Xie Mian did join the Qingliu Sword Sect, but when he entered the school, he was the disciple of the head and his personal disciple, and he had nothing to do with the group of people in the outer sect.

The fun is all about the inner door, and there is nothing on the outer door.

The name of genius that appears once a thousand years is enough to make the world look up to him. Moreover, he is so gentle and elegant, and everyone who has seen him praises him.

Xie Mian is good at everything, but he is sick and weak.

There are even rumors that if he is stronger, he may be able to form a golden elixir at the age of fifteen or sixteen.

Xie Mian has only been in the school for two days, and few people have seen him, but his legend is everywhere in the sect.

It’s like the round-faced girl who can’t remember her name, even when she was having lunch in the kitchen, she knew Xie Mian’s deeds very well.

"I will send spiritual medicine to the first peak in the morning by the order of the Zhou commander. Who do you think I have met?"

"Didn't you see the head!"

The round-faced girl gave her companion a blank look and said proudly: "I happened to meet Senior Brother Xie in the Medicine Pavilion."

"Hey! That genius who comes out once a thousand years? I didn't see him yesterday. Tell me what he looks like?"

"I was holding a big box of spiritual medicine at that time, and I tripped up without any attention. The medicine fell all over the floor. Brother Xie not only did not scold me, but instead pleaded for me in front of the Yao Pavilion manager..." She recalled the situation when the boy in white comforted her with a gentle voice, and looked a little embarrassed: "He was very good and did not have the arrogance of his personal disciples, and he was very gentle and kind-hearted."

Wen Yun in the corner was biting the steamed bun in his hand, and when he heard this, he pulled the corner of his mouth upwards.

The girl with round faces had the intention of showing off in front of Wen Yun, so she paid attention to this place quietly. She immediately became angry when she saw Wen Yun's calm smile.

"Why are you laughing? When I enter the inner door, I can call him upright, "Senior Brother, you are such a waste without spiritual roots, and you will never want to enter the inner door to see such a proud person!"

Wen Yun swallowed the steamed buns slowly, turned his head slightly and asked, "Waste?"

She was already very good, and now she looked at her eyes with a clear look, which made the round-faced girl shine slightly. After calming her mind, she shouted again: "It's you who scolded you! Although we are just refining our energy, we are all people who have entered the Immortal Sect. A useless mortal like you are insulting our sword cultivator's face!"

She had a gap with Wen Yun due to various miscellaneous things on weekdays, and now she felt that she had the opportunity to enter the inner door. She looked down on Wen Yun, who had no spiritual roots, and she became even more and more rude.

Wen Yun was not anxious or angry. After eating the steamed buns carefully, he drank half a bowl of egg flower soup in small mouthfuls, and then pushed the stool and stood up.

She said lightly: "Draw the sword."

The conflict between sword cultivators should be solved with swords. This is the rule of Qingliu Sword Sect and also the rule of sword cultivators.

However, the outer disciples have low cultivation and status. In addition to practicing, they also have to do miscellaneous work. They rely on their mouths to vent their pressure, so they have no intention of drawing their swords to fight.

After Wen Yun mentioned it, they remembered that sword cultivators should not be talking, and drawing the sword is the right way to do so if they disagree.

Until she walked to the open space outside the kitchen hall, the round-faced girl was still a little confused. She held the handle of the red-seared sword in her hand and looked at Wen Yun with complicated eyes.

The outer disciples who were eating in the kitchen had long been no longer interested in eating, and they all rushed out in great interest, and many of them were kind-hearted and began to introduce the news from both sides.

"The one on the left is Junior Sister Ming Yuan, and the one on the right is Junior Sister Wen Yun."

"Junior Sister Ming has the late stage of Qi Refining, and can rank among the top ten in our outer sect. Junior Sister Wen, cough, she has no cultivation."

"My junior sister's sword is said to be made of cold iron. Cut gold and jade and cut iron like mud. Junior sister Wen..."

Wen Yun didn't have a sword, and she was still holding the fire stick. Since she had used it a lot recently, the stick body was still a little broken.

Although Wen Yun was praised by the elders for his outstanding sword skills, the difference between mortals and monks is too far away. Although their realm is low now, the sword skills with spiritual power will be far superior to those of mortals in terms of speed and strength, just like the difference between a strong man and a child.

Coupled with the ridiculous stick in Wen Yun's hand, everyone couldn't help but laugh out loud.

This smile also made the round-faced female disciple named Ming Yuan breathe a sigh of relief. When she looked at Wen Yun just now, she felt her legs faintly weak and inexplicably wanted to escape. It was really strange.

She held the cold iron sword in her hand tightly and looked at Wen Yun opposite her. The wooden stick in the other party was very fragile and cut it off later. It would not hurt her life when she competed with her swordsmanship, but it would not be difficult to make Wen Yun break his hands and feet if he pretended to miss his hands and feet...

At this moment, a breeze suddenly blew.

Wen Yun seemed to be confused by the wind, and his hand holding the wooden stick moved a few times, as if he was saying something.

That's now!

Ming Yuan mobilized his spiritual power and lifted his sword and flew up. His hand was as thin as a snake's letter and thorned at Wen Yun's tendons.

However, Wen Yun was faster than her, and she avoided her easily as if she was stepping on the wind. The next moment, the wooden stick slashed heavily at the back of Ming Yuan's neck, and a terrible force instantly spread from the cervical spine to the feet.

The moment the wooden stick broke, the girl holding the sword fell to the ground with her weak power.

Wen Yun looked at the wooden stick with a pity and muttered in a low voice: "The melee mage is really worth a magic wand... Fortunately, the agility and power spell just now have been used."

However, it's okay even if you don't use magic. The original body's swordsmanship is terrible and it's more than enough to educate the juniors in the Qi Refining Stage, but Wen Yun personally prefers simple and crude methods.

Looking around the hoarse people, Wen Yun looked at Ming Yuan with his eyes down and said, "Round face."

Ming Yuan was no longer able to correct the other party's name, and just lay on the ground in disgrace and humiliatingly.

Wen Yun asked softly: "Do you know who is the waste?"

The man on the ground shrank and said nothing.

She squatted down patiently, stared at Ming Yuan, and explained gently: "I'm not targeting you, I mean you are all wastes, do you understand?"

The inside and outside of the dining hall were silent, and all the waste was shut up.

Wen Yun got up and patted the dust that did not exist on his blue shirt. He walked leisurely into the kitchen hall, took a candy bun and left.

After drawing the sword, Wen Yun finally gained the long-lost purity.

She really loved the rule of sword cultivator. If the magic world was so simple and direct back then, she wouldn't have to be dragged by people who came to "discuss magic" every few days and talked about the origin of magic. If she just had to curse, wouldn't she see the origin of magic?

But the round face became quiet, but the outer door became even more lively.

Each peak in the inner sect has to recruit disciples from the outer sect. At this moment, the nine jade pendants representing each peak are floating in the air. As long as you press the handprint, you will be considered as signing up for the trial at that peak.

The disciples began to carefully select the person they like, but before the trial began, their troubles arose.

"The first peak has the most honorable status, but there are the most competitions, so I am worried!"

"The Qingmu sword technique of the fourth peak is most consistent with my wood-type spiritual roots, but I like Senior Brother Lu of the third peak...Which side should I choose for love and cultivation?"

"I heard that the sixth peak is so gentle and beautiful senior sister. She is not talented and will not be able to enter the sixth peak!"

Wen Yun: “…”

She suddenly remembered that when she was still in modern times hundreds of years ago, some students were confused about which famous school to study before the exam and what was the name of the school?

Oh by the way, Lan Xiang and New Oriental!

Suddenly someone found something wrong: "Hey! Why is there a piece of straw paper next to this jade? It says... the tenth peak? Does our Qingliu Sword Sect have the tenth peak?"

Sure enough, the bluestone slab on the edge had been inserted with rotten wood, and yellowed paper was hung on it. The next one couldn't understand it. Only the three big characters "Thousand Peak" at the top were written in a particularly straightforward and clear manner, with the pen tips like silver hooks and iron paintings, vigorous and powerful.

Zhang Shi Zhou was a little strange on his face, and he nodded his head while pinching his beard and squeezing out two words: "It's true."

But I won't continue talking.

Soon, a disciple in front read out the sloppy small characters below—

"The Tenth Peak collects a member of the Fire-burning disciple, and the treatment is superior, and the age, gender and cultivation is not limited!"

Everyone laughed out loud. The tenth peak that appeared inexplicably was really funny. Who would give up the generous conditions of other peaks and not choose what to do if you go to the unknown peak...

Fire burning disciple?

Although Wen Yun taught Ming Yuan a lesson, not everyone knew about this, or they were more proud of being much better than Ming Yuan and were not afraid of Wen Yun, so they still joked boldly.

"Hey Wen Yun, look at this tenth peak without limiting cultivation. You who have no spiritual roots can go!"

"Don't Junior Sister Wen chops wood often? You are the ones who burn fire!"

But Wen Yun, who was passing by, ignored them and looked at the seemingly ragged yellow paper.

After coming to this world, she found that the magic elements here are not only a few, but if she continues to practice like this, she will be able to become a high-level magician at most in the future.

Several pieces of jade from the inner gate Jiufeng were filled with extremely powerful magical elements, which made her feel comfortable all over.

But the paper has stronger magic fluctuations!

Although it is ridiculous to say this, just such a broken piece of paper was actually the most magical thing she saw after coming to this world!

If you use this paper to draw a magic scroll, the forbidden spell will definitely not be able to withstand it. Advanced magic is probably a bit lingering, but intermediate magic should be fine, right?

At this moment, a commotion came from the crowd, and then Ming Yuan, who was staggering, pushed the crowd away and walked to the front, pressing his handprint on the jade on the first peak without saying a word.

A faint light flashed by in the jade moment, which means she was also one of the disciples who participated in the first peak trial!

"Mingyuan, how can you go to the trial if you are injured?"

"My junior sister is still too stubborn, and with her strength, it's okay to wait for the next chance."

Ming Yuan's face was pale, and he bent his body slightly due to injury, but his head was still raised: "I, Ming Yuan, will enter the inner door!"

She coughed violently, stared at Wen Yun after a violent breath, "You Wen Yun are not even qualified to enter the inner door. This is the difference between me and you."

It is shameful to lose for a moment, thirty years Hedong and thirty years Hexi—

Before she could think of what to say to show her momentum, she saw Wen Yun step forward without looking back.
Chapter completed!