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Bo Yang looked at Zeng Shiyong with a cold and solemn expression:

"The Wanjian Sect is a sacred place. How can you make irresponsible remarks about your elders? Shi Yong, have you forgotten your teacher's warning to you?"

Zeng Shiyong had been at Luoyun Peak for half a month. He knew that Bo Yang was a proud person and that the person he cared about most was his junior fellow apprentice. So he lowered his head quickly:

"Master, I was wrong. I accept the punishment."

Bo Yang's expression softened, and he said with his hands behind his back, "Copy the rules three times and give them to me tomorrow morning."

Zeng Shiyong looked pale and said, "Yes, Master."

Bai Yang led several elders to the foot of the Ten Thousand Swords Cliff and looked at everyone seriously:

"You, the inner disciples, have been in the Wanjian Sect for more than half a month. Today, I will let each of you choose a sword to wear. In the future, when you are outside, remember to abide by the sect rules of the Wanjian Sect. You must not bully others by taking advantage of your power, and you must not humiliate the reputation of your master."

"Yes, I will remember Master's teachings."

Bai Yang nodded, and A Rong led them one by one to the foot of the stone wall and said loudly:

"The swords of the Wanjian Sect are all spiritually aware. You can grab the hilt of the sword you like and pull it out. If there is no movement, then this sword is not meant for you. Don't be obsessed with it, otherwise you will be easily hurt by the sword spirit."

The disciples looked carefully with excitement. Most of the female practitioners chose swords with gems and tassels on the hilts, and they all pulled them out successfully. The male practitioners preferred domineering, hard swords with thick handles.

Although there were hesitations during the process, most of them made their selections. Only Zeng Shiyong was arrogant and greedy. He kept scanning the cliff and set his sights on the one at the highest point.

That sword was different from the others. It was dark black in color, and there was a pattern of blazing flames engraved on the hilt. It looked like it was no ordinary item.

Zeng Shiyong pointed at the sword on top and asked A Rong, "Elder, what is that sword called?"

Ah Rong looked up and shook his head, saying, "I don't know. How come I didn't notice when the sword was inserted there?"

Zeng Shiyong was more certain that the sword had a great origin. He immediately jumped up, climbed onto the cliff, and crawled closer to the sword. Just as he was about to touch the hilt, Bo Yang looked back and suddenly shouted at him:

"No, that sword is not allowed."

It was too late. The moment Zeng Shiyong's hand touched the hilt of the sword, a force of scorching sun with huge aura spread out. Zeng Shiyong's fat body was instantly bounced away and smashed to the ground in the distance like a cannonball.

Bai Yang and a few others wanted to help, but they could not bear the heat and covered their eyes with their sleeves.

When I looked again, I saw Shi Yao standing in front of the hole in the ground, giving a thumbs up in surprise:

"Junior Brother Zeng is worthy of being the number one in the Wanjian Sect. No one can compare to you in terms of size and weight. I think you should stop calling yourself Zeng Wu Zhenren and call yourself Digging Fat Rat. I think it's more appropriate."

This made the disciples at the back hold their stomachs and laugh quietly, especially Pei Shishi and Lou Jia. They felt that the days without Shi Yao were not fun at all.

Su Junli put away his flying sword and glanced at Shi Yao. Seeing that he ignored her, he turned around helplessly. Sure enough, he saw his second senior brother coming over with a dark face:

"Shi Yao, you are so presumptuous, openly insulting your fellow disciples. Do you take the rules of this master and the sect seriously?"

Shi Yao pretended to be surprised and replied:

"Of course, Immortal Venerable, don't you see that I am comforting Junior Brother Zeng? And I came here today just to catch up with your sword selection course."

As he said this, he walked down the pit and pulled Zeng Shiyong up with great force. Immediately, there was a scream and the person in the pit suffered secondary injuries. His already dislocated arm was directly broken.

Bo Yang was furious. He pushed him away and waved for the elders behind him to come over. At the same time, he looked at Shi Yao and said angrily:

"You are only at the first stage of Qi training and cannot fly a sword. You don't need to attend this class."

Zeng Shiyong, He Xiang and others all laughed at him. It was a fact that this man was not ambitious enough. It was useless even if his master was the famous Immortal Venerable Ye Heng.

Just when they thought Shi Yao was going to flee in disgrace or seek help from Su Junli, he said casually:

"Bai Yang Immortal Venerable, who said I was in the first stage of Qi training? I am now in the second stage of foundation building, so I am more than capable of choosing a sword."

"impossible"

Bo Yang was shocked and immediately accused him of lying. Seeing the surprise on his junior fellow apprentice's face, he became even more certain.

"Why is it impossible? My master is the number one in the world of cultivation. He spent the whole night helping me advance a while ago. What's the problem with this?"

Shi Yao casually swung at the huge rock behind him, instantly smashing it into pieces.

This action shocked everyone present. Bo Yang was speechless, and his apprentice Zeng Shiyong also turned pale with a look of disbelief.

Only Su Junli was more embarrassed than surprised. The words "all night" were clearly meant for him to hear. This frivolous dog apprentice, half a month after the peak, I thought he had reflected on himself, but I didn't expect him to still...

Seeing Su Junli's face turning red and blue, and looking ugly, Bo Yang thought he was blaming him for making things difficult for his apprentice, so he hurried forward to explain:

"Jun Li, I'm sorry, I was in a hurry and didn't consider you, please don't be angry"

Su Junli shook her head and said nothing. Shi Yao couldn't stand it. Bai Yang's gentle voice looked awkward. He stepped forward and stood between them, pulling Su Junli's sleeve:

"Master, hurry up, I can't wait to choose a sword. You have a good vision and chose such a good disciple like me. Now please choose a sword for me."

What a shameless thing to say. Can you spot this bastard?

Su Junli shook him off, gave him a cold warning look, and walked forward.

This interaction between the two made Bo Yang clench his hands in his sleeves, his nose twitched, and his eyes were filled with intense gloom.

Shi Yao could naturally feel the chill on his back, but he continued walking forward indifferently, with a hint of contemplation in his eyes.

Su Junli pointed at the stone wall behind him as if he was doing his job, and said in an unkind tone: "Choose."

Shi Yao had no such intention at first, but he just wanted to see some fun. After thinking for a while, he deliberately asked Lou Jia behind him:

"Which sword did Junior Brother Zeng choose just now that made you look so embarrassed?"

It sounded like he was looking for trouble. Zeng Shiyong was furious. However, because Su Junli was not around, he dared not speak. Lou Jia laughed and pointed to the top:

"Brother Shi Yao, the one at the top that's all black is..."

Shi Yao glanced upwards casually and was stunned for a moment.

Chixiao, why is his sword here?

I clearly fell on the rocks below the Nether Abyss in the Great Hunxu Desert, how could it be...

Shi Yao couldn't help but look at Su Junli, then quickly lowered his eyes to hide the doubt and confusion in his eyes.

Just at this moment, there was an unusual movement above his head, and then a black shadow shot out and stood straight on the ground in front of Shi Yao.

There were exclamations from all around, and Su Junli looked at Shi Yao in disbelief, with unfathomable speculation in his eyes.