Bai Yueguang, who was dressed as a hero and died prematurely

The world of cultivating immortals, Xuan Cang Tian Road, Netherworld Sword Peak.

The white clouds are lingering and the sky is clear.

summer.

The lively crowds, even the air is filled with heat, and the occasional breeze blows through, refreshing the heart.

The foot of the mountain was bustling with people of all kinds lining up with red faces. There were women carrying baskets, boys and girls who had just turned fifteen, poor people and rich people, all of whom were looking forward. .

Today is the day when Netherworld Sword Peak recruits disciples once in a century, so it is naturally very lively.

Who knows that this swaggering sect is the leader in the world of cultivating immortals, and this swaggering sect is famous for its Netherworld Sword Technique, so the entrance to recruit disciples is under the Netherworld Sword Peak.

In the era of chaos, monsters were rampant and the world was unrest. A young man with peerless martial arts emerged from the sky. He used his fierce sword to repel the monsters and sealed them to the mist cliff. Named "Swagger".

One hundred and five thousand years ago, Patriarch Wuwu attained enlightenment and ascended, becoming the number one ascendant in the world of immortality.

The "Swagger Sect" is powerful and has been the number one sect in the world of immortality for thousands of years, never being surpassed.

The biggest difference between the "Swagger Sect" and other sects is that here, it does not have any harsh tests. People of any age, regardless of their qualifications, are accepted as long as they are considered qualified.

With such a great reputation and simple conditions, there is of course an endless stream of people who want to join the "Swagger School". It can even be said that there are more people every year than every century.

However, very few people can actually enter after arriving.

Why are the conditions so lax and so few people can get in?

A handsome young man stood in front of the mountain.

He is as long as jade and wears an ink-colored robe. On the chest and shoulders of the robe are three big characters, "Swagger Sect" with flying dragons and phoenixes. On the right sleeve are small golden characters, "Netherworld Sword Peak - Fuqiao".

Fuqiao is the name of this young man.

The young man holding the bridge was holding a colored glaze stone in his hand.

This glazed colored stone is extraordinary. It is an artifact used by the Swagger Sect to test qualifications. It is called "Seven Colors" and can detect the seven spiritual roots of gold, wood, water, fire, earth, ice, and thunder.

The glazed colored stone is an artifact left by Patriarch Wuwu for testing qualifications.

Nowadays, there are also casual cultivators who want to join the "Swagger Sect". Some can pass the test, while others cannot.

No matter how much the elders study, they still can't figure out why some people are clearly qualified but can't shine the glazed colored stones.

But no matter what, Patriarch Wuwu always has his reasons.

Fuqiao stood upright and spoke softly, not loudly, but through the spiritual power of the elements, the sound spread to every corner of the mountain.

"Those who are going to be apprentices should come one by one, put their hands up, and if they can light up the glazed stone, they can stay and go up the mountain to practice immortality."

"The first one!"

The first one is a girl with braided braids, wearing rough linen clothes, washed white, but clean, with clear and bright eyes.

The girl looked no more than eleven or twelve, and she had been waiting at the foot of the mountain four months before the test started.

She timidly wiped her hands on her clothes before gently placing them on the stone.

The stone slowly glowed with a light green halo.

Fuqiao Qingjun's almond-shaped eyes bent, he patted the little girl's shoulder, and nodded with satisfaction, "Acquired single spirit root and wood element, not bad, good luck." After patting the little girl's shoulder, something different flashed in his eyes The radiance then quickly subsided, as if he had never noticed anything different about the little girl.

Two disciples in gray robes walked out from behind the bridge and led the little girl up the mountain.

The crowd in the back burst into laughter and were overjoyed.

"Such a skinny little girl has entered, let alone this young master!"

"I also heard that it's hard to get into this swagger group. Looking at it like this, we have a lot of hope!"

...

"second!"

"How can I, this young lady, practice immortal magic together with that dead girl!"

The girl wearing a rare brocade satin skirt wrinkled her nose, pouted, and reluctantly put her hand up.

The stone shone slightly with a bright gray light and then went out.

Fuqiao shook his head, "You are not qualified, please go back."

The girl's eyes widened, and she shouted in her delicate and sharp voice, "What! That damn girl has gone in, so why can't I? What a broken artifact you are!"

Fuqiao's beautiful eyebrows frowned, "Girl, be careful, the colorful artifact never goes wrong."

The girl remained unyielding and shouted: "It must be broken! The immortal master who passed by my residence three years ago checked it for me. She clearly said that I am a fire spirit root with excellent qualifications!"

Fuqiao lowered his eyes lightly: "No noise is allowed at Netherworld Sword Peak."

Two more disciples came out from behind Fuqiao and carried the girl away.

The girl's sharp voice was left behind: "If you don't keep me, I will make you swaggering people regret it!"

Over a half day, more than a thousand people were tested one after another, but no one with qualifications was found.

Ten days passed quickly, and the recruitment of disciples was also over.

This has always been the rule of the "Swagger School". No matter how many people there are, the test will only be conducted for ten days at a time.

The remaining few hundred people sighed and went back.

"I should have come earlier if I had known."

"No, in another 100 years we will all be old men, and we might be buried."

"We can only warn our descendants to prepare earlier..."

The main peak of the Swaggering Sect - Wuwang Peak.

The leader, Chen Li, was sitting on the leader's seat, his resolute face full of solemnity.

"How are you? How many disciples have you accepted this time?"

Fuqiao bent over and cupped his hands and replied: "Back to the leader, this time a total of 12 people were tested and 76 disciples were recruited."

Chen Li breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, "Not bad, not bad, there will be a lot of recruitment this year."

He took a sip of tea worriedly, alas, his sect was so famous, who would have thought that it could only recruit a few dozen people in a hundred years? It would be great if Patriarch Wuwu was still here.

Ye Feifeng, a female elder sitting on one side, said, "It's really good. There were only 100 in the last 52 years, which is much more than last year."

The elders looked at each other one after another, and they all saw the worry about the future of their sect in each other's eyes.

Hua Wujia: "Do you think our sect will fall because we can't recruit any disciples?"

Chen Li patted the table and said seriously: "What nonsense are you talking about? Grandmaster Wuwu has predicted that this year our sect will have a darling of heaven and destiny. Whether our sect can enter a more awesome continent depends on this person. Can you take our sect to fly?"

Ye Feifeng twitched his mouth and said, "Master, can you act like a master? It's really ugly to be taken away for nothing."

Hua Wujia held the fan open in front of her mouth with one hand and smiled, "Miss Xiao Fei'er, don't always have such a vicious mouth."

Ye Feifeng, who had a crisp voice, shuddered and rolled his eyes at him.

Chen Li looked up at the golden "swagger" of dragons and phoenixes dancing in the hall.

"Anyway, whether our sect can become more prosperous and reach a higher level all depends on this son of heaven."

Then his eyes fell on Fuqiao, "Fuqiao, if you live up to the trust of our ancestors, you might be that person."

Listening to these meaningful words, Fuqiao lowered his eyes and stood there quietly, his dark pupils filled with light.

Ambition is in his heart.