Chapter 234：

"So it is."

He was a little weird earlier:

Wang's Feijian breeding method can only take effect once in a lifetime. Shouldn't it be that the higher the realm, the better it is to climb the Sword Mountain?

Now it seems that it is to climb the sword mountain, there is a limit to the cultivation base, and it can only be before the supernatural power realm.

"Boom!" "Boom!"

When the two were talking, they were still driving the light to escape quickly, and they quickly approached the Qianzhang Sword Mountain.

"King Daozi broke the army and met all the elders."

Wang Pojun stopped escaping, stood in mid-air, with a straight body, facing the many figures in the sea of ​​​​clouds of sword energy, dignified, and said solemnly:

"Young Master Chen's has arrived, it's time to open Jianshan!"

Above the clouds, a deep voice came:

"Daozi doesn't need to be more polite, and when you come up to the cloud, the sword mountain will open immediately."

"This……"

Wang Pojun hesitated for a moment, but responded:

"If I want to stay below, I won't be on the cloud."

As soon as this statement came out:

Above the clouds, there was a moment of silence.

Wang Pojun is the honor of Daozi, and his status is still above most of the great powers present. According to the rules, he cannot stay below and mix with many ordinary clansmen.

However, now that he has spoken, it is not easy for many Wang clan experts to refute his face.

"Then follow Daozi's will."

Finally, the deep voice spoke slowly.

"Thanks to the patriarch."

Wang Pojun bowed slightly, and after paying a salute, he gestured to Chen Qingyu with his eyes, and landed in front of Jianshan together.

"Brother Wang, thank you."

Chen Qingyu smiled at him.

He could see that Wang Pojun deliberately stayed below because he wanted to take care of his emotions.

"Just a little thing."

Wang Pojun whispered:

"Brother Chen, pay attention! Jianshan is about to open!"

Hearing his words, Chen Qingyu's expression changed, and he looked at Jianshan subconsciously.

Next moment:

"Today is the opening of Sword Mountain!"

Above the sky, the deep voice suddenly became as grand as thunder, causing the sea of ​​clouds to churn.

Immediately after:

The Qianzhangjian Mountain suddenly bloomed with brilliance, obscuring the sun in the sky!

Looking carefully, the layers of Zhan Zhan Guanghua are actually composed of sword lights that are incomparably broken and intertwined with each other!

"This is……"

Chen Qingyu recognized it carefully, and his heart moved slightly:

"This is quite similar to the holy king sword formation on the top of Tianjian Mountain back then?"

"It seems that this Sword Mountain is not simply a place for trials, it must have other uses."

Thinking so in his heart, he saw the sword light surging in the sky, falling like rain, falling into the sword mountain, and disappearing.

A faint brilliance rose from the bottom of Jianshan Mountain, and the mountain protection formation in the distance shook slightly.

"Jianshan has opened!"

Another old voice resounded above the clouds:

"Where is the first climber today?"

In front of Jianshan, a big bearded man with a nervous expression took a step forward and said respectfully:

"Junior Wang Haodong is here."

From the sky, two words, neither light nor heavy, came:

"Climbing!"

"Yes!"

The bearded man responded, straightened his body immediately, took a deep breath, and set foot on the stone steps of Jianshan Mountain.

The stone steps road goes straight up, all the way to the top of Jianshan Mountain.

Under the unblinking gazes of hundreds of thousands of people—

The bearded man stepped up the stairs step by step, climbing higher and higher, and soon reached the mountainside of Jianshan.

"drink!"

At this time, he gave a low voice, flipped his hand, took out his own flying sword, and began to practice his swordsmanship one by one.

"Brother Chen, did you see it?"

Wang Pojun quietly said:

"Look at the position he chooses, it's all very particular..."

Chapter 278 The heart disease self-needs medicine doctor Chen Qingyu's expression changed, showing a look of interest:

"Brother Wang, please elaborate."

Wang Pojun heard the words and continued his voice transmission:

"Brother Chen can also see that the higher the Jianshan Mountain, the smaller the area, and the stronger the remaining flying swords!"

"And above Sword Mountain, you can't use the power of True Astral, and you can't use any magical methods."

"The only thing that can be used is the sword intent and sword moves!"

"And pure sword intent, the range of influence is actually limited, so choosing the right position is very critical."

When Chen Qingyu heard the words, he understood.

When there is only one chance to practice sword intent, climbers must first have a clear position on their own level, in order to truly attract the most suitable flying swords.

If the height is too low, lower than the level of your own swordsmanship, although there are many flying swords attracted, they are all "vulgar fans", which are unsightly;

If the height is too high and exceeds his own kendo level, the "cold" tyrannical flying sword will not answer at all, and he can only return empty-handed, wanting to cry without tears;

"Brother Chen..."

Wang Pojun hesitated for a moment, but still whispered:

"When you climb the mountain, still... try not to go too high."

Chen Qingyu smiled and was noncommittal.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Wang Pojun thought he had agreed, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

In all fairness:

He knew a little about the plan of the upper management, but as a friend, he didn't want to see Chen Shaojun lose face here and make a joke.

Time goes on:

Above the sword mountain, the bearded man showed sword intent for a long time, but he did not even attract a flying sword.

There were only a few flying swords, and they moved lazily, as if they didn't like his sword intent, and they didn't even mean to fly.

"This……"

The face of the bearded man turned blue and white, and the veins on his forehead jumped.

He was anxious in his heart, and vigorously urged his sword intent, trying to attract a "blind" flying sword to look at him.

"All right!"

Above the sky, the old voice said coldly:

"Go down! You have failed!"

"My generation of sword cultivators requires a clear mind of the sword. The first step is to weigh the sword of oneself, its sharp edge geometry!"

"You don't even know how much you weigh yourself, so what kind of sword do you build?"

The face of the bearded man turned pale in an instant, his body swayed, his face slumped, but he could only go down the mountain step by step, lost in spirit, and his steps were staggering.

As soon as the elder's concluding remarks came out, his life was over, and in the future he could only be in a daze, be an ordinary clansman, and pin his hopes on his children.

The once triumphant spring breeze has now turned into bitterness.

"..."

The first climber didn't get off to a good start, which made the hundreds of thousands of Wang's children who were watching around couldn't help but whisper.

After the bearded man finally came down the mountain:

"Where's the next climber?"

That old voice continued to sound in the sky.

"Junior Wang Haoming is here!"

A Wang clan's disciple dressed as a young son, immediately shouted, walked calmly, and climbed the Jianshan Mountain.

After a moment:

He stopped near the middle of the mountain and displayed his sword intent.

After a few breaths, there were seven or eight flying swords around, and they flew out one after another, circling and dancing around him.

Seeing this, the young man was slightly overjoyed, but his movements were not chaotic at all, and he continued to practice sword intent.

After a moment:

He chose the one that matched his sword intent the most strongly, with a smile on his face, he brought the flying sword into his hand.

"Buzz!"

Feijian let out a buzzing sound, turned into a stream of light, submerged into his body, and disappeared.

And the remaining many flying swords, after circling again, returned to the original "lying" place and stopped moving.

"not bad!"

The old voice in the sky showed a hint of satisfaction:

"Go down."

The young man gave a respectful salute, looked happy, and walked down the mountain briskly.

"Next person……"

After he came down the mountain, the old voice spoke again, and it was another young child of the Wang family who climbed up Jianshan.

And on top of the cloud:

Numerous powerful people, sorted by status, sat cross-legged on the cloud bed.

At the center of many powers are the contemporary patriarch of the Liangshan Wang clan, as well as a dozen elders.

Although they were overlooking the mountaineering, they could find that their attention was almost entirely on Chen Shaojun.

"Patriarch..."

An elder of the Wang clan showed a hint of hesitation:

"I'm afraid it's not good for us to do this?"