True Immortal of the Netherworld

On the ridge of Eternal Life Mountain, a young man in green climbed the long black steps alone.

The wind in front of me suddenly became violent.

"The wind spirit power here is so abundant that it is comparable to the strong air flow generated by monks using wind-attribute spells to fight."

The skin on Xu Yang's face was pulled back by the strong wind, the corners of his clothes flew to his head, and even the entire long steps under his feet seemed to be blown up by the wind.

From a distance, it looks like a brave young man standing on the back of a huge black dragon, soaring into the sky with strong winds.

Xu Yang's consciousness moved, and an earth-gold body protective light shield fell in front of him. There are golden mountain patterns flashing on the surface of the mask, which isolates the incoming wind.

His upward steps were still steady, and he didn't know how far he had gone.

"What's that? A giant sword?"

Directly in front, a huge sword blocked the way, half of the sword's blade penetrated directly into the mountain.

Waves of wind-attributed spiritual power spilled out from the surface of the giant sword, swirling and dancing, as if declaring territory.

I don't know whether it was the strong wind that flicked the sword's blade, or the sword's blade stirred up the strong wind. The buzzing sound was as harsh as the roar of an eagle.

"No wonder the wind on the mountain is so strong. It turns out that this giant sword is causing trouble."

Xu Yang clearly saw three large characters "Fengsong Palace" engraved on the surface of the giant sword.

"Fengsong Palace is another temple of the underworld. I guess the Hades guarding Fengsong Palace should be a sword cultivator, and the restriction there is that you can only use swordsmanship to fight. Fortunately, I have the Devil May Cry Sword, so I can't fight now. It’s a loss.” Xu Yang thought to himself.

Just then, the Wheel of Fortune appeared again.

"Wheel of Fortune, the world of inner demons." A hoarse, annoying voice sounded as promised.

Xu Yang frowned slightly, quickly came to the Wheel of Fortune, stretched out a finger and tapped it.

"I really hate the feeling of being controlled by the wheel of fortune. Although Hibiscus's three souls and seven souls are preserved in the prayer bottle, they still need to be resurrected as soon as possible to be safe. And if I have questions along the way, I will answer them on the mountain of Eternal Life Mountain. Find the answer."

The wheel of fortune spins, and various patterns alternate rapidly.

With a ding, the wheel of fortune stopped.

"This is it?" Xu Yang saw the pattern on the Wheel of Fortune, and his heart skipped a beat in his throat.

He took a step forward and looked again: "Isn't this Master Ning Tianqi?"

On the fixed pattern, there is a young man in gray clothes. His facial features are the same as Ning Tianqi of Tiangui Sect, but he looks much younger.

"In the Huangquan Hall, I met "Bai Shaojie". In the Blood Slaughter Hall, I met "Tu Sanli". In the Fengsong Hall, I actually met the Master "Ning Tianqi". There must be some connection, or there is an unspeakable secret People's secrets." Xu Yang's mind turned around and he couldn't figure it out.

"Congratulations to this challenger for choosing the protagonist of Wheel of Fortune. You will get the right to change the character's destiny twice. The character's name is Ning Tian. Gender is male. Age is twenty-three years old." The prompt of Wheel of Fortune sounded. Xu Yang's thoughts were interrupted.

"This person's name is Ning Tian, ​​and there is only one same character difference between his name and the master's name."

In Tiangui Sect, Xu Yang was only Ning Tianqi's registered disciple, but he gave him a lot of care.

Moreover, Ning Tianqi's daughter Ning Lin'er is Xu Yang's confidante. One can imagine the importance that Ning Tianqi holds in Xu Yang's heart.

Xu Yang held his breath and guarded his mind.

A powerful suction force was thrown from the Wheel of Fortune, gripping his body like a giant hand and pulling him into the alien space of the Wheel of Fortune.

The wheel of fortune spins and disappears.

boom!

Where Xu Yang just stood, stone chips flew everywhere.

The hard black stone ground seemed to be torn apart by eagle claws, leaving three deep ravines.

...

In the northwest of the underworld, there is a grand canyon.

Legend has it that the other end of the canyon leads to the Wind Hell, the forbidden area of ​​the underworld. At the entrance of the canyon, wind disasters rage all year round.

Although strong winds can bring disaster, they also bring inexhaustible wind-attributed spiritual power. A hundred miles away is famous for the abundance of wind-attributed spiritual stones.

The Kingdom of Wind is located a hundred miles south of the Grand Canyon.

Because there is a high mountain called Qitian Peak blocking the country, wind disasters rarely occur in the Kingdom of Wind, but it can enjoy the wealth brought by the Fengling Stone Mine.

There is a mansion in the south city of the Central County of the Kingdom of Wind. On the door plaque of the mansion, the words "Ningfu" are engraved in golden letters.

At this time, in the square in the inner courtyard of Ning Mansion, the clan leader wearing a black satin brocade robe was lecturing the clan members in front of him.

"When it comes to sword-making skills, the entire underworld belongs to our Kingdom of Wind. When it comes to sword-making skills in the entire Kingdom of Wind, our Ning Mansion has a place."

"Next month, our annual sword-making competition in the Kingdom of Wind will begin. Any sword-smith who is over eighteen years old but not more than thirty years old and has not participated in previous sword-making competitions can participate."

"Although the sword-making competition tests newcomers, the results will also highlight the status and honor of each sword-making family. Naturally, our Ning family will not be absent. In last year's sword-making competition, the contestants sent by our Ning family won the A great result for second place.”

"Everyone here today is a qualified young tribesman. In order to select the best candidate to represent our Ning Mansion, a preliminary election will be held among you."

"I hope everyone will participate enthusiastically. This era always belongs to young people."

When the patriarch mentioned his excitement, he raised his arms and shouted: "In the sword-making competition, Ningfu will take the lead. In the sword-making competition, Ningfu will take the lead."

The crowd in the square shouted in unison.

"In the sword-making competition, Ning Mansion takes the top spot."

"In the sword-making competition, Ning Mansion takes the lead."

The clan leader waved his hand, and the cheers stopped.

Afterwards, the clan leader came to the field to greet the crowd and encourage them to participate.

A young man wearing gray cloth stood in the crowd. His dull-colored clothes looked out of place with the colorful blue and green crowd around him.

When the young man in gray clothes saw the clan leader walking towards this side, he had a complicated expression on his face, took a few steps back, and wanted to turn around and leave.

The patriarch's eyes were like hooks that found him in the crowd.

"Ning Tian." The clan leader said loudly.

"Grandpa Patriarch, Ning Tian is here." The young man in gray clothes, who was called Ning Tian, ​​quickly stepped forward, clasped his fists respectfully, and agreed.

"Ning Tian, ​​how old are you this year?" the clan leader asked.

"Twenty to three." Ning Tian replied respectfully.

"My swordsmiths in the Ning Mansion are required to wear elegant sword-making uniforms on formal occasions. Judging from the color of your elegant clothing, you are only a trainee sword-making attendant at the age of twenty-three." The clan leader shook his head slightly.

"Ning Tian has a stupid talent. Although he has been practicing the sword-making skills inherited from Ning Mansion for many years, he has not made any progress. Now, he is just an inferior sword-making attendant, still an intern." Ning Tian lowered his head.

"Keep your head up. I, the disciples of the Ning Mansion, have always kept their heads high and will not be discouraged by the failure in front of them." The clan leader raised his voice.

"Ning Tian knows." Ning Tian straightened his back, but still lowered his head, not daring to look directly at the patriarch of the clan opposite him.

"Let me tell you this, there are eight direct descendants of my Ning family in your generation. The only ones who meet the age of eighteen and have not participated in the sword-making conference are you and Ning Yu. As a model for the family, the direct descendants of our Ning family should not be absent from the annual sword-making conference. You should be prepared to participate in the Ning family's preliminary sword-making test," the clan leader said in an unquestionable tone.

"Ning Tian should do his best." The young man mustered up his courage and raised his head.

Ning Tian was not confident in his heart: "Ning Yu is a well-known genius swordsmith in our Ning family. He advanced to the rank of official swordsmith when he was only seven years old. If he participates in the competition this time, he will definitely get a good ranking. . As for me, I’m just going through the motions.”

"Well," the clan leader nodded slightly and patted Ning Tian on the shoulder with one hand, "This is what young people should look like."

A smile appeared on the patriarch's face and he continued:

"It's sunny and sunny today. I'm going to go to the Bai Mansion in Beicheng to discuss the Swordsmith Competition. It will take two days to come and go, so I won't urge you to prepare for the exam. You have to encourage yourself."

Ning Tian raised his head and looked at the sky. The blue sky was like a mirror, with the scorching sun in the sky, and he said:

"Grandpa Patriarch, Ning Tian asks you to bring rain gear when you go out this time, because there will be a heavy rain at 3:00 noon. Moreover, it may rain in the direction of Beicheng in the next three days."

"Oh, really?" The clan leader put up an arbor with his hands and looked up at the sky, "Is it clearly cloudless? Ning Tian, ​​although there are unpredictable weather conditions, today is indeed a good weather. Okay, I promise you to bring it with you Just wear rain gear.”

Seeing the clan leader's promise to him, Ning Tian showed a happy smile on his lips and said, "Grandpa clan leader, have a nice journey."

The patriarch turned and left, thinking to himself:

"Ning Tian is a kind-hearted child, but unfortunately he was born without a sense of touch and cannot sense changes in temperature. For a swordsmith, it is impossible to forge a good sword without precise control of temperature. Ning Tian, ​​I am not sure I want you to participate in the swordsmith competition, just because I don’t want you to lose your passion for life. What else can we, the children of Ning Mansion, do if we don’t become swordsmiths?”

Sure enough, at three quarters to noon, a heavy rain fell.

Although Ning Tian has no sense of touch and cannot sense temperature, he has an extraordinary sense of the flow of wind.

Based on the slight changes in the wind, he can accurately judge the weather changes in the next three days, but that's about it. He never showed off his ability to others.

Since Ning Tian's rank is only a trainee sword-making attendant, he is not qualified to participate in the sword-making master competition on his own. He can only participate as the sword-making master's assistant.

For the sake of fairness, the assistants are randomly drawn in this preliminary selection of swordsmiths.

"What? The assistant I drew is Ning Tian?" A young man in blue brocade looked at the nameplate he drew and looked disappointed. "Ning Tian is born with no sense of touch. He is the worst person I have ever seen. Assistant, and he only has the rank of trainee attendant."

The boy in blue thought for a while, curled his lips and said:

"Forget it, I, Ning Yu, don't need any assistants at all, and I can get the first place in the preliminary examination. The only one who can represent the Ning Mansion in the competition is me."

Seven days later, the first family trial of the sword-making competition was held in Ning Mansion.