"Let me lend your sword." Zhang Ruochen said.

Mujiji had already visited the ancient sacred mountain last month, so he would not go to the ancient sacred mountain today.

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

"Wow!"

Zhang Ruochen pulled out a piece of the sword, and suddenly, the blue sword light spread out from the scabbard, with a sharp wave of sword energy.

"The tenth-level true martial arts treasure weapon can be used as you please."

Zhang Ruochen took the sword back to the scabbard and walked to the foot of the first mountain with no rush.

He looked forward and saw a smooth blue stone wall in front of him, with dense words engraved on the stone wall.

It is said that only by reaching the semi-saint realm can one be qualified to leave a word on the stone wall of the first mountain.

Each word contains the idea of ​​a semi-saint's swordsmanship, which has been integrated with the entire ancient sacred mountain.

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

"Wow!"

The word "Tao" immediately appeared, and it fell off the stone wall, turning into a translucent middle-aged Taoist priest, and flew to Zhang Ruochen.

"Defend me and you can pass the first level."

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

The middle-aged Taoist priest took sixteen steps in a row, turned into sixteen figures, and at the same time stabbed out with a sword, hitting sixteen vital points all over Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen seemed quite calm, closed his eyes, pulled out the blue sword with a swish, turned his arm, and stabbed his backwards behind him. The sharp sword edge accurately penetrated the middle-aged Taoist priest's heart.

From beginning to end, Zhang Ruochen did not move his steps, and his movements seemed to be flowing.

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

"You have passed the first level of the first mountain so simply?"

Zhang Ruochen smiled slightly, opened his eyes and looked around. Many Holy disciples were still fighting with translucent figures.

Among them, the vast majority of people ended in failure.

Only a few people defeated the translucent figure and passed the first level of the first mountain.

Han Qiu and Pang Long have both successfully passed the first level, but Xun Hualiu ended in failure.

At the foot of the first mountain, the test of the monk's sword skills is the cultivator's sword skills. Obviously, Xun Hualiu's sword skills are still quite different from Han Qiu and Pang Long.

Zhang Ruochen climbed a dangerous mountain road and walked towards the mountainside.

Han Qiu has been paying attention to Zhang Ruochen. When he saw Zhang Ruochen's figure ahead, he immediately used his body technique, rushed to chase him, and fell to Zhang Ruochen's side, and said, "I really didn't expect that your sword cultivation would be so powerful. You can defeat the guardian in just one move."

Zhang Ruochen seemed calm and stared at her, saying, "It's just the first level of the first mountain, there's nothing amazing."

Han Qiu's beauty is very bright, with clear black and white, long and curved eyelashes, and a sweet smile: "If you say this, it doesn't look like your personality."

"Oh?" Zhang Ruochen said.

"In the past, you didn't understand what modesty was. The look you looked at me was not as clear as it is now." Han Qiu's red lips were particularly crystal clear, and they curled up a charming curve.

Zhang Ruochen asked, "What was my look at that time?"

"At that time, your eyes were full of lewd light, and you wish you could take off all my clothes." Han Qiu said with a smile without any embarrassment.

This is not the first time Zhang Ruochen has seen Han Qiu and is quite familiar with her personality. Therefore, it is not surprising that she is so bold in her speaking way.

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

Han Qiu had a teasing look on his pretty face, and his bright and beautiful eyes stared at Zhang Ruochen's eyes, wanting to see if his eyes would change.

"Just think I was possessed by a ghost!"

Zhang Ruochen used his body technique and rushed forward with a swish, leaving a series of figures on the mountain road.

Han Qiu stared at Lin Yue's back, pursed his crystal red lips slightly, and said to himself: "It's really too similar. How could the temperament of two people be so similar? Could it be that guy really resurrected himself with a corpse?"

The mountainside of the first mountain is located at an altitude of 4,000 meters, surrounded by steep cliffs. If you fall down accidentally, even a monk from the Yulong Realm will suffer serious injuries.

On the cliff, iron pillars as thick as buckets were made to form iron bridges thirty feet long, extending outward and crossing across the air.

Zhang Ruochen followed one of the iron pillars to the mid-air position and looked down. The body of the Holy Tribe disciple at the foot of the mountain was smaller than that of ant. If it fell down, you can imagine how terrifying it would be.

At the end of each iron pillar, there is a wooden attic, vermilion-red pillars and golden glazed tiles, like a fairy pavilion hanging in the air.

After waiting for about a stick of incense, a disciple of the Holy Legend, who had changed the fifth transformation of the fish and dragon, walked out of it. The man seemed not to pass the second level. He sighed and walked down the mountain.

Zhang Ruochen pushed open the door and walked into the attic.

In the attic, on the wall directly in front of it, there is a painting hanging on the pose of a woman in a white Taoist robe dancing with her sword.

The woman in the painting looks very beautiful and gives people a fresh and refined feeling.

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

In just a moment, the woman on the scroll stopped again and became still again.

That's really a painting?

In the attic, a woman's voice sounded, as if it was coming from the painting, "In one hour, restore the sword move just now, at least to the level of small success, and pass this level."

Zhang Ruochen showed a look of surprise, stretched out two fingers, and gently stroked the scroll, "It's interesting."

Just now, when he stroked it, he naturally did not want to blaspheme the woman in the painting, but wanted to confirm whether the painting was a space treasure.

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

According to Zhang Ruochen's guess, it should be the holy soul of a semi-saint who attached to the scroll and merged with the ink to form such a magical phenomenon.

Just now, the woman on the scroll used one of the sword moves of a ghost-level low-grade sword technique.

Not only do you need to record the steps and gestures of the sword moves, but you also need to analyze the way the true qi runs. The most important point is that you must practice the sword moves to a small success within one hour.

This level tests the monk's understanding.

For other cultivators in the Yulong Realm, it is estimated that they cannot even see the moves of the woman in the painting. It is difficult to understand the sword moves and cultivate to the small-scale realm.

However, it is not too difficult for Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen sat cross-legged on the ground, using the heart of sword intent in his mind to simulate the sword moves performed by the woman in the painting just now, breaking up the footwork and gestures, and then practicing in the sea of ​​qi.

After only half a stick of incense, Zhang Ruochen successfully practiced his sword moves and reached the level of small success.

He practiced the sword moves, and a woman's voice sounded again in the painting: "The second level, pass."

Zhang Ruochen turned around and planned to walk out of the attic, but suddenly stopped.

A glimmer flashed in his eyes, and he decided to test it.

So, he pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword, pulled out the blue sword like lightning, used all his true energy, flew off the ground, and stabbed a sword at the scroll on the wall.

“Bold.”

Suddenly, a strong white light surged out from the scroll.

The figure of a woman in a white Taoist robe rushed out of the scroll like a ghost. She also stabbed out with a sword, bursting out more than a hundred sword energy, hitting Zhang Ruochen.

"Bang!"

Zhang Ruochen knocked open the attic door, flew backwards, passed through the iron bridge, and hit the steep stone wall hard on the steep stone wall, leaving a human-shaped gravure mark.

Then, his body slid down onto the narrow mountain path, staring at the attic hanging in the air with some surprise.

The strong white light quickly converges and returns to the scroll.

A cold female voice came from the attic and said, "I miss you as a first offender, I'll spare you once. If there is another time, I'll just hand it over to the law enforcement court for disposal."

Zhang Ruochen looked at his arms, his sleeves were completely broken, revealing a bare arm.

"What a powerful sword technique." Zhang Ruochen murmured to himself.

The scene just now alarmed all the Holy Disciples on the mountainside.

Everyone stared at Zhang Ruochen, quite puzzled what he had encountered?

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

Zhang Ruochen took the blue sword back into the scabbard, and seemed extremely calm, saying, "I wanted to try whether the painting was aggressive, so I stabbed it with a sword, so I became like this."

On the mountainside, everyone was stunned and their chins fell to the ground.

Han Qiu was also stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "You dare to draw a sword at the guard guard? I really look at you with admiration. With your behavior of breaking the rules, the guard guard will definitely not let you pass this level."

"But, I've passed."

After saying that, Zhang Ruochen did not look back and continued to walk along the narrow mountain path towards the top of the first mountain.

The Holy Disciples on the mountainside all looked like petrified, staring at Zhang Ruochen's back incredible.

"He actually passed the second level of the first mountain?"

"How could it be so quickly? I remember that it was only half a stick of incense when he entered the attic."

"Why didn't you know before that there are such powerful people in Liangyi Sect."
To be continued...