The tower of cultivation is a great holy place in the inner sect. Its magical functions make the inner sect disciples excited. Lin Xuan first came to the inner sect and did not know how precious five hours were for these disciples. If other inner sect disciples knew about it, they would definitely be jealous.
The next morning, Lin Xuan was woken up.
A girl with a long sword on her back stood outside the door with a smile. She looked at Lin Xuan curiously and asked in confusion: "You are the number one this time, Lin Xuan?"
"Isn't there anything special?" The girl carrying a long sword looked carefully.
"It's just that I don't know what the senior sister is asking me for?" Lin Xuan was puzzled.
"Of course I went to see our teacher?" the girl said casually.
"Teacher?" Lin Xuan became even more confused.
"Don't you know?" The girl was surprised. "The new inner disciples are all taught. He will be responsible for everything we do in the sect, including cultivation and assessment."
"So that's the case. It seems that the treatment of inner disciples is really good. There are still people who guide them. No wonder so many people want to enter the inner door!" Lin Xuan gradually realized that there is a big difference between the inner door and the outer door.
"However, according to the ranking of the selection competition, the teaching assigned are also different. You are lucky and assigned to the Murong teaching!" The girl's face was full of pride.
"Let's go, report with me!" the girl carrying a long sword waved.
Lin Xuan followed her out of the courtyard and walked into the quiet path.
"My name is Ye Qing, you can just call me Senior Sister Ye in the future." The girl led the way in front.
"Senior Sister Ye, I wonder what kind of person this Murong teaches are, and how many disciples she has in total?" Lin Xuan wanted to know some of the situation.
"Teacher Murong is very powerful and is one of the core disciples of the previous session. She is very good and basically won't make things difficult for us." Ye Qing said, "As for her disciples, there are only three, including you."
"One of the core disciples! There are three people in total!" Lin Xuan was a little surprised. He didn't expect that his teaching was one of the top ten core disciples of the previous session, and there were only three of her disciples.
In Xuantian Sect, once she is over twenty-five years old, she is not a disciple, but stays in the sect as a deacon and other identities. As the former ten core disciples, Murong Teach is enough to show her strength.
The two of them walked forward quickly, and there was a small palace ahead. Ye Qing took Lin Xuan into it.
"Teacher, I brought Lin Xuan!" Ye Qing said happily.
A graceful figure walked out, stood on the stone platform, and looked at Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan also narrowed his eyes and looked at the figure. He was wearing light green armor, which made his graceful body look exquisite and delicate. This was a very young woman. Lin Xuan was probably only twenty-six or seven years old, with short hair, less charming, but more heroic.
"I have met Teacher Murong." Lin Xuan said respectfully.
"Yeah." Teacher Murong nodded, "Lin Xuan, the number one in the selection competition is very good. But there are many geniuses in this inner sect. If you don't work hard, you will be suppressed sooner or later."
"I hope you can work hard and reach a higher level of martial arts."
"Thank you for your reminder, Lin Xuan remembers it."
"Next, let me see how far you have reached!" Murong Qianling pulled out the long sword around his waist.
"Take out your all your strength and attack me!"
"Yes." Lin Xuan's eyes flicked, his fingers flicked the storage ring, and a dark red sword appeared in his hand. His figure shook and he rushed over.
Thunder sword technique!
Lin Xuan used his sword technique as soon as he came up. The sword energy was turbulent and the golden arc was pounding. This sword stabbed Murong Qianling in the throat.
Unexpectedly, Murong Qianling did not retreat but advanced, and fought against Lin Xuan's attack, and the sword light flashed, which was dazzling.
The long sword in Murong Qianling's hand just touched Lin Xuan's big sword lightly, and then slid strangely into Lin Xuan's throat.
Lin Xuan felt a powerful force breaking his lightning defense in an instant, causing his sword to deviate. At the same time, his neck cooled, and the cold sword edge had already pressed against his throat.
"So fast!" Lin Xuan's pupils shrank slightly. He didn't see clearly the trajectory of the sword just now. Of course, if he used his right eye, he might see clearly, but his body could not dodge.
"If you were on the battlefield, you were dead." Murong Qianling said coldly.
Lin Xuan knew that she was right, but if it was a life-and-death battle, with his means, Murong Qianling would definitely be able to die at the same time.
"Is this the level of a core disciple? It's really strong!" Lin Xuan was not depressed at all. He believed that as long as he was given time, he would soon reach this level.
"Your swordsmanship is very fast, but it is not accurate enough." Murong Qianling said. Although the speed can suppress the opponent, if the opponent can discover your flaws and attack others, then you are in danger.
Lin Xuan thought something. He did not meet an opponent who could suppress him with his back, but today's incident reminded him not to be careless.
"Of course, if your speed is so fast that I don't have a chance to take action, then you can win."
"Thank you for your guidance," Lin Xuan said gratefully.
"Ye Qing, take him to get to know the sect's affairs." Murong Qianling put away his long sword.
Murong Qianling said goodbye, and the two walked towards the front mountain.
"How is it, Teacher Murong is amazing!" Ye Qing blinked, "You don't have to be disappointed. I was defeated in one move at the beginning, and even Senior Brother Luo did not escape this fate."
"I guess Teacher Murong just wants to remind you that there are people outside of you so that you won't be arrogant and cause trouble everywhere."
Lin Xuan smiled bitterly. It seemed that all his fellow disciples had been hit by Teacher Murong.
"By the way, who is Senior Brother Luo?"
"He is also a disciple of Murong Teach. He started earlier than us. He is now among the top 30 people in the rankings!" Ye Qing worshiped.
Lin Xuan had an understanding of his future life, and then he changed the subject and asked about the Tower of Practice.
When he heard that Lin Xuan had five hours of practice, Ye Qing grew up and said little.
"Junior Brother Lin, you are so lucky. You have five hours of cultivation as soon as you come!" Ye Qing said enviously.
"Is five hours long?" Lin Xuan was puzzled.
"You just started and don't know how precious this cultivation tower is. To be precise, it is not a product of our Xuantian Sect, but an ancient ruin."
"Ancient ruins?" Lin Xuan was stunned.
"Well, although it is broken, the magic inside is far beyond our cognition."
"Look, there is the tower of cultivation ahead." Ye Qing pointed to a magnificent tower in front of him and said.
A tower with darkness is thirteen floors high, and you can feel a vast aura from a distance. After walking in, Lin Xuan found that there was a faint sense of danger around the tower. Lin Xuan quietly activated his right eye and found that there were countless invisible light around him, which enveloped the pagoda very well.
Chapter completed!