Fantasy: My green plum is actually the heroine

The Sword Sect does not have a magnificent and gorgeous gate.

As long as you step on the heavenly steps and climb to the end, what appears in front of the world is the hollow and exquisite stone door, and the wide and simple martial arts arena.

If you have to say it, then the Sword Enlightenment Holy City is the sect gate of the Sword Sect, because only by entering the Holy City can you step into the Heavenly Steps to the Sword Sect.

At this time.

There was already a long queue of dragons on the Sword Sect's martial arts, and although there were many people, it was exceptionally quiet, without too much noisy discussion, and even faintly heard the dancing sword sound of the void echoing on the peaks of various veins.

Haunting your ears.

"Unqualified, next!"

The originally sonorous and powerful voice became soft after half an hour, without a trace of waves.

"Unqualified, next."

After an hour, the soft words turned into voiceless, and the waving of hands seemed particularly lazy.

"Unqualified..... Next........"

"........." Mode's

emotional voice slowly precipitated.

In just half a session, countless expectant people had been sent away in a row, but none of them met the standard, and just when the disciple who was monitoring the assessment was yawning carelessly.

"Junior Brother! Be careful!

He was frightened by the sudden shout of the senior brother in the distance, his heart jumped in his chest, and he quickly got up from his seat and looked over with his eyes like a torch.

I saw not far away.

The dusty young man was following a Sword Sect disciple who led the way to the depths, not wanting to suddenly flash a strange stream of light behind him, it was a shining vortex made of nine immortal swords, and Chao Fan Yunmo struck at him unexpectedly!

"Tweet!"

The little fox hurriedly reminded him of the abnormality behind him.

And Yan Xueli, who was mixed in the crowd with a light veil, her unique temperament and a pair of cold eyes made the people around her dare not approach, and she pulled out her sword and saw that she was about to strike.

At this time, a shallow peach-colored streamer in Fan Yunmo's hand cut out of the moon arc, stagnating the void in front of him, and the nine immortal sword bodies trembled slightly while pausing for a moment before turning around and leaving spiritually.

He didn't wait for his own shot, and Mo Li Jian was already protecting himself.

Scene after scene.

In just the blink of an eye, something happened that made countless people who wanted to test joining the Sword Sect feel extremely envious, and even the male disciple who led the way for Fan Yunmo couldn't help but praise:

"Good sword!" All junior brothers are worthy of being Yunling demon, they are really good qualifications! When

he saw Mo Li Sword, his eyes couldn't help but shine, looking at the nine immortal swords containing spirituality, and the resonant sense of loss made many sword cultivators present marvel at Fan Yunmo.

However, Fan Yunmo was taken aback by his words, and thought that he was saying that he was "so cheap", until Mo Li Jian lay back in the scabbard again, he reacted and said his own peach blossom wood sword.

Fan Yunmo hurriedly said modestly, "Senior brother is false." "

..........

As early as a few days ago, Fan Yunmo decided to come to the Sword Sect to catch up, thinking that the more the Sword Sect test went to the back, the closer it was to the end, there should be fewer and fewer people, but he still thought wrong.

The old does not go, the new does not come.

In the past few days, the flow of people to the Sword Sect has not decreased, but the cultivators and mortals who have come to admire it are endless.

At the moment, Fan Yunmo felt that it was better to choose the day than to hit the sun, so he rushed to the Sword Sect today, so as not to delay time again and again, and finally dragged Yan Xueli's immortal sword away.

Now.

Seeing that he was modest, the male disciple who led the way shook his head and smiled: "Junior Brother does not have to be modest, just happened to pass by to cause the resonance of the nine test immortal swords, fighting, there have only been twelve people in the Sword Sect throughout the ages, counting you as Junior Brother, you are the thirteenth person known by my Sword Sect."

At this time, Fan Yunmo suddenly realized.

It turned out that the nine immortal swords inserted in the ground were used to test a person's qualifications, as long as they could cause the more immortal swords resonated, the higher a person's qualifications would be confirmed.

It is a pity that from morning to noon, there are many that can resonate with three immortal swords, but there are only a few and few that can resonate with more than three immortal swords.

"Junior Brother, you have arrogant strength, this is a fact."

Vignette past.

Everyone who was still in a low mood, seeing Fan Yunmo, who was younger than himself, could resonate with the nine immortal swords, first casting envious and jealous eyes, and then achieving an inspiring effect.

At this moment, there was a little sound of ear exchange in the crowd.

"This man is destined for an extraordinary future."

"Which family's genius is he?"

"I haven't seen it, but Fang Cai's senior brother of the Sword Sect called him a junior brother, could it be.......... But that's not right, all the demons are people from the Yunling Sect, but they are not disciples of the Sword Sect. "

Some people are secretly guessing the identity of Fan Yunmo, after all, those who can resonate with the nine immortal swords, let alone geniuses in the Sword Sect, it is only a matter of time before they enter the Heavenly Spring Realm, and it is also the lowest grade achievement.

Yet reality is cruel and fantasy is beautiful.

When it was their turn, it was a ruthless round of "unqualified".

At this time.

As the disciples led the way, they went farther and farther.

Fan Yunmo suddenly stopped and looked back at Yan Xueli who was still in the team worriedly, for fear that she would cause trouble, but Fan Yunmo's worries were actually too worried.

Yan Xueli's delicate face hidden under the veil is as cold as frost, not arrogant or impetuous, and her cold appearance outside is like a snowy peak, refusing the feeling of thousands of miles away, and can only be viewed from afar and not profane.

Unexpected peace and security.

Seeing this, Fan Yunmo was also relieved.

Previously, he also wanted to let Yan Xueli come together, but it was clearly stipulated that only the holder of the order was valid, and the holder must also be the recipient of the regular rules at the exchange meeting.

"Tweet"

The little fox shouted at Yan Xueli a few times, stood on Fan Yunmo's head and patted his chest, indicating that he could take care of him.

Although I don't like her very much, I have some feelings after getting along for many days.

As if sensing the gentle gaze, the cold Yan Xueli turned his head, and the cold eyes that were not happy and sad were arrogant, cold, and standing, but the invincible snow mountain melted the ice and snow at this moment, and nodded towards Fan Yunmo.

In an instant, the men around were attracted.

Although Yan Xueli has covered the lower half of her face, it is precisely this that will make people think infinitely, not to mention her outstanding body, even if it is wrapped thickly, it is still attractive.

It is inexplicable to give rise to a desire to conquer and want to reach the top.

The eyes like wolves everywhere made Yan Xueli's bright eyes slightly angry, despising everyone, like an emperor girl who was high above, and her eyes concealed endless murderous intent.

.........

Not long after Fan Yunmo left, he saw a familiar face in his way, the one who wanted to tell him what a strong man was.

As a result, Ye Yan lost at the exchange meeting and failed to advance to the final.

"Fan Yunmo!"

Mo Wan saw him gritting his teeth, but remembering his current strength, he could only say unwilling to lag behind: "I will catch up with you, and then we will fight again!" "Good

." Fan Yunmo smiled lightly and did not refuse.

As for when, that's not certain.

Mo Wan retracted his thoughts and bowed respectfully to the disciple who led the way, "Senior brother, Master asked me to lead Fan Yunmo to the Sword Peak Spirit Tomb.

"Yes?" He smiled: "Junior Brother Mo, then it's up to you next, I'll return to the martial arts arena first, don't embarrass Junior Brother on the way."

Hearing him say this, Mo Wan looked panicked and said, "Okay, okay, senior brother."

Fan Yunmo squinted, feeling that he had found something interesting.

After the senior brother left, Mo Wan, who got up, saw Fan Yunmo who looked at him again, and immediately panicked, coughed lightly to hide his embarrassment, and led the way in front, while saying: "Our Sword Sect pays attention to generation, except for the Holy Son, no matter what the cultivation is, the senior brother is the senior brother, the senior brother is the senior brother, regardless of you and me, everything is as you like." Fan

Yunmo raised his eyebrows behind his head, daring to feel that he was a child who was afraid of elders, so he asked with some curiosity: "Dare to ask Senior Brother Demon, how old is the youngest junior brother of your Sword Sect?"

His words "Demon Senior Brother" made Mo Wan tilt his neck a little flutteringly, and replied in a trance: "The youngest junior disciple in the sect is me, and now you come to our Sword Sect to practice the method with a question order, then you can also be considered half a disciple of our Sword Sect, and naturally the smallest person is you." Fan

Yunmo: "..............." "Speaking of which, whether it is in his own sect or in the Sword Sect, he is the youngest.

Walk through the wonderland of various bell lingyu shows.

The disciples of the Sword Sect who passed by all smiled and greeted Fan Yunmo in a friendly manner, while some looked at him curiously from a distance.

After all, it was really incredible that he could be able to tie with Senior Brother Zihuangjun at only thirteen years, even if it was their genius junior disciple Mowan, who met once in a hundred years, if he did not have more than ten years to grow, he would not be able to defeat Senior Brother Zihuangjun at all.

The road was unimpeded, the Sword Sect was in the mist of immortals, and the only difference from the Yunling Sect was that there were two iconic peaks filled with immortal swords.