who had just been sent here. He patted one of them on the head and said, "Give me some clothes to change. I'm going to go there."

My ancestors send their regards."

…

"Tomorrow is the first day of the Qianlong Sword Conference. So far, more than 4,800 people have passed the Qianlongmen trial, including the Nine Dragons and Seven Phoenixes. Although some people have passed today, the number is much smaller. In the end

It can probably exceed 5,000 people." Liu Rui said about the news he bought from outside.

"How many people have purple marks?" Shi Zhongtian was very concerned about this issue.

"Someone has made special statistics. As of this morning, there are a total of 168 people."

"hiss--"

Shi Zhongtian took a breath of cold air, smacked his mouth and said angrily: "There are indeed many geniuses in this world."

Seeing that the second senior brother was a little frustrated, Liu Rui consoled him: "Actually, there are less than a hundred people with real materials, half of them were forcibly enhanced by medicinal power, and their foundation is unstable. With the second senior brother's strength, they can be completely ignored."

Shi Zhongtian felt better now, and returned to his usual demeanor, gearing up and saying: "Let me just say, how can a genius be so worthless? Hehe, we can have a big battle tomorrow."

The Qianlongmen Sword Discussion Conference started as scheduled.

Ding Han personally led the team. In addition to the seven participating people, including Mo Wen and Murong Xin, he also brought a hundred more qualified low-level disciples to observe the conference, hoping to increase their knowledge and pave the way for the next Qianlong Sword Discussion Conference.

.This is the privilege of the Sword Sect. Each sect can bring in twenty disciples to observe the conference. Other Sword Sects or casual cultivators do not have this privilege. A qualified person can bring in two people, even if you are a top-level disciple.

The Great Sword Gate is no exception.

"Let's go there." Ding Han glanced at the many pavilions below from a high altitude, and found the location of his home through the guidance of the sword command.

There are a total of 800 pavilions in the sword discussion platform. The locations are good and bad. Only a few can have a panoramic view of the 108 sword discussion platforms without any hindrance. Therefore, the Ziyang Sword Sect who presides over the sword discussion conference has already made arrangements.

, ranking the pavilions with the best locations according to their pros and cons, corresponding to the major sword sects, and avoiding unnecessary disputes.

"It's so spectacular!" Su Yan looked at the 108 huge sword platforms scattered among the mountains and exclaimed in fascination.

The spirit sword masters have entered one after another, and all the pavilions are almost full, and all they can see are shaking heads. However, some people are not in a hurry. Except for the Tianchi Sword Sect, the other sword sects have not shown up yet.

Thirteen of the best-located pavilions are still empty.

From the first quarter of the morning until the third day of the morning, there was no sign of any other sword sects.

"It's almost time, why hasn't the conference started yet?" Su Yan muttered dissatisfied.

"You are just a country bumpkin. You don't have the slightest reserve of the upper sword sect. The sword sect has lost all its face by you!" A disdainful and sarcastic voice came down from the sky.

I saw a huge shadow covering half of the sky.

"Chiwu of the Haotian Sword Sect!" An exclamation came from the pavilion not far away.

"Is this the second-order super-order monster Chiwu? It is said that it has the bloodline of the ancient monster Golden Crow, and it is indeed not comparable to ordinary Jian Gang Perfect Spirit Sword Masters. I wonder how powerful the third-order monster must be!"

"Haotian Sword Sect ranks tenth among the Fourteen Sword Sects. It is said that it is the credit of this monster beast."

A huge monster bird like a hill fell from the sky. Its wingspan could reach tens of meters. It was completely black, but the feathers on its head and claws were as red as fire. Its sharp gaze pierced people's hearts like a sharp sword, overwhelming the sky.

The pressure swept the entire place.

Standing on the demon bird's broad back were more than twenty spirit sword masters, looking at the Tianchi Sword Sect below with a hint of disdain and disdain in their eyes.

"Haotian Sword Sect!" Ding Han looked sternly, raising his head and staring closely at the red-faced old man on the demon bird's back.

Liu Rui stood up and said angrily: "A swordsman who doesn't even know what 'punctuality' is, does he have the honor to be called a high-ranking swordsman? What a big joke, I even blush for you!"

On Chiwu's back, the disciple of the Haotian Sword Sect who had just made a sarcastic comment said angrily: "The Sword Discussion Conference started at about the same time. There is still a quarter of an hour before the time. Why are we not punctual?"

Liu Rui patted his head: "Oh, that's right, it's not even past time yet? Then why don't you go back and have a rest and come back in a quarter of an hour? If you come so early, you would be disgraced to the high-ranking Sword Sect."

The disciple's face immediately turned red, he stared at Liu Rui and said bitterly: "I won't argue with you, a bumpkin!"

"Sima, shut up!" A young man wearing red black clothes scolded lightly.

The disciple named Sima immediately shut his mouth in fear and retreated among the many disciples behind him, but his eyes were still staring at Liu Rui maliciously.

Liu Rui pointed his middle finger at the disciple with disdain, and almost shouted: Come down and bite me!

Many disciples of the Haotian Sword Sect on Chiwu's back glared angrily, while the disciples of the Tianchi Sword Sect in the pavilion showed no sign of weakness. The disciples of the two major Sword Sects were fighting cocks here, and the spiritual sword masters of the small sects in the distance were happily watching the excitement.

, everyone watched with great interest. The scene of the two major sword sects colliding with each other is rare.

The two masters of sword sects looked at each other, and neither of them said anything. The scene fell into silence for a while, and the eyes of the disciples of the two sects collided with each other, with a strong smell of gunpowder.

"Hehe, isn't this the Haotian Sword Sect Yan Chiguang Yan Zhang Sect? Oops, it's so annoying. Let your Haotian Sword Sect take the lead." A delicate and charming voice broke the direct silence between the two sects.

In the meantime, figures falling from the sky for more than twenty days, all young women, wearing slim-fitting neon clothes covered with green gauze, with flying swords on their feet, looked beautiful and moving like fairies. The first one was a young woman with a plump figure.

, his face was even more charming, and he winked at the red-faced old man on Chiwu's back with a look that was both angry and strange.

When the red-faced old man saw the young woman, his expression immediately became a little unnatural, and he coughed slightly: "Thousand Palms Sect is here, but this sect is not the first, but Tianchi Sword Sect came first."

Thousand Palms Sect's eyes flickered, he looked at Ding Han, and said with a charming smile: "It turns out to be the Tianchi Sword Sect, there are so many handsome guys, this is the Headmaster Ding of the Tianchi Sword Sect? He is indeed very brave, I didn't know that Headmaster Ding has

There are no Taoist companions.”

Ding Han was startled. He never expected that such a person existed in the dignified Sword Sect Master Guild. He didn't know how to deal with it for a moment.

"Haha, the dumb look of Ding Zhangzong is so cute. I really like him more and more." Qianzhang Zong covered his mouth and smiled sweetly.

"puff--"
To be continued...