"Let me use your sword. (Biqiwu's Pinyin)" Zhang Ruochen said.

Mujiji had already gone through the ancient **** mountain last month, so he would not go there today.

He took off a blue sword on his back and handed it to Zhang Ruochen.

"Wow!"

Zhang Ruochen pulled out the sword, and suddenly, the blue sword light emanated from the scabbard, with a sharp fluctuation of the sword gas.

"Tenth-tier real martial arts treasures can be used."

Zhang Ruochen took the sword back into the scabbard, and took the hurried steps to the foot of the first heavy mountain.

He looked forward and saw that there was a smooth blue stone wall in front of him, with densely carved text on it.

It is said that only when he reaches the semi-sacred realm is he qualified to leave a word on the stone wall of the first mountain.

Each word contains the semi-holy Kendo idea, which has been integrated into the entire ancient **** mountain.

Zhang Ruochen's eyes fell on one of the "Dao" characters.

"Wow!"

The word "Dao" emerged in white brilliance, fell off the stone wall, turned into a translucent middle-aged Taoist priest, and flew down in front of Zhang Ruochen.

"Beat me, you can pass the first level."

Without giving Zhang Ruochen much time to think, the middle-aged priest stretched out a hand and grabbed the void. The next moment, a three-foot sword was condensed in his hands.

The middle-aged Taoist stepped out sixteen steps in succession and turned them into sixteen figures. At the same time, a sword stabbed and struck Zhang Ruochen's whole body at sixteen key points.

Zhang Ruochen seemed quite calm. He closed his eyes and snorted, pulled out the blue sword, turned his arms, and stabbed his back with his backhand. The sharp sword edge penetrates the heart of the middle-aged Taoist priest accurately.

From beginning to end, Zhang Ruochen's footsteps didn't move, and his movements seemed to flow.

The body of the middle-aged Taoist priest immediately turned into a ray of white brilliance, flew back to the stone wall, and re-formed into a word "Tao".

"Simply passed the first pass of the first heavy mountain?"

Zhang Ruochen smiled slightly, opened his eyes and looked around. Many of the disciples were still fighting the translucent figure.

Most of them ended in failure.

Only a few people defeated the translucent silhouette and passed the first pass of the first mountain.

Han Yan and Pang Long both successfully passed the first pass, but Hua Hualiu ended in failure.

At the foot of the first heavy mountain, the monk ’s Kendo practice was tested. Obviously, Xiu Hualiu ’s kendo practice is still not far behind Han Yan and Pang Long.

Zhang Ruochen boarded a steep mountain road and headed towards the mountainside.

Han Zheng has always been following Zhang Ruochen. When he saw the figure of Zhang Ruochen in front of him, he immediately cast his body, quickly chased him up, and fell to Zhang Ruochen's side. He said: "I never thought that your kendo practice was so powerful. With one move, the gatekeepers will be defeated. "

Zhang Ruochen looked calm and stared at her, saying, "It's just the first pass of the first mountain. There is nothing remarkable."

Han Yan's beauty is very bright, with clear black and white, long and curly eyelashes, and smiled sweetly: "When you say that, it's not like your character."

"Oh?" Zhang Ruochen said.

"In the past, you didn't understand anything about modesty. You look at me, and it's not as clear as it is now." Han Yan's red lips were extremely crystal clear, creating a charming arc.

Zhang Ruochen asked, "At that time, what was my look?"

"At that time, your eyes were full of wicked light, and I can't wait to take off my clothes." Han Yan said without any embarrassment.

Zhang Ruochen wasn't the first time to see Han Yan, and she knew her personality quite well, so it is not surprising that the way she spoke would be so bold.

"Lin Yue, I feel like you are possessed by a ghost and completely become another person. That person makes me feel very familiar but strange."

Han Yan's pretty face has a hint of provocative expression, bright beautiful eyes, staring at Zhang Ruochen's eyes tightly, wanting to see if his eyes will change.

"Just treat me as a ghost!"

Zhang Ruochen showed his body style, slammed forward, and rushed forward, leaving a series of silhouettes on the mountain road.

Han Zheng stared at Lin Yue's back, and her crystal red lips froze slightly. She said to herself: "It's really too much. How can two people's temperament look like this? Is that guy really Borrowed? "

The mountainside of the first heavy mountain is located at an altitude of four kilometers, surrounded by steep cliffs. If it accidentally falls, even a monk in the Yulong Realm will have to be seriously injured.

On the cliff wall, a thick iron pillar with a bucket drove out a 30-foot-long iron bridge, which stretched out and ran across the sky.

Zhang Ruochen walked along one of the iron pillars to the mid-air position and glanced down. The body of the saint disciple under the mountain was smaller than an ant. If it falls, you can imagine how terrible it is.

At the end of each iron pillar, there is a wooden attic, a vermilion pillar, and a golden glazed tile.

After waiting for a while, a saintly disciple of the fifth change of Yulong came out from the inside. This person didn't seem to pass the second level, and sighed, and went down the mountain.

Zhang Ruochen opened the door and walked into the attic.

In the attic, a picture hung on the wall directly in front of a woman in a white robe was dancing a sword.

The woman in the painting is very beautiful, giving a fresh and refined feeling.

Suddenly, the woman on the scroll actually moved. She stepped seven times in a row, and the sword in her hand changed twelve times.

Only for a moment, the woman on the scroll stopped, and became still again.

Is that really a painting?

In the attic, a woman's voice sounded, as if it came out of the painting, "In an hour, restore the sword move just now, at least to the level of Xiaocheng, pass this pass."

Zhang Ruochen showed an astonished expression, stretched out two fingers, and stroked it gently on the scroll, "a bit interesting."

Just now, when he touched it, naturally he didn't want to blaspheme the woman in the painting, but he wanted to confirm whether the painting was a treasure of space.

In fact, the painting is not a treasure of space.

According to Zhang Ruochen's speculation, it should be a sacred soul of a sacred spirit, attached to the scroll, and integrated with the ink to form such a phenomenal phenomenon.

Just now, the woman on the scroll showed one of the tricks of a set of ghost-grade swordsmanship.

Not only do you have to write down the steps and gestures of the sword strokes, but you also need to analyze how the Qi moves. The most important point is that you must practice the sword strokes to Xiaocheng within an hour.

This level tests the understanding of monks.

For other monks of Yulongjing, it is estimated that even the women's moves in the painting can't see clearly. It is very difficult for them to learn the sword tricks and practice to the small realm.

However, it is not too difficult for Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen sat on the ground, in his mind, using the heart of the sword to simulate the sword strokes displayed by the woman in the painting just now, breaking down the footwork and gestures, and then practicing in the sea of ​​gas.

It only took half a column of incense time, Zhang Ruochen successfully practiced sword recruiting, reaching the level of Xiaocheng.

He rehearsed his sword, and a woman's voice sounded again in the painting: "Second pass, pass."

Zhang Ruochen turned to go out of the attic, but suddenly stopped.

In his eyes, there was a flash of light, and he decided to test it.

Then, his hand was pressed on the hilt of the sword, and the blue sword was pulled out like lightning. He was full of vitality, his toes flew off the ground, and a sword pierced the picture on the wall.

"Bold."

Suddenly, a strong white brilliance emerged from the scroll.

The figure of a woman wearing a white robe rushed out of the picture like a ghost. She also stabbed quickly with a sword, bursting out more than a hundred sword gases, and hit Zhang Ruochen's body.

"Oh!"

Zhang Ruochen smashed open the gate of the attic, flew out, crossed the iron bridge, and slammed his back against the steep stone wall, leaving a human-shaped gravure.

Afterwards, his body slipped down the narrow mountain road, staring with suspicion at the attic suspended in the air.

The intense white brilliance quickly converged and returned to the painting.

An icy female voice came out of the attic, saying: "I miss you as a first offender, forgive you once. If there is next time, directly leave to the execution court."

Zhang Ruochen looked at his arm, his sleeve was completely broken, revealing a smooth arm.

"Good swordsmanship," Zhang Ruochen muttered to himself.

In the scene just now, all the saints on the mountainside were shocked.

The eyes of everyone looked at Zhang Ruochen, wondering what he had encountered?

Han Zheng walked over, glanced at the attic hanging in the air, and asked in amazement: "What's wrong?"

Zhang Ruochen took the blue sword back into the scabbard and looked extremely calm. "I want to try to see if the painting is offensive, so I stabbed it at the sword, and that's it."

On the mountainside, everyone was stunned, astonished that their chins would fall to the ground.

Han Yan also stunned for a moment, then, he laughed, and said, "Dare you dare to give a sword to the gatekeeper? I really look at you. As for your behavior that breaks the rules, the gatekeeper definitely does not Will let you pass this level. "

"But I have passed."

After speaking, Zhang Ruochen did not return his head, and continued along the narrow mountain road to the top of the first heavy mountain.

All the disciples at the mountainside suddenly looked like petrified, staring at the back of Zhang Ruochen inconceivably.

"He actually passed the second pass of the first heavy mountain?"

"How could it be so fast, I remember, he only entered the attic half the time."

"Why didn't you know that Liang Yizong still had such a powerful character?"

Pang Long seemed to be struck by lightning. His eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at Zhang Ruochen's distant figure. He kept saying, "Lin Yue only has adventures to have the current strength. How can his perception be so High? Impossible ... must be impossible ... "

Whether they believe or not, Zhang Ruochen at this moment has already embarked on the road to the top of the mountain.

"On the mountainside of the first mountain, there are 216 lofts in total, and there is a total of 216 paintings in each loft. If it is only a holy spirit, the scroll cannot have such a powerful attack. In other words, every painting has a complete sacred soul. "

"After the death of the half-holy and holy ones, the holy spirit will dissipate. How did Liang Yizong do this to keep the holy spirit of the dead holy ones?"

Zhang Ruochen raised his head ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Looking to the top of the ancient Shenshan Mountain, he felt the ancient and towering momentum pressed down. Clouds and mists are like colorful waterfalls. They look straight down and look far away. They are magnificent and mysterious.

He sighed: "It should be the power of the ancient **** mountain, so that the holy spirit of all the saints in the Liangyi Zong era will never die. The father emperor is right, the ancient **** mountain is really mysterious, it seems that there is really a big secret hidden."

The more you go up, the ancient Shenshan will emit a powerful "potential", and the power of "potential" is getting stronger and stronger, and it will always attack Zhang Ruochen's will.

The "potential" that erupted from the ancient **** mountain is as terrible as the "sacred power" of the saint.

The third level tests the will of the monk.

Only after breaking through the "potential" of the first mountain and reaching the top of the mountain, can it be regarded as passing the test of the third pass.

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