The First Immortal of Ancient Times

Haoran Hall is the most solemn place in Jiange!

This is a magnificent sword palace. The square outside the palace is vast and majestic. →

but.

What impressed Yun Xiao the most was the green-gold plaque on the door of the palace!

There are four big characters on it.

Every stroke and stroke is like the edge of a sword.

"The majesty lasts forever!"

Yun Xiao muttered silently.

To be honest, the majestic sword palace, green mountains, flying clouds, and fairy sounds in front of him were the place where he dreamed of cultivating immortals when he was young!

Now, it can be considered complete!

He and Cai Maomao arrived in front of Haoran Hall.

At this moment, the sun was rising, dawn was breaking in the sky, and the morning mist was filling the air. A group of more than ten people were standing in front of the Haoran Hall, waiting for him.

"So many people?" Yun Xiao was slightly startled.

Cai Maomao smiled awkwardly and said, "Not many! These are the only people in our Jiange now."

Each of the seven sword peaks has thousands of sword cultivators!

In this comparison, the former Qinghun main line is indeed a bit depressed.

"It's coming! It's coming! This is Yun Xiao, the new disciple of Jiange, Junior Brother Yun!"

Cai Maomao went up and introduced him warmly.

The one he respects the most is an old man in gray!

The old man had white beard and hair, and was highly respected. Cai Maomao called him 'Grandpa Qin'.

Grandpa Qin is smiling and his eyes are cloudy. He should be a blind man!

In addition to Grandpa Qin, there are three elders, two men and one woman, all middle-aged sword cultivators.

They are divided into surnames Zhou, Zheng and Wang.

There are also some Jiange disciples, all of the same age.

Cai Maomao pointed at a beautiful woman wearing a green sword robe and said: "Junior Brother Yun, this Senior Sister Qin Tong and Qin are Grandpa Qin's granddaughter and my future Taoist companion... The others are all single!"

"Who is your Taoist companion? You are so shameless?" Qin Tong'e raised her eyebrows and chased Cai Maomao and beat her up.

Everyone was used to their banter and laughed.

"Junior Brother Yun's appearance is like that of a heavenly being!" Luo Jiang, a disciple of Jiange, was full of admiration and said to Yun Xiao.

"It's no exaggeration to say... I can see that senior brother is confused." Luo Hai scratched his head and laughed.

There were a few female disciples who were also a little shy. They looked Yun Xiao up and down and discussed in low voices.

"So handsome."

"I didn't expect that a man's appearance could be so extraordinary."

"If there really is someone in this world who can become an immortal, I think he should be as handsome and handsome as this!"

There's no way!

Yun Xiao looked in the mirror and felt that the skin of the Good Fortune Immortal was absolutely amazing.

We meet on the road to immortality, why should we have known each other before?

After chatting briefly for a while, Yun Xiao got involved with them.

"You are superficial. Not only is my junior brother Yun good-looking, but he is also unique in talent!" Cai Maomao hooked Yun Xiao's shoulders and boasted repeatedly.

"oh?"

The smiling Grandpa Qin asked: "Yun Xiao, have you tested the sword soul on the way to heaven? What level is it?"

"Back to Grandpa Qin, the sword-bearing stone exploded." Yun Xiao said.

Everyone was stunned for a while.

"I understand, Yun Xiao is the sword spirit who was tested together with Jiang Yue, the peerless prodigy of the No. 1 Sword Peak."

When Elder Zhou talked about the girl, there was also a certain amount of awe in his eyes.

"For the first time in the history of Qinghun, there is an immortal with a broken sword..."

Although this matter was discussed hotly all night, it still shocked everyone when it was brought up again.

"Forget it! My junior brother Yun is the first to climb to heaven, step on that Jiang Yue, and get the five-hundred-year demon bone reward!" Cai Maomao curled his lips and said. →

"real?"

Everyone in Jiange really didn’t know about this.

Jiang Yue's incident last night caused a sensation in Qinghun, and no one mentioned being number one on the road to heaven.

Grandpa Qin said with a smile: "It seems that Yun Xiao is very capable!"

"Indeed!" Qin Tong nodded.

"Who dares to say that Junior Brother Yun is a vase? Who am I to worry about?" Cai Maomao said.

"Junior Brother Yun can defeat a 'Super Kaiyang' immortal like Jiang Yue once in his life. He is worthy of pride!" A purple-clothed girl named Zhou Zi sighed with emotion.

Grandpa Qin said again: "Yun Xiao, can you let everyone take a look at your sword soul?"

What kind of capital does a sword cultivator have? You will know it as soon as the sword spirit shines.

"Can!"

Yun Xiao stretched out his palm.

A three-foot blue sword spirit rotated gently in his hand, with strong energy surging.

"Qinglian Sword Spirit?"

The appearance of this sword soul is indeed universal!

In terms of sword spirit quality, Yun Xiao is at the "bottom" of the sword pavilion.

Therefore, he thought to himself that the eyes of everyone in Jiangge would be very disappointing...

"Not bad! It's really good!"

Unexpectedly, they actually praised him.

"Yun Xiao, you have just started, and you already have nine levels of sword strength, which is already higher than the three elders!"

"It seems that in addition to the five-hundred-year-old demon bones, you have also fulfilled your duty of slaying demons and killing many monsters!"

Grandpa Qin couldn't see it, but he probably knew it through the induction of Gang Qi.

"Yes, it's really a nine-level sword!"

"This Gang Qi is too strong..."

"Although the quality of my sword spirit is higher than that of Junior Brother Yun, it only has three levels of sword strength, and the lethality of my sword spirit is far inferior to his!" Qin Tong said in surprise.

"Yes!" Grandpa Qin nodded with satisfaction and said earnestly to Yun Xiao: "Son, the quality of the sword does not matter. Who said that a low sword cannot rule the roost? Quality is a shackle given by God, and sword strength is the road to heaven for us mortals! You Don’t be discouraged!”

"Understood." Yun Xiao nodded.

"Indeed! A nine-level sword is no longer afraid of a Kaiyang-level sword..." Elder Zheng said with emotion. She is the only female sword cultivator among the sword pavilion elders.

"Good! Very good! Our sword pavilion has a talented sword cultivator!" Grandpa Qin was very happy.

He took out a green and black Sword Pavilion disciple token, handed it to Yun Xiao, and said solemnly: "Yun Xiao, carve your name on this sword tablet. From now on, Sword Pavilion will be your backing, and we will be your guide to the immortal path." , the other disciples are your brothers and sisters! We share weal and woe!"

"yes!"

Yun Xiao took the sword card with both hands.

"Once you enter the green soul, you will always be a green soul!"

Grandpa Qin’s voice was hoarse, and these eight words carried the story of his life.

The word "Jiange" is engraved on the green front of the sword medal.

Yun Xiao held the Heaven Burial Sword Soul and carved the word 'Yun Xiao' on the black back!

From now on, he is Jiange and Yunxiao!

When the last stroke was finished, the young disciples around him smiled.

"It has been three years, and Jiange finally has a new disciple!"

"Junior Brother Yun, the most handsome Qinghun, is there nothing wrong with me?" Cai Maomao said excitedly.

"It's none of your business to be handsome!" Qin Tong rolled his eyes.

"Ha ha……"

Grandpa Qin laughed for a while, and then said to the three elders: "Everyone, where is the initiation ceremony?"

"I'll go first."

Elder Zhou took a step forward and looked at the young man, his eyes gleaming with light.

He made a decision, gritted his teeth and took out a jade bottle from his arms!

"Jiange has been in poverty for three years. Old Zhou and I are short of money. I only give you this 'Longquan Pill'. May you be with the sword in your life. Like your name, fly over the clouds and live a happy life!" Elder Zhou handed over the jade bottle. In the hands of Yun Xiao.

"Longquan Dan!"

The other disciples were somewhat envious when they heard this.

"Elder Zhou..." Yun Xiao looked at the jade bottle in his hand, and his heart moved slightly.

"What? You don't like him?" Elder Zhou asked with a smile.

"No, I can't afford it!" Yun Xiao said.

Although Longquan Pill is not as good as Shenhai Pill, this kind of pill that can boost Longquan's magic power is already painful for ordinary elders to part with.

"No need! When a man cultivates immortality, he should learn the first step first, and be careful not to do it to his mother-in-law." Elder Zhou patted him on the shoulder.

"What? You still look down on us women cultivating Taoism?" Elder Zheng came forward, gave another jade bottle, then raised his eyebrows and said: "If you dare not accept a Longquan Pill, you just look down on women!"

Yun Xiao: "..."

The last fat elder Wang also gave Yun Xiao a Longquan Pill. He smiled at Yun Xiao and said with emotion: "My lord, he is so handsome!"

"You guys have such a high tone, I can't be stingy."

Grandpa Qin took out a larger jade bottle, threw it to Yun Xiao and said, "Next, three more."

There are six Longquan Pills in total!

They were placed in Yun Xiao's hands, heavy.

Yun Xiao looked at the elders and was speechless for a moment.

"My child, you are the first disciple of Jiange in three years. For everyone, you are a wonderful sustenance, so there is no need to be burdened."

"We cultivators, seeing the decline of our inheritance, always have some obsessions in our hearts, can you understand?"

Grandpa Qin said seriously.

"But, they..."

Yun Xiao turned back to look at his senior brothers and sisters.

He knew that they must not have received so much 'love'.

It was obvious that they were envious.

"Junior Brother Yun." Qin Tong glanced at everyone and then said to him: "You are the younger brother. We are senior brothers and sisters. I wish you a bright future... This is only right!"

"Yes, yes."

"Take it!"

"If you don't accept it, give me two." Cai Maomao's eyes bleed with envy.

"Get out!" Qin Tong pinched his mouth.

"Woooo...murder your husband!" Cai Maomao shouted.

In front of Haoran Hall, there were bursts of laughter again.

Yun Xiao looked at them, who were pure, and there were a few virtuous and ambitious elders.

He suddenly felt that he was lucky to be pushed to the sword pavilion by those seven sword peaks!

"It turns out that building roads is not cruel, only people are cruel!"

"And people are all different."

Yun Xiao gently accepted the six Longquan Pills!

Following these six pills, his heart was completely fixed on the green mountains and green waters.

"You three, I leave Yun Xiao's introduction to the Immortal Path to you." Grandpa Qin said to the three elders.

"I am good at flying swords, and I can teach him how to fly swords." Elder Zheng said with a soft smile.

"I'm good at wielding a sword. I can teach him a sword-handling technique to attack and kill him at close range." Elder Zhou said.

"As for the art of wielding a sword and flying into the sky, just teach it to me, Old Wang!" Elder Wang said with a naive smile.

Yun Xiao looked at his tonnage and then thought about how he could fly into the sky with his sword.

"Ahem!"

Although it was a bit rude, he still thought of a word, Sword Flying Pig...

"But, having said that, although I have sword spirit, I have never practiced the skills of flying swords, palm swords, and sword control. Whether it is flying swords to transform and kill people, or palm swords for close combat, or using swords to roam the world, that's all. Extremely important!”

These are all things that Qinghun can give him.

The ancient bronze coffins of Chi Yue and Lan Xing only recorded the most peak techniques of the Tao realm, and did not include these basic fighting techniques.

In other words, these three elders are all immortal teachers!

"Yun Xiao, first thank Grandpa Qin, and then thank the three elders."

Yun Xiao's heart burned.

"When can you start practicing swordsmanship?" Elder Zhou asked directly.

"I'm ready at any time!" Yun Xiao said.

"Elder Zhou, Junior Brother Yun is living with me temporarily." Cai Maomao said proudly.

"Okay, then you bring him to my place every morning to practice the 'sword-handling technique'." Elder Zhou said.

"Practice sword control in the afternoon." Elder Wang said.

"The sky is misty at night, which is suitable for flying sword attacks. You can bring Yun Xiao to me." Elder Zheng said.

They... are very responsible!

I can't wait to lead Yunxiao up to build the road.

Haoran Palace!

Yun Xiao took another look at the words 'Long-lived majesty' on the plaque.

"I heard in Fanchen that Jiange is the character of Qinghun!"

Today, Yun Xiao felt it.

The majesty lasts forever!

Green mountains and flying birds, white clouds and mist, clear springs and flowing water, swords swinging in all directions... He likes it here!

However!

But someone ruined the atmosphere at this time.

Whoosh!

A group of sword cultivators are coming!

They were flying at low altitude, and their swords swept through the dense forest of the sword pavilion, causing birds and beasts to flee in all directions, and branches and leaves torn apart.

It's extremely rude!

clank!

A group of more than 20 people landed in front of Haoran Hall one after another, raising a cloud of dust and rushing toward the people in Jiange Pavilion.

They have sarcastic smiles on their faces!

"He's from the Eight Swords Club..."

Elder Zhou's eyes changed slightly.

"What are you doing here?" Grandpa Qin's face was as frosty as ice.

"As expected, these First Sword Lord's thugs are here to force our sword pavilion to disband and drive us out of Qinghun..."

Anger surged like fire in Elder Zheng's voice.

"Only relying on the 'Eight Swords' to win the championship?" Elder Wang gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, "If you dare to demolish the sword pavilion, I will risk my life with them!"

Eight Swords Club?

Yun Xiao had never heard of this force.

Also, isn't it the Seven Swords aspiration?

He retreated to the back of Grandpa Qin and stood with a group of senior brothers and sisters.

"Zhou Zi, go and call you Senior Sister Zhao." Elder Zheng whispered to the female disciple in purple.

"Yes!" Zhou Zi left quietly.

At this time, the group of more than 20 people had strode to the front of Haoran Hall.

The first person is a middle-aged man wearing a red sword robe!

He has a long beard, his eyes are like fire, his breathing is like practicing, and he walks with the steps of a dragon and a tiger, which is very domineering.

"He is the third sword master 'Wu Wu'!"

Cai Maomao said in Yun Xiao's ear with a disgusted tone.

The third sword master?

Yun Xiao knew that there were seven sword peaks in Qinghun, and the leader of each sword peak was the Sword Master!

"Elder Wu?"

Yun Xiao didn't know the third sword master, but he knew the person next to him!

That man was a vulgar-looking man. He was none other than Elder Wu Yuwu who represented the Third Sword Peak on the sword-carrying platform.

At that time, he and Yao Qingqian got close!

Except for the Third Sword Master and Elder Wu Yu, most of the others are elders, over thirty-five years old, with sharp eyes and malicious smiles on their faces.

"Blind Qin, I haven't seen you for a long time. Didn't I think you were still alive and well?" The third sword master smiled and said the first words that made everyone in Jiangge feel angry.

"That's natural. I have accumulated virtues throughout my life, and it is reasonable for me to live until now. But you, Wu Wu, have done everything you can to live up to my age. If you want to live to my age, you may have to be reincarnated several times." Grandpa Qin stroked his long beard and said with a smile.

"Haha, you are really humorous." The Third Sword Master smiled heartily, but a trace of fiery anger flashed in his eyes, which could not be hidden from Yun Xiao's eyes.

"Wu Yu, take out the roster." The Third Sword Master stretched out his hand.

"Yes, Sword Master!"

Elder Wu took out a bamboo slip and handed it to the Third Sword Master.

"Uncle Qin, you don't need to be nervous. We came to Jiange today not to move things. We are just going through the process of 'Seven Swords Quest' and filling in the list of participating disciples in Jiange." The Third Sword Master said with a dumb smile.

"Wu Wu!" Grandpa Qin's face suddenly turned cold, and he said in a deep voice, "Don't you know how to count? Qinghun only has eight swords to win the championship, not seven swords!"

Hearing this, Yun Xiao asked Cai Maomao next to him in a low voice: "Eight Swords aspiration? Is there any difference?"

"There has never been a Seven Swords contender. These bitches deliberately insulted us..." Cai Maomao gritted his teeth.

No need to elaborate, Yun Xiao understands himself.

At this time, the third sword master said with a playful smile: "Yes, yes, if you want to win the Eight Swords, let's win the Eight Swords. After you sign up for the roster, we will leave. This time we will not take away a single needle or thread."

There was something implicit in his words, and the senior brothers and sisters next to Yun Xiao were all filled with anger.

Elder Zhou went up and was about to take over the roster when the Third Sword Master suddenly withdrew, leaving Elder Zhou with an empty spot.

"You?" Elder Zhou frowned.

"I suddenly thought that I don't need to trouble Elder Zhou to write. Since Jiange is so courageous, all disciples of the right age should participate in the battle, right?" the Third Sword Master said with a smile.

"Pfft!" Elder Wu Yu laughed and said, "Yes! After all, the disciples here can't make up ten crooked melons and cracked dates. It's just a few strokes, I can just help Elder Zhou fill it in."

"Okay, then fill in! All members of the Jiange will join the battle!" Elder Zhou looked at the group of smiling tigers, and the nails under his sleeves were almost embedded in the flesh.

Elder Wu Yu really took over the roster.

Just as he was about to write, he suddenly raised his eyebrows and pretended to be surprised: "It's terrible, something big has happened!"

"What's causing Elder Wu to make such a fuss?" The corners of the Third Sword Master's mouth raised, with a sarcastic look in his eyes.

"Tsk, tsk, this is really troublesome." Elder Wu Yu shook his head and sighed.

"Elder Wu, what do you say?" asked other members of the Eight Swords Association.

"I calculated with my fingers that Zhao Xuanran is twenty-two this year, which is too old. She can't participate in the Eight Swords Championship. As a result, Jiange will not have a 'sword leader' this year!" Elder Wu Yu looked regretful.

"There is no sword head? According to the 'Green Soul Dao Rules', Jiange is not qualified to participate in the championship!"

"The main line of Qinghun has no chance of even being at the bottom of the Eight Swords?"

The expressions of the people in the Eight Swords Club are intriguing.

"How is that possible?" The Third Sword Master looked shocked, "Wu Yu, don't talk nonsense. How does a sword vein have to decline to be unable to participate in the Eight Swords Championship? Then Qinghun has never Will the Eight Swords Championship with someone absent be changed to the Seven Swords Championship from now on?"

"Sword Lord! It's a trivial matter not to be able to participate in the battle. According to the 'Green Soul Law', there is another even more heartbreaking thing!" Elder Wu Yu said with a bitter look on his face.

"Painful?" The Third Sword Master was startled, and he patted Elder Wu Yu's shoulder heavily and said, "Come on, please explain clearly to the fellow kendo compatriots in the sword pavilion, what is it called sad?"

Elder Wu Yu cleared his throat, coughed twice, and said seriously: "Back then, our eight swordsmen forces gathered in Qinghun Cave Paradise to form an alliance of swordsmanship sects and established eight 'Qinghun Dao Rules'!"

"Article 8 states-"

"If one of the eight sword veins is so weak that it cannot even participate in the Eight Swords Summit, we will disband on the spot and get out of Qinghun Cave!"

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