I Hang Up In the Fantasy World

In the wide hall, everyone stood separately, while the three elders sat on it.

At a certain moment, Zhang Yi suddenly felt something in his heart, and felt the silver sword soul in the sea of ​​consciousness tremble slightly.

Then, he looked up and saw a man sitting in the middle at some point.

Immediately, Zhang Yi held his breath and concentrated, his whole body tensed up.

At this time, the man in the first seat was wearing a green robe, he seemed to be middle-aged, and there was a touch of majesty in his face.

And faintly, from within his body, there was an extremely powerful wave of sword intent, which spread out at some point and enveloped the entire palace.

At the same time, all the saints in the temple are self-restraining and restrained, and they don't seem to dare to compete with them. Only the three elders can barely maintain their own state.

Zhang Yi knew that the man on the first seat was the sword master, the top expert of Wenjian Mountain, a sword master of the seventh heaven.

In the same place, Zhang Yi just looked up, then immediately lowered his head.

Because he is a swordsman, he can clearly perceive the sharpness of the sword intent emanating from the opponent. If he stares at it for a long time, he will inevitably be injured by the sharpness.

"It's such a strong state, where its body stays, it becomes a world of its own, and it is difficult for outsiders to resist. Is this the seventh heavenly saint..."

"It's just that the sword master has appeared at this time, so who is the fourth elder?"

This thought flashed across Zhang Yi's mind, his face was still calm, and there was no change in his expression.

But at this time, the discussions among the saints in the palace disappeared at this moment, and the atmosphere in the air froze somewhat.

It wasn't until a plain word came out that the atmosphere was broken.

"Everyone, it's been a long time."

"It seems that something has happened to Jianshan in a thousand years."

An indifferent and lofty voice came from the high platform, accompanied by a scrutinizing gaze, which made one's heart calm and his body tense.

And Zhang Yi suddenly felt Youdao's sharp eyes passing by him at this moment.

But fortunately, the sword master's gaze only slowly glanced away, and then quickly withdrew his gaze, not staying too long on him.

This means that Zhang Yi's deepest secrets cannot be detected even by the sword master.

However, Zhang Yi did not feel relaxed, but concentrated more and more, because he knew that this time the high-level council had just begun.

And it is true.

The first thing the sword master said was related to Zhang Yi, and even a group of elite saints, that is, the martial arts exchange meeting.

"In another thirty years, the Martial Arts Exchange Conference will be held, but this time, the situation is somewhat special."

The sword master said calmly, without any emotion.

"The patriarch of Qixuanmen has reached the limit of his lifespan, and time is running out. Therefore, at this martial arts exchange meeting, he gave up more than 50% of Qixuanmen's sphere of influence in exchange for a chance."

"And after discussions among all parties, the result is that the martial arts exchange meeting will be held in a separate continent fragment."

"In the game, each of the eight top powers can send five elite saints, while the secondary powers can send one person to fight together."

"In this fragment of the continent, there are many lands of good fortune buried, and those who participate in the game can obtain them with their own skills and improve their cultivation."

"However, there is only one thing to pay attention to."

"In the Fragment Continent, the greatest good fortune is a source of chaos. There are five seats in it. I need you to get at least one of them and bring back some fragments of the source of chaos."

"As for those who enter the Qixuanmen, we don't have to deliberately intervene in it, just let it take its course."

Speaking of this, the sword master glanced at Zhang Yi, Ziqing and the others again, and continued after a pause.

"Your cultivation is not bad, but except for one, the other four are still lacking."

"In the next thirty years, qualified elite saints can freely enter the forbidden area of ​​the sword mirror to sharpen their swordsmanship. The Enlightenment Tower will also be open to you once. You must seize this opportunity."

"In the round, the person who performed the best in the martial arts exchange meeting and won the seat, I will bestow the most important treasure, the Purple Star King Sword..."

The sword master spoke calmly and slowly.

And when he heard the last gift, even Zhang Yi's pupils shrank suddenly, and there was undisguised desire in his eyes.

The Zijixing Monarch Sword, it is said that this is the former sword of the third generation of sword masters.

After entering the realm of the Seventh Heavenly Saint, he purified the Earth Emperor Sword, and thus bestowed the Zijixing Monarch Sword he used to the most dazzling kendo genius in Jianshan at that time, that is, the contemporary sword master.

Changing the rules of the Martial Arts Exchange Meeting, there must be big disturbances. Zhang Yi thought that if he stood out from the crowd, perhaps Jianshan's rewards would be even more valuable.

But he didn't expect that the treasure that the sword master planned to bestow was the Zijixing Monarch Sword!

Not only is its grade among the top among all the treasures, but its significance is also extraordinary.

The most important thing is that the Zijixing Monarch Sword has been in the hands of three generations of sword masters and the current sword master, and there must be traces of swordsmanship belonging to them inside.

This is the priceless treasure for swordsmen!

If Zhang Yi gets it, it means that if he can get close to some of the profound meanings of the two sword masters.

This will definitely greatly promote Zhang Yi's understanding of kendo!

So hearing this, even Zhang Yi's eyes fluttered, with undisguised desire.

And it wasn't just him who lost his composure.

Even the elite saints in the temple at this time, and even the veteran saints who have no chance, are also emotionally fluctuating, and there is joy in their eyes, which is difficult to calm down.

Obtaining the Purple Star Monarch Sword is undoubtedly a great opportunity for a swordsman! It can make a big leap in self-cultivation.

"Although there is the ring of the giant spirit and the high-level heavy treasure Xuantian Mirror, who would think that there are too many heavy treasures?"

"And I'm a swordsman after all, and only with the most powerful swordsmanship can I fully display my attacking power."

"Five seats, I have reserved, Zijixing Monarch Sword, it is none other than me..."

Zhang Yiping recovered the excitement in his heart, thought of this, at the same time, he looked sideways at Zi Qing, and found that the latter was rather calm, as if he didn't dare to be interested.

"Could it be that He Yuan Sword and Ming Yuan Sword are more effective for her..."

This thought flashed through Zhang Yi's mind, and then he heard the sword master on the first seat say again.

"The second thing is about the elder seat."

"The four elders of Wenjian Mountain have lasted for thousands of years. At this time, there should be some changes."

The sword master's words fell, causing everyone in the palace to be suspicious.

The saints looked left and right, their expressions were a little caught off guard, and judging from their reactions, they seemed to be completely ignorant of the news.

"Sword Master, may I ask what changes have been made to the position of elder?"

After a while, someone in the hall asked.

And Zhang Yi looked at it, and found that it was an old five-level sage, only one step away from the sixth level.

"I'm going to add an elder, but the candidate... has already arrived."

As the sword master said, a stream of light came from outside the palace.