Chapter 62 Choice
Chapter 62 Choice
Inside the Divine Sword Hall.
"Uncle Master, could it be that you are seeing things?"
Guiyi Peak Master Yang Hanliang said.
In the Divine Sword Sect, apart from the great master uncle, how could there be another person who possesses the True Image level of sword intent?
Everyone else present agreed with this.
After all, this great-grandmaster, to be honest, has a bit of a cynical and old-fashioned personality. Maybe it's because he has lived too long. Anyway, he is not easy to get along with.
"Although I am old, my mind is still clear. How could that person escape from me?"
The bald, white-haired old man puffed his beard and glared.
Yang Hanliang, the master of Guiyi Peak, didn't dare to say anything more.
"Forget it. It's useless to ask you. I will find him myself. As long as he is really a member of my Divine Sword Sect, he will definitely not escape my eyes."
The bald, white-haired old man waved his hand, then stood up and walked out of the hall.
Everyone present looked at each other.
Just as the bald, white-haired old man reached the entrance of the hall, he stopped.
"Look at my memory. I almost forgot something important. It's the 200th birthday of the Grand Empress Dowager. You should select a young disciple with outstanding comprehension, talent and cultivation to accompany me to Yujing to celebrate the birthday. Remember, the more outstanding the better. I don't want to lose face."
After saying that, he left directly.
After hearing this, the senior members of the Divine Sword Sect present took it very seriously and did not dare to delay and immediately began to discuss it.
"The true teachings cannot leave the Divine Sword Sect, so we can only choose from the inner disciples who were matched with the Divine Sword before."
Feng Shaoyu, the leader of the Divine Sword Sect, said, "It's time to choose one from the three. Who do you think should be sent?"
"Master, my disciple Chang Xiaoyao has achieved the Xiantian realm for more than two years and is not far from the middle stage. He has made rapid progress in his comprehension of sword intent. I think he is the most suitable."
Yun Lei, the master of Dishui Peak, spoke.
"Master Yunfeng, you can't say that. What my uncle-master said was that his comprehension and talent were extraordinary. This shows that comprehension is the most important. My disciple Ji Ming comprehended the sword intent several months earlier than Chang Xiaoyao, and he has also broken through to the innate realm. More importantly, he is not even 25 years old."
Wu Qu Peak Master Xie Tiancheng said proudly.
"So what? Can he defeat my disciple?"
Yun Lei, the master of Dishui Peak, said calmly.
"you"
Wu Qu Peak Master Xie Tiancheng snorted coldly.
Given the gap in sword intent and cultivation, both of them were matched with divine swords, so his disciple was naturally no match.
"Master Yun, Master Xie, have you forgotten about Old Ghost Zhou? His disciples also matched the divine sword, and they are at the innate realm, and their sword skills are not bad at all."
The fat old man said with a smile.
"How can a divine sword that was matched by luck be compared with my disciple's?"
Xie Tiancheng said disapprovingly.
"Okay, stop arguing, gather the three people and let the uncle-master choose for himself."
Feng Shaoyu, the leader of the Divine Sword Sect, had a headache.
Those three disciples were indeed very outstanding.
Even for Zhou Buping's disciple, it might be due to luck that he was matched with the divine sword, but isn't luck also a part of strength?
What's more, he comprehended the sword intent before he reached the innate realm, broke through to the innate realm within three years, and finally matched the divine sword. Everything shows that this disciple is good enough.
It's still dark.
A clear bell sounded above the Divine Sword Gate.
On the top of a pavilion on a mountain path, a bald, white-haired old man was sleeping soundly, with a jar of wine next to him.
Suddenly, his body trembled and he sat up as if by reflex.
He rubbed his face violently with both hands.
"Bell?"
He couldn't help but think of the strange bell sound that attacked his mental consciousness last night.
“It’s a bit similar, but also seems different.”
He quickly got up, moved his body, and flew into the air, flying away into the distance.
After ringing the bell, Li Qian began to practice the Wuxin Sword Technique.
Suddenly, he felt a hidden gaze, as if observing him.
It should be that powerful celestial being.
Li Qian pretended not to notice and continued practicing sword slowly.
Moreover, he reduced the degree of Qi circulation to the initial stage of Qi realm.
The magical weapon Chen Zhong has the effect of shielding and weakening all of its own aura, so it is naturally easy to do this.
If he hadn't happened to be breaking through last night and caused a lot of noise, that celestial being would definitely not have noticed him.
On a tree hundreds of meters away from the Chenzhong Tower.
The bald, white-haired old man crossed his arms across his chest, and from time to time he commented on Li Qian's sword practice, "Well, this sword practice is not bad, and the cultivation is also good. I wonder who is his disciple?"
Suddenly, he looked to the other side of the bell tower and saw Zhou Buping walking down with his hands behind his back.
"Hey, is he this boy's disciple? No wonder his swordsmanship looks familiar."
"I didn't expect that after not coming back for so many years, this kid actually found a suitable disciple."
So he turned and flew away.
After feeling that the gaze had disappeared, Li Qian continued to practice normally.
I'm in a very happy mood.
He was the one who ran away from the celestial being, even though the celestial being didn't use his full strength.
The fact that he was able to run away shows that his strength is not weak.
Moreover, the sword intent of that celestial being is obviously at the true image level.
Doesn't this mean that his sword intent is already extremely strong?
"The sword power is comparable to that of a god, but my cultivation has not kept up. It seems I need to improve it in the future."
Li Qian thought to himself.
It's time.
Just after ringing the bell and preparing to practice, Li Qian's master came back from the foot of the mountain.
"Li Qian, hurry up and follow me to the Divine Sword Hall."
Master Zhou Buping shouted from outside the bell tower.
"Master, what's the matter?"
Li Qian jumped down from the bell tower and asked curiously.
"Of course it's a good thing. The celestial being of my Divine Sword Sect is going to take an inner disciple to Yujing to celebrate the birthday of the Grand Empress Dowager. The choice will be from among the three of you inner disciples who have been matched with the Divine Sword. Disciple, you must perform well and strive for the opportunity to go to Yujing. That way you can broaden your horizons and have the opportunity to meet the talented disciples of various sects."
Master Zhou Buping said.
It was also the first time that he saw the sword master. If Li Qian could be selected, it would mean that his disciple would be able to enter the master's sight in advance, which would be more beneficial for his future martial arts practice.
"What good thing is this?"
Li Qian pursed his lips slightly. He hated showing up in big scenes the most.
He is a bit socially anxious.
Divine Sword Hall.
It was the first time for Li Qian to enter the central area of the Divine Sword Sect.
Normally, those who are qualified to enter here are basically the first-level sword masters who are the true disciples of the elders and peak masters. As for other inner disciples, they have no such qualifications at all.
Li Qian unexpectedly discovered that there were two other inner disciples.
They were all the divine swords that were matched in the sword tomb last time.
When the two inner disciples saw Li Qian arriving, they both showed a provocative tone.
However, the hostility between the two seems to be stronger.
Looking at the large group of Divine Sword Sect bosses in the hall, Li Qian was calm and composed.
Moreover, he vaguely felt that a pair of eyes were observing him.
But he didn't care either.
He usually uses the Chen Bell to disguise his own breath, and it has long become an instinctive habit of his body.
At the back of the hall, a bald old man with white hair was observing the three inner disciples who were matched with the magic sword.
"Hey, they're all about the same, why isn't there anything better?"
He muttered to himself.
"Master uncle, has anyone chosen yet?"
Feng Shaoyu, the leader of the Divine Sword Sect who was standing nearby, couldn't help but ask.
"The one on the left."
The bald, white-haired old man said.
"Uncle Master, how did you choose?"
Feng Shaoyu, the leader of the Divine Sword Sect, asked curiously.
"The one in the middle is too proud and confident. I'm afraid he'll be hit if I take him to Yujing. The one on the right lacks pride and confidence, has no fighting spirit, and seems too lazy. The one on the left is obviously strong-willed and not easily shocked by honor or disgrace. He should be able to go further in martial arts."
The bald, white-haired old man commented.
"Master Uncle chose Chang Xiaoyao from Dishui Peak, so let him follow Master Uncle to Yujing."
The leader of the Divine Sword Sect said.
So he walked out and said, "Chang Xiaoyao stays, Ji Ming and Li Qian go back."
"Master, how is this disciple inferior to Senior Brother Chang?"
The proud young man Ji Ming asked with his neck tilted back.
"Ji Ming, you are not bad, but my uncle-master chose Chang Xiaoyao for a reason."
Feng Shaoyu, the leader of the Divine Sword Sect, said in a gentle tone.
"Ji Ming, get out quickly."
Ji Ming's master, Wu Qu Peak Master Xie Tiancheng, said hurriedly.
He knew his own disciple's character, that he was too proud and overconfident, and was afraid that he might anger his uncle-master who had a weird temper if he acted on impulse.
"Yes, the disciple retire."
Ji Ming was not stupid and he immediately realized that he had been rude.
So he bowed, turned around and left the Sword Hall reluctantly.
Not selected?
Li Qian breathed a sigh of relief.
It seems that I disguised myself well, and the celestial being did not notice anything unusual about me.
(End of this chapter)