Lu Ming smiled when he heard this. He was really looking for something. If the Rising Sun Sword Sect on the mountain was as said by these swordsmen, it would be what he wanted to join the registered sect...
Since he heard that this small sect was attracted, Lu Ming no longer stayed under the shade of the trees. He walked along the mountain road and walked through the disrepaired trail. Lu Ming quickly walked to the small sword sect that he had seen early.
Door.
At the main entrance of the Xiaojian Sect, a thin young man in his teens was guarding the door, with an iron sword without sheath hanging around his waist. Looking closely, it seemed that he was less than five forgings.
Lu Ming looked up and looked at the somewhat broken plaque on the main entrance of the Sword Sect. He couldn't help but pull the corner of his mouth: "The Rising Sword Sect, the name is pretty good..."
The young man at the door saw Lu Ming walking to the door, he couldn't help but take two steps forward and looked at Lu Ming carefully. He seemed to see Lu Ming wearing ordinary clothes and his expression became much more kind: "Our Rising Sword Sect received the last month.
You are here to sign up too. Go into the second yard inside, the sect leader and the second senior brother are inside, just go in and sign up."
When Lu Ming nodded when he heard this, he saw that the young man did not lead the way, so he walked into the Rising Sun Sword Sect by himself. He quickly walked through the first floor courtyard and into a larger courtyard.
Lu Ming sensed outside that more than ten swordsmen in the sect were gathered here. Directly opposite the courtyard was a slightly larger wooden house. An old man from the Sword King realm was sitting on the wooden floor outside the edge of the door, stroking his feet.
He looked at the swordsman practicing swordsman in the field with a smile.
These swordsmen have varying ages, with young people about the same age as the gatekeepers, and a few middle-aged swordsmen.
Lu Ming's sword intent swept through these swordsmen at will. Only a young swordsman in his twenties was at the level of a great swordsman, and most of the other swordsmen were only at the level of a swordsman.
As for the sword skills that the group practiced, Lu Ming's eyes just moved and saw thousands of loopholes, which was very simple.
Seeing this, Lu Ming completely put away the sword energy on his body with his thoughts, but he released the sword energy of the sword master's strength. The white-haired old man seemed to be the head of the sect, and he only had the strength realm of the sword king realm.
Forget it. If you come to become a disciple, it would be better not to show your strength too exaggeratedly.
As soon as Lu Ming entered the yard, the swordsmen of the Rising Sword Sect who were practicing swords stopped and looked at Lu Ming, the sudden visitor.
The white-haired old man looked up and down at Lu Ming, then said, "You also want to join my Rising Sun Sword Sect?"
Lu Ming immediately saluted the old man: "I have met the head of the sect. I heard that the Sword Sect is taking over. I will sign up now."
The old man also nodded and smiled at Lu Ming: "It's just right here. Although I don't have too many rules in the Rising Sun Sword Sect, I still need some foundation if I want to join. I think you have a good foundation, so let's go and register now.
It just took a while to go to the World Swordsman Conference held by Jianlu. We will also participate in the competition. At that time, we will experience it well. If we don’t do it well, we will get any opportunity and rewards, so that our Rising Sword Sect can highlight the lintel!"
When the old man said this, he raised his hand to greet the only young man in the field at the level of the Great Sword Master: "Fenglang, take this new junior brother to the backyard to register, worship the ancestor, and tell him the rules of our sect.
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After that, the old man said to Lu Ming: "Feng Lang ranks second in terms of entry-level strength. Just register with him. Then he will test your strength and teach you the sword technique."
When the young swordsman heard this, he stopped practicing swordsmanship, looked at Lu Ming for a moment, and waved his hand to greet Lu Ming and walk to the backyard with him.
Lu Ming felt that this cheap senior brother had been looking at him secretly, and he didn't care in his heart, so he followed him.
As soon as I entered the backyard, Feng Lang turned to Lu Ming, looked at it seriously again, pulled the corner of his mouth, and opened his mouth and said, "Master, let me test your strength. If you pass, you will be a disciple of my Rising Sword Sect. If you have qualifications
It's so bad, you should go back wherever you go..."
Lu Ming nodded when he heard this, not caring. He had already released the sword intent and sentient consciousness to cover the entire Rising Sun Sword Sect. He found that the swordsmen in this sect only had the strength level of the Sword King realm at most, which made him smile knowingly. This is what he thought.
Looking for a sect to join.
There are countless sword sects like this in the supreme sword world. At the places where you have seen registration, the swordsmen of these sword sects will generally not be valued by Jianlu, but this is also what Lu Ming hopes.
In the situation, he successfully sneaked into the Jianlu Secret Realm to find an opportunity to solve Xue Mei and Yin Jianzi. This is his purpose.
As for the test a young swordsman in the Great Sword Master realm wants to do, what difficulties will there be?
After Feng Lang finished speaking, he kept looking at Lu Ming. He felt that he had already explained that the new guy was only in the swordsman realm. He was a great swordsman. If this new guy didn't make the trip, then stay.
It's useless to come down.
But after waiting for a while, Feng Lang stopped talking after seeing Lu Ming nodding, looking like a lurking look, and felt unhappy.
I have seen stupid people, but I have never seen such stupid people. Except for the elder brother, no disciples who were taken in by the sect have been caught by him. If there is no benefit, he will not show mercy in the test.
Feng Lang simply refused to leave, turned to look at Lu Ming with a faint expression. The more he looked, the more he became unhappy he couldn't help but say it: "I said, are you really stupid or fake? Do you have any money on you?
Our Rising Sword Sect must know how to respect your senior brother. If you want to test it simply, honestly give the useless money to your senior brother. Otherwise, you think you, a small swordsman, have decided to go with your senior brother.
I'll test it out, and I won't hide it from you. My senior brother, I have been a swordsman at the great swordsman level a few years ago..."
To put it bluntly, Feng Lang directly spread his right palm in front of Lu Ming, and he was stance that he would not leave without paying money.
Lu Ming was considering how to participate in the competition after getting started. After listening to Feng Lang speaking up with an upset expression, he realized that he had also encountered blackmail.
But Lu Ming was too lazy to follow Feng Lang to care about it. He took it out of his arms and put the handful of silver he had seized these days in Feng Lang's hands.
“That’s all.”
Lu Ming looked at Feng Lang and patted his pocket, indicating that it was empty inside.
Feng Lang glanced at the handful of silver in his hand, and his face relaxed slightly, but he still looked a little unhappy when he looked at Lu Ming.
However, he put the money in his arms and nodded to Lu Ming: "Okay, you kid are aware of your appearance. Come and register with me, and then tell you what you want to do these days."
After that, Feng Lang took Lu Ming into a small house, took out a form and asked Lu Ming to write it before handing it over to him.
Lu Ming nodded in agreement, but knew in his heart that it would be fine to give it to him or not.
Feng Lang was in a much better mood after getting the money, so he didn't say much, so he took Lu Ming back to the Intermediate Court to report to his master. Only then did Lu Ming realize that the old man was named Qin Yan, who was the founder of this mountain sect.
Qin Yan saw Lu Ming coming out, stroked his beard and said, "Seeing you are so dusty, let's take a few days off first. As a teacher, I'm going to go into seclusion these days. You can practice some basic posture first, and wait until I come out.
Teach you the sword technique.”
Lu Ming was happy to be quiet and quickly replied that if Qin Yan taught him sword skills, it would be better to practice more by himself.
Qin Yan greeted Feng Lang again, and Feng Lang was also right, but when he saw Qin Yan turn around and walk into the wooden house for retreat, he turned to look at Lu Ming and other disciples, and couldn't help but raise his lips.
After noon, a group of people continued to practice swords in the Second Courtyard. Feng Lang greeted all the disciples under his sect. His eyes turned and fell on Lu Ming: "Since you are new, the water and wood used in the yard these days.
It all depends on you. Before the master has taught you the sword technique, you should just think that this is a solid foundation.”
When the other disciples heard this, they looked at Lu Ming with a pitiful gaze. As soon as they arrived, they were tortured by Feng Lang. They all guessed that Lu Ming must have offended Feng Lang somewhere, but it was not up to him, and they were still not moved.
Voice and color.
When Lu Ming heard this, he immediately saw from Feng Lang's Triangle's eyes that he was trying to control the newcomer, but he just dived and chopped firewood. He really didn't care. He just took the opportunity to calm some of the injuries on his body these days.
So in the next few days, Lu Ming went to the mountains to fetch water and chop firewood every day, without complaining at all, just enjoying these relaxing days without swordsmen desperately chasing.
A few days later, most of Lu Ming's injuries were healed. After diving and chopping firewood, he was in the second yard with a group of swordsmen and recalled his continuous battle experience a few days ago.
Thinking of a new insight, Lu Ming subconsciously held the sword of the Broken Sword Spirit's body in his hand and drew several sword-moving trajectories in the air.
These days Lu Ming tried to call the Sword Broken Sword Spirit, but he did not react at all. Lu Ming also seized the opportunity to seriously study the sword patterns on the Sword Broken Sword Spirit sword.
The disciples of the Rising Sword Sect in the field subconsciously glanced at Lu Mingwu's sword and turned around and ignored it. The sword intent that Lu Ming realized was just grasping the essence and did not integrate into the sword technique. These people all saw it.
I don't understand, I think Lu Ming is dancing a sword at will.
Only Feng Lang curled his lips after looking at Lu Mingwu's sword, his face full of disdain, but when his eyes fell on Lu Ming's sword, his eyes lit up.
"What a sword..."
Feng Lang subconsciously narrowed his eyes, looked at the beloved ten-forged sword carrying beside him, and found that it was much worse than the sword in the new boy's hand, and felt uncomfortable.
"Boy." Feng Lang shouted Lu Ming directly.
Lu Ming put away his long sword and glanced at Feng Lang, not knowing what he wanted to ask him to do.
Seeing Lu Ming's indifferent look again, Feng Lang smiled directly, pointed to the long sword in Lu Ming's hand and said, "Look at you, Jianwu is inappropriate, can this sword be used in your hand?
OK, before you practice the sword, I will leave it to my senior brother to keep it for you.” (To be continued...)