The Daily Life of the Immortal King

This time, taking the "Cultivator's Canyon Trial" as the pilot point for the reform of the Spirit Sword Exchange Conference is the result of a joint discussion between Chen Tianxiang and Jin Muyan, two living treasures. Before that, the rest of the teachers were kept in the dark, and they only received the notification two hours before the start of the spirit sword exchange meeting.

Neither of the two principals would have imagined that the spirit sword trial of the reform pilot version would be so successful. Various kinds of small magic weapons with different functions emerge in an endless stream, which greatly increases the interest of the spirit sword exchange meeting. All the students stared at the screen intently, but no one was dozing off at the scene. In previous years, often halfway through the audience, they began to hold their heads and think about life like a more contemplative person.

But having said that, the unexpected still exists.

This time the Spirit Sword Trial Project is only a trial version after all, and many of the checks and balances in the duel are lacking. Once one side gets the advantage, the other side is very likely to be powerless.

Well, this is what happens...

That is, it is very likely that before many people have actually synthesized the spirit sword, just using the white board sword and the big sword can end the game.

...Spiritual Sword Exchange Meeting does not require spirit sword exchange!

The two brothers who were aware of this, suddenly realized that the embarrassment of this problem was very serious.

The students are all armed with spirit swords, so what if they don't have a chance to show them off?

But now, the game is over!

After Wang Ling and his friends came out of the virtual space, they heard that the two principals on the podium were communicating with each other through voice transmission.

"Senior brother...you should think of a way."

"..."

Principal Jin covered his face: "Spirit swords are not used in the spirit sword exchange meeting. When this news spreads, people don't want to live anymore!"

"Junior brother... calm down!" Chen Tianxiang knew that once his junior brother was in a state of extreme tension, the girl's heart sealed in his body would not stop flooding. For the sake of the reputation of the Seven Star Sect and the eyes of the teachers and students of the two schools, Chen Tianxiang's brain cells were running at a speed of 180 yards.

After a while, Principal Chen said in a deep voice: "Deputy General Administration Zhuo also has a Lingjian performance session, why not let Deputy General Administration Zhuo choose a student's spirit sword to demonstrate the Hundred-Step Flying Sword?"

Principal Jin's face returned to normal in an instant: "Senior brother is wise!"

Principal Chen: "..."

The corners of Wang Ling's mouth couldn't help twitching: "..."

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On the rostrum, Zhuo Yi stared at the ten spirit swords on the table, sweating coldly.

To be honest, this ending is much better than Zhuo Yi imagined. He really doesn't know how to cut through the air sword... But the Hundred Steps Flying Sword is actually acceptable. Whether the performance can be successfully completed now depends entirely on the fit between Zhuoyi and the ten spirit swords.

You must know that these spirit swords all have masters. If you want to completely listen to a stranger's words, it will test Zhuoyi's own sword control ability and a certain degree of courage...

As the Deputy General Administration of the Hundred Schools General Administration, if you make a mistake in this link, you will lose your face!

"I didn't expect the competition system to be changed this time. I originally wanted to take the opportunity to show Wang Meng and Wang Ji..." Lin Xiaoyu, who was sitting in his seat, sighed under the stage.

"It seems that Xiaoyu's sword-fighting skills have improved a lot!" Sun Rong smiled.

"That's right! Ever since Teacher Wang showed me the book "The Patriarch of the Devil's Way", it was like a dream come true from this book, and I realized the true meaning of the child and mother sword!"

"What's the truth?" Guo Hao raised his eyebrows.

"Double cheap, invincible in the world!"

"..."

"I don't know... Whose spirit sword will Senior Zhuo choose?"

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Zhuo Yi's eyes went back and forth on the ten spirit swords. Sun Rong's Olympian sword had already given birth to a sword spirit... It is impossible to control it in a short time. Zhuo Yi didn't even want to touch Lin Xiaoyu's sword. To control an unfamiliar spirit sword is a difficult task, this sword is enough to kill him...

The remaining spirit swords are Chen Chao's Li Chao, Guo Hao's Ghost Fang, Tang Jingze's Jade Blood, Fang Huaqing's Zhan Po and Liang Jia San Shao's Denglongjian series...

Wang Ling's eyes followed Zhuo Yi's.

The probability of choosing one out of ten should not choose Jingke, right?

Then, Zhuo Yi picked up the only small wooden sword on the rostrum: "The decision is yours!"

Wang Ling: "..."

Zhuo Yi naturally had his own considerations for choosing Jingke.

First, this sword looks the most harmless to humans and animals, no threat, and it looks like it is easy to control...

Second, that is the owner of this sword, Wang Ling.

Zhuo Yi thinks that this is a hint...

Holding Jing Ke in his hand, Zhuo Yi secretly made up his mind that he must perform well! If I can show it off with Master's Spirit Sword, I might be able to please Master!

"..."

Happy your sister! and also! Who is Tamar your master! Don't force yourself to be a teacher!

Wang Ling rubbed his brows with a headache, and now he only hoped that Jingke could restrain his strength in the hands of a stranger... He must not run away. Otherwise, if this sword goes down, everyone here will have to live in another city.

Although Wang Ling sounded a bit exaggerated, it was an indisputable fact.

It's true that Jingke is a small wooden sword... but its lethality is unquestionable.

Once, when he entered the gate of another world to save Old Man Li, Wang Ling used Jingke to cut off the head of the demon god. And Jing Ke, who was irrigated by the blood of the demon god, has also been tempered with unprecedented power. It was from that time that Jingke, like Wang Ling, was unable to suppress the power of the Great Desolation in his body.

The so-called spirit sword is like the main figure, this sentence is not without reason...

"Next, let's invite Mr. Zhuo Yi, the deputy head of the Hundred Schools General Administration, to bring you a wonderful performance of the hundred-step flying sword!" Seeing that Zhuo Yi had chosen the spirit sword, the hostess shouted loudly.

Zhuo Yi held Jing Ke in his hand, and with the thunderous applause of the audience, he slowly walked to the center of the playground...

On the rostrum, Sun Dakang frowned: "The owner of this sword is that classmate Wang Ling?"

Although Principal Chen next to him didn't know why the old secretary suddenly asked, he still replied, "Yes, it's Wang Ling. Wang Ling's family is relatively poor. My school is planning to organize home visits and raise funds to help."

The old secretary nodded with satisfaction: "Well done. No matter how poor you are, you can't be poor in education. We should let every student feel the care of the school and society, so that they can have a healthy growth of heart."

Beside them, the principals, directors, and teachers of the two schools couldn't help but nod their heads: "Secretary Sun's words are very true!"

"Well, comrades have worked hard. As usual, you should also pay more attention to the difficult students in the next school." As the old secretary spoke, he couldn't help but stare at the peach wood sword in Zhuo Yi's hand.

Is it an illusion?

He always felt that this sword... seemed a little special.