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Zhong Weiwan's eyes darkened, he didn't like to have physical contact with others, especially strangers like this who just met and couldn't talk to each other for a few words.

"Please let go."

He managed to maintain his politeness, but if Huo Xishan still wanted to hold onto him, he would have no choice but to be rude.

Huo Xishan seemed to wake up from a dream, quickly let go of his hand, and took a few steps back: "Ah, I'm so sorry, I just... can't help it."

Zhong Weiwan:?

He also thought about the word that the other party stopped in the middle of speaking, is it "delicious" after all?

If the answer is yes, ordinary people should not have an appetite for their own kind, is this person in front of him an extraordinary person, or is he not human at all?

Huo Xishan did not continue to explain, but pointed to the newcomers at the entrance of the cave, and said, "Did you see the strong man at the front? I saw him at the foot of the mountain a few days ago."

The strong man is especially obvious among the few people. In addition to the strong body like a hill, there is also a reason for the things he carries.

It was an epee seven feet long and two feet wide.

The strong man was carrying an epee, as if he was carrying another mountain, but there was no trace of fatigue and hard work between his brows, but a sense of leisure and ease, and he walked like flying.

Huo Xishan lowered his voice, and said to Zhong Weiwan: "I found out, this guy originally practiced on Wanjian Mountain, but because he didn't have the status of a disciple, he purposely waited until the Ascension to Immortal Conference, and came for a formality."

Zhong Weiwan looked at the strong man's eyes, and indeed achieved the introverted and regular flow of aura, in other words, he had stepped into the door of cultivation.

Huo Xishan said angrily: "The number of disciples that can be recruited in each Ascension to Immortals Conference is limited, which means that we will lose one quota this time. Are you angry?"

Zhong Weiwan didn't reply.

He looked at the entrance of the cave, where several people came one after another, including a boy with drooping eyelids, a young girl looking around, and a middle-aged man who walked at the end with steady steps.

"My God, could it be that Elder Mo!"

"How did he come?"

Many applicants recognized the identity of the middle-aged man, with various expressions on their faces, but most of them were surprised.

None of them imagined that the sword-holding elders, ranked third in Wanjianshan, would host such a small entrance examination, not to mention that there are at least [-] people who have passed the qualification selection, and there are hundreds of similar assessments at least, Elder Mo It's impossible to be so free, right?

"quiet."

As soon as Mo Chengshu said these words, all the noisy sounds in the Three Thousand Swords Cave disappeared instantly and became completely silent.

He looked around and said: "There are still three quarters of an hour before the start of the assessment. I suggest you sit here to adjust your breath and keep energetic. This year's assessment is more difficult than before."

No one dared to object, they all nodded their heads.

Xu Shi was overwhelmed by Mo Chengshu's aura, even the chattering Huo Xishan rarely shut up, and Zhong Weiwan's ears were clear, and he began to guess the possible form of the next assessment.

He is not a swordsman, nor does he have the understanding in this area, and even whenever he sees those sharp cold weapons, he will feel an indescribable sense of repulsion in his heart.

Based on this premise, if he wants to pass the entrance examination of Wanjian Mountain - the world generally compares this to thousands of troops crossing a single-plank bridge - he may have to find another way and find some way to attract the attention of the elders.

Time passed in a blink of an eye, and just after three quarters of an hour, Mo Chengshu waved his sleeves and sealed the entrance of the cave with a boulder.

The huge space trembled. Listening to the sound of falling gravel, the young men and women stood alone in the darkness, their already nervous mood became more and more uneasy.

Mo Chengshu took out a lotus lantern from Qiankun Dimension, raised his hand and sent it to the top of the rock cave.

The soft light instantly illuminated the place, and even the sharp sword soldiers painted in the surrounding murals seemed to have become real at this moment, emitting a cold and chilling light.

"Next, I will inform you of the assessment rules."

Mo Chengshu's voice resounded, powerful and resonant, and it was clearly transmitted to the ears of everyone present.

"This is the fantasy land of lotus birth, which can simulate thousands of changes. After you fall into the dream, you will be alone under the sword peak, and you will only wake up when you climb to the peak and find the real sword."

"The elders of Wanjian Mountain can clearly see your performance in the dream. If you use external force, you will be disqualified immediately."

"It's not that the sooner you wake up, the better. Although the dream is false, the benefits can be real; but for those who have been unable to break free from the dream, Wan Jianshan will not consider taking them into the sect. Please weigh the pros and cons by yourself .”

"There is no need to say anything else, I wish you all good luck." Mo Chengshu paused, and shouted, "Go!"

As his words fell, the lotus lantern suddenly burst into even more dazzling brilliance, like a small sun, making all the young people who participated in the Immortal Ascension Conference close their eyes.

When it was opened again, the surrounding scenery had already changed.

Zhong Weiwan was surrounded by veil-like clouds, and he couldn't see clearly in other directions, except for a very high mountain standing in front of him, which couldn't be seen at a glance.

It seems that this is the so-called Jianfeng.

Zhong Weiwan walked to the first step and stepped on it tentatively.

There was no abnormality in the surrounding area, it was still silent, and the clouds and mist did not disperse.

He thought for a moment, then raised his other foot and landed on the second step.

Still all is well.

Then the third level, the fourth level, the fifth level...

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Zhong Weiwan's breathing became obviously unstable, but when he looked down through the bushes in the crevices of the rocks, he found that he was almost still at the bottom, less than five feet from the ground.

"..."

He stopped, pondered for a few breaths, and planned to rise against the wind.

No spiritual energy of heaven and earth responded to his call, and the spiritual veins in his body became empty at some point, as if he had returned to his childhood in an instant, and even his cough brought out a faint smell of blood.

"I see."

Zhong Weiwan coughed a few more times, probably guessing that the illusion of lotus birth would make them return to their weakest days, and asked them to find a way to break through the illusion by themselves without cultivation or treasures.

He rested on the spot for a while, and after a while, his breathing finally became stable, but the feeling of fatigue was lingering, as if the exhaustion of the body would also be fed back to the mind.

But it doesn't matter.

Zhong Weiwan calmed down, enlarged his perception infinitely, and saw the flow of aura around him.

No matter what kind of clue it is, as long as it is located in the illusion, it must be transformed by aura, and in order for those in it to discover it, it must have some distinctive features.

Zhong Weiwan quickly noticed that on those seemingly ordinary stone steps, there were not only fallen leaves and soil, but also energy bodies formed by the condensed spiritual energy.

The energy bodies are randomly distributed, sometimes on the left, sometimes on the right, bright as light spots in the perceived world, like small road signs.

He tried to land on the spot where the light was.

At that moment, Zhong Weiwan felt the slight tearing sensation of some kind of space formation, and knew that he had guessed right.

After a while, he successfully reached the top of the mountain.

This is a flat land with a square radius. Countless sharp swords of different shapes are inserted obliquely into the soil. As far as the eye can see, there is a dense forest of swords, shrouded in a surging and forested killing atmosphere.

Zhong Weiwan frowned.

He made sure once again that he didn't like these cold weapons.

Before entering the illusion, Mo Chengshu gave a reminder that he needs to find the real sword to wake up from the dream... But there are so many swords here, which one is the right one?

Zhong Weiwan tried to use the previous method, but it didn't work. The sword forest in front of him was essentially an ocean of spiritual energy, too turbulent and dizzying.

Now he can't release his spiritual consciousness, if he doesn't stay in it, he won't be able to discover a subtle difference hidden in the depths of the ocean.

But the space between the swords is so narrow that even with his figure, it is difficult to pass through, let alone go deep into the hinterland.

Just as Zhong Weiwan was thinking about how to deal with it, a figure suddenly appeared on the sword forest.

He was wrapped in a black robe, his face could not be seen clearly, only his voice came out from the robe, which was low and hoarse.

"Baby, would you like to learn swordsmanship with me?"

*****

In the Three Thousand Sword Cave, Li Qinglong was the first to wake up.

As Huo Xishan had inquired, he participated in the Ascension to Immortal Conference just to obtain the official status of Wanjianshan disciple, to have a general understanding of the content of the assessment, and he would not be greedy for the swordsmanship taught in the dream.

As for the other candidates, some frowned, some smiled, and some were complacent, but none of them showed signs of waking up.

Mo Chengshu sat alone under the lotus lamp.

Countless light clusters jump up and down, each of which is the epitome of the candidates' dreams.

At this time, the sword-holding elder was looking at one of the light clusters intently, and at the same time, a charming female voice sounded in the air: "Senior brother, I think this is good!"

The slightly deep male voice also agreed: "He can quickly adjust after discovering the problem, and then discover the guidance of the sword intent. His temperament and talent are both top-notch."

A third voice came in: "I think he is suitable for practicing my meridian's still water swordsmanship."

"...Brother, what do you mean by that?"

"Do you need to explain? This child has been so calm from the beginning to the end. If he doesn't practice the still water swordsmanship, his heart will be wasted in vain!"

"Hmph, how far-fetched! Then I can also say that he did not change his face when Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, and he must be suitable for the mountain-breaking swordsmanship that rests my veins!"

"Brother, forgive me for speaking bluntly, you are clearly talking nonsense!"

"Brother, forgive me for speaking bluntly, so what about nonsense?"

……

Li Qinglong was a little surprised when he heard the voices of the sword-wielding elders in Wanjian Mountain.What kind of cultivation talent is it that makes them unable to resist fighting for it from now on?

Mo Chengshu naturally knew that Li Qinglong had escaped from the dream, and seeing him staring blankly, he beckoned, "Come here."

Li Qinglong didn't dare to neglect, immediately went to Mo Chengshu's side, saluted and said, "Master Uncle."

Mo Chengshu lightly touched the light cluster in front of him, and it spread rapidly, and finally transformed into a flowing scroll.

The scroll reflects Zhong Weiwan's dream scene.

"I hope you can watch it too." Mo Chengshu said, "This son's cultivation talent is better than Ye Yan's, and he even has a bit of the demeanor of the first elder back then. Maybe he can make great achievements in the future."

Li Qinglong was even more astonished.

You must know that Ye Yan is the chief disciple of Wan Jianshan, currently the youngest monk in the fifth level realm on the mainland; as for the first elder Ouyang Haoyuan, he is an existence at the top of the world of cultivating immortals... Now Master Mo is actually using them analogy?

After being shocked, Li Qinglong couldn't help being awed, and with a certain tension that he couldn't explain why, he turned his gaze to the scroll.

At the same time, almost all the sword-holding elders were also paying attention to Zhong Weiwan's actions.

He only needs to follow the black robe to practice a set of basic swordsmanship, and these powerful monks with excellent eyesight can see his understanding of swordsmanship, what kind of swordsmanship he is suitable for practicing, and whether he can inherit his mantle.

Not long after, Zhong Weiwan took the wooden sword from the black robe.

The black robe demonstrated the basic sword skills.

Zhong Weiwan learned from him.

Heipao asked him to do it himself.

Zhong Weiwan gestured with his hands, his expression extremely serious.Seeing this, Li Qinglong subconsciously held his breath, thinking that he might witness the birth of a peerless genius.

The next moment, Zhong Weiwan drew out his sword.

Who would have thought that without two moves, the sword would come out of his hand, circle in the air, and then fall down and hit his own foot.

Li Qinglong was silent.

All the sword-wielding elders were also silent.

Only Mo Chengshu raised his eyebrows slightly, inexplicably feeling that this scene seemed familiar.