The Chengjian Conference begins.

The first one to stand up was a sword-washing disciple named Chen Lin.

Chen Lin has been in the inner sect for seven years and has successfully obtained the sword five years ago, but it was not until this year that she finally achieved the perfect level of cultivation and was qualified to participate in the sword-raising conference.

Years of practice and waiting have given him calmness that is inconsistent with his age. He did not care about the eyes around him and the pressure of his first appearance, and focused on starting his own performance.

A cold sword light left his sleeves, leaving a clear trace on the stone wall with clear water, and then turned backwards.

Before the flying sword could approach, he jumped lightly, landed on the sword, and began to fly with the sword, back and forth between the cliffs, looking quite skillful.

The cliff is quiet.

The stone platform above the high cliff was surrounded by clouds and mist. The envoy of the Hanging Lingsect, the visitor of the Daze, the representatives of Chaoge City, the chief of the Literary Hall of Guocheng Temple, and the Shuiyue Temple, who had always been friends with the Qingshan Sect, several representatives of the Sword Sect sat in their respective positions, remained silent and did not speak.

This year, the Jingzong sent a representative to Guanli to the Qingshan Sect for the first time. The envoy had no experience and did not notice the silence between the cliffs. He looked at the disciple named Chen Lin's sharp sword and skillful sword control. He went back and forth between the peaks. He was amazed and applauded a few words.

Chen Lin fell back to the stone among the stream.

Elder He, who was responsible for hosting the Chengjian Conference, looked at him and asked blankly: "Which peak Chengjian do you want?"

Chen Lin's expression finally became nervous, and she said with a slight voice: "What kind of virtue is the disciple? I dare not choose."

While talking, he looked at the places where the commanders of the peaks gathered on the cliff, with hope and anxiety.

At the Chengjian Conference, each of the teachers in Jiufeng can only choose one Chengjian disciple, and the number is limited, so they will be very cautious.

Chen Lin knew that her realm and cultivation were not outstanding among her fellow disciples, so she did not dare to hope to be competed for by Zhu Feng, and just hoped that she could choose her in one place.

There was no sound on the cliff, but it was still quiet.

As time goes by, silence becomes embarrassment.

The disciples who were not qualified to attend the Chengjian Conference were reluctant to look at him.

Junior Sister Yushan even turned her face and was nervously afraid to look.

In the dead silence, Chen Lin still maintained her superficial calm, tilting her head with unimaginable perseverance, like a criminal waiting for the final sentence.

He knew that if he bowed his head at this time or showed a little frustration, he might be considered by the teachers as unstable sword heart.

Then he really has to wait for another three years.

The envoy of the Jing Sect also felt very embarrassed. Looking at the eyes of the guests around, he felt that his hands that had just clapped were not anywhere to put. He really couldn't figure out that excellent materials like this disciple should be the target of being trained in the Jing Sect, but in the Qingshan Sect... no one wants them?

Finally a sound rang among the cliffs.

Yun Xingfeng discussed it, perhaps because he could not compete with the rest of the peaks for the next few key candidates, so he decided to accept Chen Lin.

"Are you willing to learn the Cangbird Sword Technique with Elder Cheng?"

Chen Lin was extremely surprised and said in a trembling voice: "Disciple is willing!"

After saying this, he quickly rode his sword and came somewhere on the cliff, standing with his fellow disciples from Yunxing Peak.

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Disciples have come out to show their realm and sword skills one after another.

These inner disciples who have been practicing hard on the banks of the sword-washing stream for many years have already reached the level of perfection of guarding one level. Two or three people have even seen the realm of inheriting the mind. They can control swords freely and fly like birds among the peaks. The sword techniques are even more skillful. The flying sword flows and weaves into a light curtain. Within ten steps, even a waterfall cannot enter.

Qi Yuanliang, Sikong Yimin, Qi Feiying, and other names that appeared many times on Zhufeng’s notes were also selected after a dispute.

The cliff was very quiet. The envoy of the Mirror Sect learned from the previous lesson and no longer expressed his opinions easily. Occasionally, he looked at the square stone platform deep in the clouds and mist, thinking that the head of Qingshan Sect didn't know if he had arrived in person, or as the rumors were, he was practicing the extremely mysterious Taoist Dharma like his master Taiping.

The head of the Literature Hall who came to visit the ceremony in Guocheng Temple closed his eyes and moved the rosary in his hand.

The female disciples of Shuiyue Temple were joined by the female disciples of Qingrong Peak. They were already familiar with each other and whispered something, and laughed like silver bells from time to time.

“It’s so boring.”

The guest of the roving sect sat on the stone platform on the west cliff.

A thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl stared at the running water in the cracks under her feet, feeling her eyes a little sore.

She rubbed her eyes and yawned, and the small bell tied to her crystal and cute earlobe made a crisp sound.

Those two small bells are as silver as silver. Could it be that this little girl is actually a silver bell messenger with a great status?

"What do you know?"

A young woman rubbed her head docilely and said, "The Aoyama Sect is a great sect of kendo. Sword-making seems boring, but it is actually not easy."

"The problem is that it's too boring. If you come with one sword, what's so good about it?"

The little girl from the Hanging Bell Sect pouted and said, "I wouldn't have come if I had known it was so boring."

Suddenly, a sound came from the bottom of the cliff. She stood up and took a look. She found that the crowd was in a mess. She couldn't help but become interested. She looked at the thin boy who walked into the stream and said, "Uncle Master, look! Isn't this the natural Taoist species you just pointed out to me?"

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Liu Shisui came to the stream.

A soft cry sounded from both sides of the Taiwan Strait.

There was also movement and stillness in the cliff, and countless sights came.

Above the high cliff, the chief of the Rushu Hall of Guocheng Temple opened his eyes, the visitor from Daze stood up, and the envoy of the Jingzong walked to the cliff early and looked down.

The guests who watched the ceremony showed great interest or curiosity about Liu Shisui.

Everyone in the world of cultivation knows that Liu Shisui was born with a Taoist seed, and it was the third Taoist seed of Qingshan Sect in ten years.

The natural Taoist seed is a genius who practices Taoism in a thousand years. It is good to meet an ordinary sect for a hundred years. The luck of the Qingshan Sect is really jealous.

Zhuo Rusui and Zhao Layue came from Xihai and Chaoge City respectively. They had extraordinary family backgrounds and had many interactions with the world of cultivation, so they were relatively easy to be discovered. But I heard that Liu Shisui lived in a remote mountain village since childhood and had never been exposed to practice before entering, so how was he found by Qingshan Sect?

Looking at the boy standing on the stream, the various sects were in a complicated mood.

Liu Shisui was not affected at all. Standing on the stream, he still made a very simple sword.

The flying sword broke through the air, without any afterimage, and even the sword light was gone, as if it had arrived on the stone wall ten feet away in an instant.

Silently, the flowing water did not produce a ripple, and a very round hole appeared on the stone wall.

The seemingly unconventional scene caused a few surprises to scream between the cliffs.

Liu Shisui used his two fingers on his left hand to apply the most common sword technique on the sword scripture, and the flying sword returned from the stone wall.

He seemed to have taken a random step into the stream, and landed on the sword, and rose with the sword. The flying sword dragged out a afterimage, and the speed suddenly increased, turning into a clear light. In a few breaths, he had already flew out of the cliff peak, and with a slightly harsh sword roar, breaking through the clouds.

People looked up and saw that he had become a black dot in the sky, which had already exceeded the height of the nine peaks.

A moment later, Liu Shisui returned with a sword, her face turned red and her heart was not beating, her breath was calm, and she bowed silently, as if she had done nothing.

There was a quietness between the cliffs, and then a sudden cheer sounded.

"Okay! OK! OK!"

Liu Shisui's flying sword seems simple, but in fact it is extremely calm and has no extras. It is the sword style pursued by Qingshan Sect.

Although his level is still very low, how can a fourteen-year-old boy perform so well and even have the style of a great man?

"Is this a natural Taoist seed?"

The little girl from the ringer sect muttered.

At such a young age, she is already a silver bell messenger. Her background is naturally extraordinary, and her talent and vision are not bad. I know that Liu Shisui's seemingly simple performance is actually very not simple, but for her who loves to watch the fun, she still feels not lively enough.

The next moment, her eyes lit up and she was excited.

A young disciple with a calm expression walked to the stone in the stream and stood opposite Liu Shisui.
Chapter completed!