Kill the heroine at the beginning, and the little apprentice sister will take away the luck

The disciples of Jianfeng can be said to be the most hardworking in the entire Qingxuan Sect. Before dawn in the world of immortal cultivation, the Jianfeng Square is already full of people, all of whom are disciples who come to practice swordsmanship.

Leng Zhuxin and Gu Wangchen stood in a corner of the square, watching thousands of disciples standing in the square and constantly repeating basic moves such as chopping, stabbing, etc. It was quite spectacular.

Chu He and Zhang Wu Lei, who had joined the sect with Leng Zhuxin yesterday, were in the team in front of them. These were the new inner disciples of the Sword Sect who had joined this year. There were several hundred of them, including some with three spiritual roots who were not supposed to enter the inner sect but had good comprehension and were recruited by Prime Minister Wu as an exception.

The new disciples all hold a wooden sword to prevent accidental injury to each other.

Today, Wu Xiang's eldest disciple Tang Xiuhe is in charge of guiding the new disciples in sword practice. Tang Xiuhe is only two years older than Gu Wangchen. The two have gone down the mountain to train together and explored many secret realms together. They have a very good relationship.

So when he saw Gu Wangchen bringing Leng Zhuxin to visit Jianfeng, he immediately came to greet them. Although his face still had the unique indifference of a sword cultivator, his tone was very gentle.

He first exchanged greetings with Gu Wangchen and said a few words, then looked at Leng Zhuxin beside him.

"This must be Junior Sister Leng, right? She broke through the seventh level of Qi training yesterday during a meal in the dining hall, which really inspired these guys. They practiced until the early hours of the morning and refused to stop. This morning, they all came out to practice sword skills with dark circles under their eyes.

Junior Sister, your physique is definitely suitable for our Jianfeng's training. Would you like to give it a try?"

Tang Xiuhe forced a smile that was a bit unaccustomed to it, and pulled out a wooden sword from the side and handed it to Leng Zhuxin.

Leng Zhuxin was not intimidated and took the wooden sword with confidence, "Okay, I hope Senior Brother Tang can give me more guidance."

After saying that, Leng Zhuxin stood in the empty seat next to Chu He, staring at Chu He's movements and waving the wooden sword in his hand.

She had also learned swordsmanship in her previous life, and she was already very familiar with these basic moves. However, this body was holding a sword for the first time, so the movements looked a little awkward at first.

After waving it a few times and getting used to it, I became more familiar with it and the movements looked very professional.

Seeing this, Tang Xiuhe felt that Leng Zhuxin had a talent for swordsmanship. With eyes full of admiration, he said to Gu Wangchen, "Your junior sister's talent in swordsmanship is much stronger than yours and mine. She shouldn't be your junior sister."

"If it's not mine, who should I do it? Should it be you, a shameless old man? You're over a hundred years old and you still want to steal my junior sister from me."

Gu Wangchen glanced at Tang Xiuhe and snorted coldly.

This resulted in Tang Xiuhe being speechless: "I'm over a hundred years old, how old are you? You're almost the same age, but you think you're in your twenties or thirties? Junior Sister Leng is indeed a genius in sword cultivation. You can't let such a pearl be covered in dust.

You know my master's temper. He is willing to teach anyone who is willing to learn swordsmanship, has talent and can endure hardships.

Aren’t you also the eldest disciple of the master? Didn’t he teach you too?

And among your three junior apprentices, apart from Wan Youlian who is unreliable and unwilling to learn from my master, which one of them hasn't learned a single move from my master?"

Tang Xiuhe was telling the truth, and Gu Wangchen knew it.

This was the idea he had in mind when he brought Leng Zhuxin to Jianfeng, but it seemed a bit hasty for him to bring it up, so he pretended to be unhappy.

As expected, Tang Xiuhe, who, like Wu Xiang, only had eyes for swords and talents, took the bait and offered to let Leng Zhuxin learn swordsmanship at Jianfeng.

Even so, Gu Wangchen still felt awkward for a while before agreeing.

Leng Zhuxin, who was immersed in sword practice, didn't know that Tang Xiuhe had already asked Wu Xiang for help because of her talent in sword practice.

She was still practicing the most basic moves one after another, swinging the wooden sword in her hand faster and faster. She couldn't help but turn around and chop it horizontally, and happened to see the sword moves of the old disciple next to her.

First she looked with her eyes, then used her wrist to move the sword, and then somehow the wooden sword started to move with her.

A mysterious feeling made her ignore the people around her and immerse herself in every move.

……

When Wu Xiang arrived, Leng Zhuxin was already able to fully perform the sword technique that the intermediate disciples were practicing. The spiritual energy even formed small vortexes with her every move.

The new disciples nearby were affected and moved back a little, leaving Leng Zhuxin with a large circular open space.

"bye……"

Chu He saluted with both hands, and just as he uttered the word "bow" he saw Wu Xiang shaking his head.

Then he asked the new disciples to step back a lot, and stood beside Leng Zhuxin with his hands behind his back.

Everyone saw that Leng Zhuxin's sword moves became more and more fierce, and his movements became faster and faster. With the last move, the sword energy that was slashed across actually left a faint sword energy on the hard square, and the whole audience was in an uproar.

The wooden sword in Leng Zhuxin's hand also broke because it could not withstand the sword energy. Leng Zhuxin looked at the wooden sword in his hand with a sense of loss, and it was freed from the mysterious feeling before.

The spiritual energy in her dantian began to churn again. Leng Zhuxin suppressed it and looked up at the Jianfeng disciples surrounding her a few dozen meters away and Wu Xiang standing beside her.

She seems to be in the spotlight again.

Leng Zhuxin thought helplessly, holding the broken wooden sword in his hand and walked to Wu Xiang and Tang Xiuhe: "Disciple greets Uncle Wu, I'm sorry for breaking Jianfeng's sword."

"No problem, hahahaha, what a good seedling, not only can he perform the entry-level sword techniques coherently, but he can also emit sword energy. His talent is almost on par with mine. If he wasn't Gu Yanhuai's disciple, I would really like to snatch him away."

Wu Xiang laughed heartily and praised loudly, then personally took out an iron sword used by intermediate disciples for training, "Come, take this sword and follow me."

Leng Zhuxin didn't know where Wu Xiang was taking her, but she knew he wouldn't harm her, so she grabbed the iron sword and followed him.

The looks from the disciples who were practicing sword skills together in the square were filled with envy and jealousy, but they were all shouted back by Tang Xiu and Leng Lian.

"We, the disciples of Jianfeng, are all righteous. When you see someone stronger than you, you should strive to surpass them and put aside all that useless jealousy! If you have a mean streak, you'll never master swordsmanship in your lifetime!"

This shout brought back the spirits of many people. Chu He stood back to his original position with the wooden sword in his hand without saying a word.

He looked back at the sword energy left by Leng Zhuxin in the square, and waved the wooden sword in his hand again, still practicing the most basic moves such as chopping, slashing and stabbing.

Then came Zhang Wulei...

Immediately afterwards, all the disciples returned to their original positions and practiced each move with even greater vigor.

Only some disciples, including Zhang Wulei, abandoned the basic moves and started to learn from the movements of the intermediate disciples.

Tang Xiuhe saw this and shook his head without saying anything. He was already used to it. Every year there would be such ambitious disciples. Only after hitting a wall a few times would they realize how important these seemingly boring basic moves they were asked to practice were.