Stunningly beautiful young lady

After his disciple receives the inheritance, he will have at least seven more days before disappearing.

Therefore, during these seven days, if my newly accepted apprentice has any questions, I can still guide him. Of course, I will also do my best to guide him on every aspect he doesn't understand.

"Think about it in your head, and then start practicing right away."

Urged on by the old man in white, Su Ning closed his eyes and began to recall the moves he had just made.

After gaining a deeper understanding, he walked up to the longsword standing in mid-air and grasped it in his right palm.

"It's like fire burning one's eyebrows."

Su Ning picked up the longsword that glowed red, with a large bird carved on its blade, and looked exceptionally sharp and shiny, and began to learn his master's first move.

Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he abruptly stopped practicing his moves and shouted at the figure floating above his head:

"By the way, Master, what's your name?"

All of this happened so suddenly. As soon as he was told to become his disciple, he bowed and asked nothing else.

Although he had never formally become an apprentice, he had seen others do so, and he needed to understand these basic facts.

If someone asks him what his master's name is, he can't just stammer and not be able to answer.

"Oh dear, I forgot even if you hadn't mentioned it. My memory is so bad, it's like it's been eaten by a dog; I can't remember anything at all."

The old man in white slapped his forehead in frustration in front of Su Ning, indicating that he was a little speechless about himself.

If it weren't for his own apprentice, he probably wouldn't have remembered something so important later on.

Once his apprentices take his self-created sword technique out and make it famous, no one will know that it was created by him, the Immortal Wuji.

"Uh, Master..."

Su Ning was surprised that his master had come up with such unique names for his moves, and even his way of speaking was so creative, leaving him somewhat speechless.

"I am the Immortal Wuji, a native of Shanghai, but I don't know how many years I have been dead. It's been so long that I can't remember anymore."

Wuji Immortal counted the time on his fingers, but it was too long ago, and he really couldn't remember clearly.

Then, as if recalling the past, he stood still, his thoughts drifting into the distance.

Su Ning didn't know whether he should interrupt his cheap master at this moment. If he didn't disturb him, he still needed to learn swordsmanship. But if he did disturb him, it wouldn't be good.

"Never mind, let Master figure it out himself. I'll go practice for a while on my own."

Su Ning picked up his longsword and walked towards another wide open space, but he did not disturb the old man, Wuji Immortal.

When Su Ning first started practicing, there were many things he didn't understand. Seeing that his cheap master was still meditating and thinking, he gave up asking him for his thoughts and started studying on his own.

The six or seven people who had drawn their swords earlier had already begun learning the inheritance within the swords, and the remaining disciples followed suit and entered the inheritance space one after another.

A minute later, a group of people dressed in white arrived around the sword mound, numbering about fifty.

At this moment, Venerable Liuli was not summoned, because she would only appear in everyone's sight when the first wave of people came in and the last wave of people left.

Among them, the man standing at the very front of the group, holding a sword, said:

"It seems we're too late; someone has already arrived."

"This sword mound is so large, it's comparable to the sword mound in the Xuan Tian Ancient Tomb. It seems our trip was worthwhile."

One of the disciples, looking at the scene before him, could not hide his excitement.

He had previously visited a relatively small sword tomb, where the inheritance he had received was immensely beneficial. He was sure to gain a great deal from this enormous one before him.

"I never expected that there would be such a good ancient tomb on the mainland below. I must get some good stuff back today."

The other female disciple, looking at the magnificent sword tomb, was also full of confidence.

She had been to the area around the Sword Tomb before, but by the time she got there, all the inheritances had already been taken by others, so she could only stare blankly.

She regretted it for a long time; if it weren't for a madman blocking her way, the last sword should have been hers to inherit.

Later, when she thought back on it, she couldn't swallow her anger. After leaving the ancient tomb, she secretly killed that person, which calmed her jealousy a little.

"In that case, everyone can receive the inheritance here first, and those who receive the inheritance can go to the next place on their own."

The man looked around and found that the swords in the sword tomb didn't seem to have been moved much, which meant that not many people had come here. They had a great advantage in coming here first to choose.

"Yes, Senior Brother Yu Guang."

After the disciples answered in unison, they each searched for the sword they wanted to inherit.

A man named Yu Guang arrived in front of a sword that was emitting a white light. The pattern on the hilt of the sword was quite unique, as if it were a special array sealing technique.

But after he got closer and studied them carefully, he found that these specific array sealing techniques were not quite the same as the ordinary ones.

The arrangement and layout above were unlike anything it had ever seen before. Not only could it not understand them, but staring at them for too long also caused a stinging sensation.

The white light emanating from the sword made him feel unusually comfortable, and he couldn't help but want to get closer to it.

"Interesting. I'm going to study you today."

He wasn't going to bother with examining the tens of thousands of swords in the sword tomb anymore; today, he wanted to see what the legacy within this sword was.

"Buzzing..."

Yu Guang gripped the hilt of the longsword tightly in his palm, and then it emitted a buzzing protest sound.

"The more you resist, the more I want to conquer you."

He looked at the longsword that shone with white light, and a defiant expression appeared on his face.

Yu Guang is 29 years old and has explored at least eight or ten ancient tombs, but he has never encountered a situation like today.

This ignited his fighting spirit; he was determined to pull out the sword and absorb its power today.

Around fifty people tried to draw their swords at roughly the same time, and everyone except him, who was still struggling, had already succeeded.

This tug-of-war continued for forty minutes, and the longsword, gleaming with a white light, remained unmoved.

He was already panting heavily, with beads of sweat on his forehead, and his breathing had become heavier.

"Oh!"

Just as he was about to try again, a yellowish-brown thing fell from mid-air and landed with a thud right in front of him.