Chapter 183

The disciples were either overjoyed or dejected. Naturally, some were happy and some were worried. Some powerful disciples directly grabbed dozens of spirit stones, and even several third-level spirit stones.

And some people with poor strength and bad luck have only one or two low-level spirit stones in their hands, smiling wryly without tears.

Bai Xiaochun was one of them, his strength was not considered strong, before he rushed forward, he was punched out by several disciples who had perfected the refinement realm, but he didn't even grab a single low-level spirit stone.

Lin Yi held twenty third-level spirit stones in his hand, walked over directly, and handed the spirit stones to Bai Xiaochun, "Brother Bai, just now I borrowed the sword to use it, I should return the gift!"

Bai Xiaochun was obviously taken aback, looked at the handful of third-level spirit stones, dazzled, "Master...junior brother, there are too many of these, I only need one!" Bai Xiaochun didn't expect Lin Yi to actually Being so generous, he directly took out twenty third-level spirit stones. You must know that other disciples can grab one or two third-level spirit stones at most.

The eyeballs of the disciples almost popped out. This guy actually snatched so many third-level spirit stones, and gave them to Bai Xiaochun after changing hands. If I had known, I should have lent the sword to Lin Yi just now.

"Take it!" Lin Yi smiled slightly, and forcibly stuffed the spirit stones to Bai Xiaochun. He had already taken the fourth-level spirit stones, but he didn't pay much attention to the third-level spirit stones, and now the auction house has also helped him collect them. A large number of spirit stones are not lacking.

The disciples were whispering and asking each other if they were lucky enough to get the fourth-level spirit stones, but judging from their faces, it was obvious that they were not very good-looking, because all the fourth-level spirit stones had been taken by Lin Lin. Easy to pocket.

After receiving the rewards for the first floor, the disciples began to climb to the second floor, but Ying Tianzhao walked over from the side, with a strange smile on his face, and whispered: "You bastard, you are fast enough! Yes!"

"Sure enough, I can't hide it from the elder!" Lin Yi chuckled.

Outside the main hall on the second floor, all the disciples gathered together, and there was a din of voices.

This time the test is related to the way of the sword.

Outside the gate of the main hall, there is a sword formation. There are nine huge ancient swords. They are inserted vertically on a stone platform, exuding an aura from ancient times, crushing everything.

These ancient swords are not ordinary. The masters in their lifetime were all sword masters. Although they are not at the level of a sword master, they are not far behind. There is a heroic soul hidden in the sword body, so they have an extremely sensitive sense of the sword.

The rules of the test are relatively simple. Use the Zongmen's special sword and use the strongest kendo in this sword formation. If you can trigger more than five ancient sword sword cries, you can pass the test.

Although the rules are simple, it is definitely not easy to achieve!

At least, the five disciples who had just gone up were all defeated. They danced a hundred swords in the sword formation, sweating profusely, but their best result was only four sword sounds.

Among them, Bai Xiaochun's kendo was the worst, causing only three sword cries.

So difficult!

The rest of the disciples also had beads of sweat streaming down their brows, only Wang Dong and Wu Yan were more relaxed.

"I'm coming!" The sixth disciple was a middle-aged man in his thirties. He rushed up, took the sword of the sect, and then swung it domineeringly. The way of the sword was quite fierce, shaking the stone platform Slightly.

One ring, two rings...

After dozens of swords, finally four swords sounded.

And the most crucial fifth sword cry has yet to come out.

The man was also a little anxious. With a roar, he tried his best, like a tiger and a leopard, and practiced the mighty swordsmanship to the limit. Finally, after dozens of swords, the fifth sword cry finally resounded impressively.

The man breathed a sigh of relief, put down his sword, and was so tired that he almost collapsed on the spot.

All the disciples exclaimed in unison, "Amazing!"

"Five swords, passed the test!"

Then, ten more disciples were eager to try and challenged each other on the stage. This time, there were three more disciples who caused five sword cries.

Next, Uyan.

The disciples immediately held their breath and concentrated, not daring to speak loudly. Wu Yan has the strength of Qi, even if he is overwhelmed by Wang Dong every year, he still has a very strong swordsmanship, there is no doubt about it.

Wu Yan jumped onto the challenge platform, picked up the sword, his black body gradually gathered his breath, he didn't rush to make a move, but observed for a while, and suddenly the sword moved.

The first sword, the tyrannical way of the sword, triggered a sword cry.

Another two swords, the cry of an ancient sword!

After the seven swords, there are already four swords.

The disciples were dumbfounded, Wu Yan's swordsmanship was far beyond their expectations, so strong!

The eighth sword, the ninth sword, the tenth sword...

The shaking of this sword suddenly restrained all the sword energy released before, as if condensed into a killer weapon, suppressing this sword array, and the fifth sword cry sounded directly!

Everyone gasped, and even the elders looked at each other in disbelief.

Ten swords caused the cries of five ancient swords. This kind of strength can be regarded as super strong in the sword competitions over the years.

This Wu Yan usually kept a low profile, except for cultivation, he did not expect to be promoted to such a state silently.

Wu Yan didn't say anything, and walked down the stone platform with an indifferent face.

At the same time, he passed by Wang Dong.

A strange look flashed across the eyes of the two of them at the same time!

Wang Dong, come on stage!

Everyone held their breath again, not daring to breathe.

Wu Yan used ten swords to trigger five sword cries, and Wang Dong was obviously stronger.

Wang Dong took a deep breath, took the sword, observed it for a while, and then made a sure move, a sword, and a sword sound!

Two swords, three swords...

Wang Dong was almost exactly the same as Wu Yan. At the seventh strike, four sword cries had already been triggered, and the tenth strike, as expected, triggered the fifth sword cries.

However, Wang Dong's sword didn't stop, he continued to swing, and raised his kendo to another level. After ten sword strikes, the sixth cry of the ancient sword resounded suddenly, making all the disciples restless.

The sixth way, Jianming!

And Wang Dong was still swinging his sword, it seemed that he was trying to hit a limit, and finally after fifty swords, he slashed out the seventh sword cry!

In an instant, everyone turned pale.

After the sword cry, Wang Dong also stopped. He had already tried his best, and if he continued to use it, it was impossible to trigger the eighth sword cry.

This achievement still makes all the disciples look up to it, and the elders are horrified!

As expected, he has been a great disciple for five consecutive years.

But, is Wuyan necessarily weak?

Apparently, the disciples also had some doubts. Wang moved all his strength to trigger seven sword cries, but Wu Yan didn't exert all his strength, but stopped abruptly when he triggered the fifth sword cries.

Wang Dong likes to show off, but Wu Yan only hides his strength in order to pass the test.

Just as the disciples were immersed in the miracle created by these two, a figure in black had slowly stepped onto the challenge platform.

Although Lin Yi's steps were slow and steady, he took out the sweat-smelling long sword with his right hand, frowned slightly, and said in his heart: Don't use all your strength, just pass the test, low-key! low key!