Lu Ming glanced at the two of them and took everything into his eyes. However, judging from their calm and composed look at the door, it was obvious that no one should enter...
"This is the inner city, the real headquarters of the Sword Hall." The saint also glanced at the two of them and said, "This is the dividing line with the outside world. If you want to enter, you must either go through the test and have enough talent or have enough identity. It can be said that it is clearer than the level division of the sword realm, and it is absolutely realistic."
Lu Ming just smiled indifferently and said nothing. After all, reality is everywhere. Lu Ming, who has already seen this through it, naturally doesn't care about it.
At this time, the two calm and composed janitors really looked at Lu Ming and the others who had approached. A middle-aged man with a fair face stepped forward first, looked carefully at the aura and clothes on the two of them before speaking: "Stop, who are you? What do you want to do if you want to enter the inner city?"
Another middle-aged man with a dark face also glanced at the two of them a few times and found that their clothes were pretty good, but that was just outside. Here, everyone was dressed in extremely high-end. It seemed that they were just some earthen leopards who had a long experience. People like them didn't know how many of them were every year.
He smiled, then pointed to the ground under his feet and said arrogantly: "Don't you know where this is? This is the headquarters of the Jiantang, and the idle people are not allowed to approach. Now you turn around immediately. I can pretend that you have not been here, otherwise..."
"I am the No. 2 Saint of Sword Hall." The Saint said calmly.
"Saint..." The black-faced middle-aged man almost bit his tongue. He was startled, and then looked at the saint carefully. He didn't know how to deal with it for a moment. He originally planned that if they didn't leave, he would have more high-end words, which was completely useless at this moment.
"So it's the Saint." The white-faced middle-aged man bowed a little and said, "We are just routine. I hope you don't get used to it. However, since you are the Saint, you must know the rules here."
The saint nodded calmly, as if he had given them an answer. Then he took out a small finger-sized sign at his waist. The sign was not big, the surface was pure black, engraved with dark gold crossed swords. The workmanship was extremely fine, like a round jade, but the heavy weight showed the special material.
When Bai Jing's middle-aged man took the hands, he couldn't help but trembled, and his eyelids trembled a few times. Unexpectedly, he actually stopped the saint's saint. Although her sword realm was not as good as her, her future achievements would definitely be superior to her, so no saint could offend anyone like her.
He thought in his heart, but looked at it very seriously, then handed his hands back to the saint, bowing and saying, "Sir, please come in."
"Sir, please come in." The black-faced middle-aged man also said quickly, and then whispered to the saint's back: "These are all the responsibilities of the villain, I hope the lord will forgive me..."
Of course the Saint heard it, but she didn't react at all. In this place where the level is divided by sword realm and identity, there is no need to care about what the little people are thinking. If you understand them, it will make people feel that you are not high-end enough and do not have the momentum of a superior.
The saint shook her head helplessly, and secretly sighed in her heart: "Once upon a time, what a well-behaved girl I was!"
"You stop."
Lu Ming was about to follow the Saint Maiden in, and the white-faced middle-aged man immediately stood in front of him. With the lessons of the Saint Maiden, he was still cautious. However, no matter how he observed, this kid who only had five-front sword master in the sword realm was not like the senior staff of the sword hall. He thought he was a secular boy.
However, he turned around and asked the saint: "Sir, is this person your entourage?"
"No." The saint shook his head calmly. Of course, Lu Ming was not his entourage anymore, he was his own man! But it cannot be made public now, otherwise it will definitely cause countless troubles.
"Sir, if it is not your follower, you can't enter, otherwise this is the dereliction of duty between us." When the black-faced guard spoke, he actually smiled very understandingly, as if he understood the meaning of the saint, and the followers who surrounded the saint like a fly stopped him kindly.
The white-faced middle-aged man has been capturing all the changes in expressions between the Saint and Lu Ming, and even body language. However, he found that the two of them looked faint, like two strangers, but they must have some relationship.
He thought for a while and said, "It's not a follower. If you want to enter the inner city, you must conduct an assessment and only after passing the qualification can you enter."
"This is the headquarters of the Jiantang." The black-faced guard seemed to understand something, and he became arrogant at Lu Ming's tone. He pointed to the ground with his surname and said, "It is the birthplace of the swordsmanship of the Zhenyuan Empire. The people here must be geniuses. Do you dare to take the exam?"
"Assessment?" Lu Ming raised his eyebrows lightly, glanced at the saint, and then said lightly: "Okay!"
Seeing Lu Ming calmly, he kept looking at the saint, as if asking for instructions or asking for help. The black-faced middle-aged man began to despise him. This kid was not even a follower, and he must be the so-called young master in the secular world. If these people want to get some benefits, they will be around the saint all day long to flatter him. In fact, they are simply a group of ignorant waste. Although this kid is a master of the Five-Strike Swordsman, he is also a good sword realm, but he can follow the saint without being driven away. I think it is a small possibility.
"So, what authority do you want to test?" The black-faced middle-aged man grinned, full of disdain and deep contempt.
In fact, this is also a kind of jealousy. After all, they will never be able to be with the Saint in their lifetime.
All the saints are beautiful, pure, and extremely talented. They are the real pride of heaven. Which man doesn’t want to get close to them?
However, this is my woman. Lu Ming saw through their thoughts at a glance, but when he heard the other party’s question, he felt a little strange and asked, “Is there any authority? What kind of it? Let’s hear it.”
Hearing Lu Ming's tone, the black-faced man's complexion sank a moment, and he felt like he was being sent to someone.
The white-faced person didn't think anything about it and immediately said: "The first-level authority means that you can only enter the inner city and not leave the recommended person, that is, the Saint. If you want to visit, you can visit the environment where the strong man lives on the outside, a rockery and a sword forest. Well, there is also one that can be visited, that is, the street in the middle, you can walk from beginning to end."
"There are only a few, and it still sounds useless." Lu Ming frowned, revealing a dandy aura invisibly, and said with some impatient words: "Where is the second-level authority?"
The contempt on the black-faced person's face became deeper, but he was a little intent at this moment. He smiled and said, "Level 2 permissions, you can go to the sword hall in the inner city to see it, or visit the sword hall where the sword casting is available, and you can also buy a good sword, if your money is enough."
"This time I'm pretty good at a real surname." Lu Ming smacked his lips: "But it's not interesting, let's take a look at the permissions at the next level."
The white-faced frowned, feeling that this kid was simply ignorant of life and death. The second-level authority was already something that many peak sword masters dared to take the assessment. If he could not even get the first-level authority, then he would be embarrassed in front of the saint!
The white-faced middle-aged man looked at the Saint's Maiden secretly and found that she was still extremely calm. He was surprised by the Saint's Maiden's cultivation. It turned out to be a real swordsman.
The black-faced man smiled faintly and said, "Level 3 permissions, you can get the opportunity to enter the Sword Book Museum and study, but it only takes three days. Fortunately, you can also get the first two levels of authority. If you can't understand and get bored, just walk on the street. Maybe you will be attracted by a strong man. Maybe you can choose to be a disciple of the Swordsmanship?"
Looking at the smile of the black-faced man, Lu Ming was as calm as he wanted to step on his face and then crush it hard for a few times. However, Lu Ming could certainly control himself. He stretched out a finger and pointed upwards.
"I still want to be with the higher level?" The black-faced man looked dark and said with a majestic look: "I can tell you in advance that if you are still choosing upwards, and after I finish speaking, if you choose the higher level, I will throw you out directly. I am a person from the sword hall, not to accompany you to have fun!"
The answer Lu Ming gave him was still pointing upwards with his fingers.
This time, the white-faced man had the urge to teach Lu Ming a lesson, but he controlled himself well. It was not that he didn't want to teach a lesson, but that he wanted to leave this opportunity to the assessment.
"Level 4 permissions, you can enter the center of the inner city, which is where many strong people practice. If the strong people like you, you can also see the scenes they practice. If the strong people are in a bad mood and are slapped away by a palm, don't blame us, but it's just right to be beaten to the outer city, there is a sanatorium there, which will definitely treat you as before."
The black-faced man seemed to foresee that Lu Ming wanted to stretch out his finger. He asked for his surname and continued, "Level 5 permissions, you can visit the insights left by the powerful sword saints of all generations, and you can also have the first level 4 permissions. It can be said that in addition to the highest level 6 permissions, you can walk sideways in the inner city."
Lu Ming nodded and said, "So, what is the level 6 permission?"
"Class 6?" The black-faced man looked surprised and then showed an expression that he could tell you. He said, "Class 6 permissions are all the insights left by sword masters of all dynasties. However, even if you want to take the assessment, it is not our final say. If you get the level 5 permissions, I can report to you to the higher level so that you can have a chance to get the assessment."
He paused, then asked with a smile: "How is it? Now do you want to choose which level of authority do you want to evaluate?" (To be continued.)