Starting From Huashan Sword Slave, Signing For Ten Years

At noon, the scorching sun was in the sky.

The mighty team went to Wanbing Mountain.

One mile away from the Sword Casting Furnace, the wooden high platform built on the hillside of Wanbing Mountain was filled with people in an orderly manner amidst the chaos. Teams from eight sects, more than a dozen aristocratic families, and first-class gangs second only to the sect were all here.

There were about two hundred people in total, and the most powerful Tianjie was invited to the top seat of the high platform. There were ten people in total, including Zhao Man'er who came alone.

The eyesight of the warriors is far superior to that of ordinary people. From here, you can see the tall sword-forging furnace with smoke rising from the top of the mountain.

Of course, it's best if you want to watch the magic weapon up close.

However, the power of a divine soldier is unpredictable, if any sword energy escapes, most of the generals will be seriously injured easily.

Even if they are allowed to approach, few people here dare to approach.

On the high platform seat, Zhao Man'er sat on a wooden throne, with a heavy sword leaning against the armrest.

"Miss Man'er, your talent is unparalleled. I don't know some of the geniuses below, but can someone catch your eye?"

In a seat apart from Zhao Man'er, a burly man sat with a golden knife on his horse, holding a golden ring-head knife in both hands, and asked with a smile that was not a smile.

Wu Yousan, the elder of Dao Yizong, has an arrogant personality, but he never opens his mouth and says what he wants. Just like his name, Wu Yousan has no more than three friends.

As soon as he said this, the nearby heavenly masters immediately pricked up their ears. After all, Zhao Man'er is now the well-deserved number one among the top ten geniuses. If someone in his family gets her approval, it will help his disciple's reputation promote.

Zhao Man'er closed his eyes and rested his mind. After two or three breaths, he slowly opened his eyes and looked at Wu Yousan, "Yes!"

"Oh? Who? My Sword Intent Sect..."

"The members of your Saber Sect are not among them." Zhao Man'er immediately interrupted Wu Yousan.

Wu Yousan's face immediately darkened, "My Zong Feng Shanyue is extremely talented, and now he is at the peak of the earth rank. He will definitely be able to master the sword in three years, and in the next year, he will definitely be able to break through the sky rank! Do other geniuses have this progress?"

When he answered, several nearby masters of the same level tried their best to hold back their laughter, and Wu Yousan called him lifting a rock to shoot himself in the foot.

Originally, he wanted to use Zhao Man'er to boost Feng Shanyue's reputation, but he slapped himself in the face.

"Yes, Feng Shanyue is good, but compared to the four people on the field, he is much inferior. His strength level is not unique. Feng Shanyue is eager for success, his breath is unstable, his foundation is not solid, and his mood is not calm.

"If you don't continue to polish it for three to five years, even if you can comprehend the sword intent, it will not be too complete. Even if you can break through, your strength will still be at the bottom of the heavenly rank."

Zhao Man'er kept his eyes on the sword casting furnace, expressing his opinion as if no one else was around.

Not far away, a burly young man with a big sword on his back stared at Zhao Man'er, his face blushing, "Do you dare to suppress the realm and fight me?"

Zhao Man'er slowly shifted his gaze, "What are you?"

With a flick of the fingers, the fingertips seemed to break through the air, making a popping sound.

The mass of air formed into a sword and rushed straight towards Feng Shanyue.

Wu Yousan wanted to stand up, but stopped. He couldn't receive this sword energy, because only the internal force of the ground level fluctuated. If he did, it would make Feng Shanyue feel ashamed.

But... can Feng Shanyue catch it? He is very clear about the terrifying power contained in this sword energy.

While hesitating, Feng Shanyue's face changed slightly, and she drew out the big knife in an instant, like a shield, and slanted it in front of her body, the light of the knife flowed, round like a shield, which contained a strange way of unloading force.

boom! In an instant, the famous sword-quality blade was dented with a dent the size of a bullet, and Feng Shanyue flew upside down, smashing the guardrail of the high platform and falling to the ground.

"Innate divine power!"

"This sword energy not only contains internal strength, but also a terrifying power!"

"It is rumored that the baby Zhao Man'er was abandoned and adopted by the owner of the Ruthless Palace. He has manifested visions since he was a child. He can lift a hundred catties at the age of three, and he can lift a large tripod at the age of ten..."

There was an uproar, all of which were worship and admiration for Zhao Man'er.

Wu Yousan of Sword Intent Zong had an extremely ugly expression, and it took him a long time to squeeze out two words, "Amazing!"

Zhao Man'er turned a deaf ear and continued, "The four people I mentioned,

Princess Liu Wushuang of Wucheng of the Han Dynasty, Zhang Shenxiu of Wudang, Wuming of Shaolin Buddha, and the last one..."

All the characters she mentioned have attracted everyone's attention, but the results were expected by some people. These three people are among the top ten geniuses, and it is not surprising that they can be praised by Zhao Man'er.

Zhao Man'er's eyes fell on the corner, worshiping Yue Ling'er who was looking at her.

"This younger sister should be Yue Ling'er who has only shown her talents in recent years, right? Even I feel ashamed of my foundation.

"If she can break through to the heaven rank, she will definitely be able to look down on people of the same rank. Even me...may only rely on brute force to win."

Before the words fell, the whole room was shocked.

Everyone's attention was on Yue Linger.

Yue Linger blushed slightly, and waved her hands again and again, "Miss Zhao was joking, Linger is dull, and her strength is improving too slowly. Master said that I am weak and not as brave as he was back then."

"..." People around looked at her all the time, but they couldn't see Zhao Man'er's so-called solid foundation.

Only those heavenly ranks, after careful scrutiny, could vaguely see how extraordinary she was.

"Hmph, it's nonsense, those of us who have broken through the heavenly ranks, which one has a shallow foundation? Those who can break through the heavenly ranks must be the best among the earthly ranks." Wu Yousan was very upset.

"Believe it or not, I can make you vomit blood within ten strokes?" Zhao Man'er looked at him quietly.

"..." Wu Yousan was suddenly frightened and angry. He grabbed the knife and wanted to make a move, but after a few breaths, he snorted coldly, sat back down, and turned his head away in humiliation.

"It's ridiculous that many of you focus on breakthrough speed, heh, blindly seeking speed, the realm can only be exchanged for temporary suppression.

"The foundation is strong or weak, and being able to break through the heavenly ranks only means that your foundation and talent have reached the passing line. There is still a long way to go before the full score, and this sister Ling'er... has already scored at least 95 points.

"The heavenly rank she broke through is different from the heavenly rank you speak of!

"I'm curious, who is your master? It's really amazing. It's not difficult to teach apprentices, but it's not something ordinary people can do by accurately seeing what shortcomings a disciple has, so as to prescribe the right medicine, and make up for it quickly and steadily."

After Zhao Man'er glanced at Yue Ling'er appreciatively, he closed his eyes again.

Yue Linger became the focus of the audience. Even though she thought she had a lot of experience, she had never dealt with this kind of situation, so she could only pretend not to care and looked at the sword casting furnace.

"Thank you, Ms. Zhao, for your praise." Yue Qianshan chuckled and cupped his hands at her.

...

"Zhao Ling'er? It looks very ordinary."

On the other side of the high platform, a group of people in Wudang Mountain, Zhong Yuxiu looked on tiptoe and muttered to herself, but her eyes were full of envy. She also wanted to be like Yue Linger, who was so powerful and eye-catching.

"Hey, don't be crazy."

A banter interrupted her fantasy.

The person who spoke was an ordinary-looking young man in civilian clothes, tall and thin.

No one in the room knew him.

Only Zhong Yuxiu, who recognized him, was clearly a martial artist, but deliberately asked her to rescue him, now that I think about it, it's really disgusting. ?

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