I have been living in the forest for hundreds of years, and the world calls me the master of the res

It's like sitting on the edge of the bed with the bride on her wedding night.

Full of nervousness and anxiety about what's to come.

This is how Zhu Chuan and the others feel at the moment.

The eight lead disciples were quickly divided.

There is still no one selected after the Qinglian Sword Sect.

Xiaowu is the only one in Qianluo Sect.

The other three cases are almost evenly divided.

The old temple leader saw that the disciples had finished dividing, and then he turned his attention to Song Siming and others.

"Ahem...do you have any recommendations?"

The old spectator asked.

Generally speaking, these five major sects do not recruit casual cultivators.

But the world of cultivation is about a worldly world.

Many seniors who travel abroad occasionally see independent practitioners with good potential.

A recommendation jade card will be issued to allow them to enter the sect.

These are old rules.

"Some...some."

Zhu Chuan quickly raised his hand, went to the old temple master and took out a jade token.

The old viewer took it and felt the message.

Then he threw the jade token towards the seat of Guhuamen.

After picking up the jade plaque, the female monk from the Guhua Sect waved her hands to Zhu Chuan and the others expressionlessly, gesturing for them to come over.

Seeing that things went well, Zhu Chuan's face suddenly showed a look of joy.

But as if he thought of something, he looked back and saw Song Siming still sitting on the steps.

He made a mouth shape to Song Siming.

It looks like the word "come on".

Song Siming felt warm in his heart and smiled at Zhu Chuan.

"Don't you three have any recommendations?"

Seeing that there were three more people on the field, the old spectator asked again.

"We don't have it. We want to challenge the sect!"

Song Siming was about to speak, but was overtaken by the two casual cultivators.

The two men and women took a step forward, and their auras continued to rise, as if in response to their determination.

"Okay, which one of you will try the skills of these three people?"

The old temple leader nodded to the two men and turned his attention to the uninterested representatives of the five major sects.

Everything has been done, they really don't want to stay here any longer.

"Let me do it!"

The foundation-building monks of the Great Yi Sect took the initiative to take over this life.

Anyway, every time when this stage comes, they are the ones who take action.

"As long as you can take three of his moves, you will have a chance to be selected into the sect."

The old patron narrowed his eyes and explained.

"Have the opportunity?"

Song Siming heard the mystery in the old temple master's words.

That is to say, even if the three of them can take three moves.

If you don't make eye contact with the five pill-forming monks, it's still useless.

Faced with such an outrageous thing, Song Siming couldn't help but put his hand on the hilt of his sword.

"Please, you three, I have placed a restriction here, you can do whatever you want!"

The old temple owner looked at Song Siming and retreated to the front door.

"Which one of you will come first?"

The foundation-building monk of the Great Yi Sect said softly.

That tone didn't take the three of them seriously at all.

Also, is the foundation-building monk afraid of the three Qi-refining monks?

"I'll come first!"

The man walked out first, his aura reaching its peak.

His face even turned red.

"Oh? The magical power of Nine Bulls and Two Tigers?

interesting! "

The foundation-building monks of the Great Yi Sect can see the opponent's approach at a glance.

His expression remained calm.

If a monk of the same realm knew this magical power, he would still be afraid of it.

but……

Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and his thin body swelled up like a balloon.

In the blink of an eye, the body nearly doubled in size.

The veins on his arms were exposed, and he looked like a fierce tiger.

This is the real power of nine cows and two tigers!

Immediately afterwards, he started running and punched the male Qi Refining monk fiercely!

"boom!"

The fists exploded, and Zhu Chuan and others who were watching couldn't help but cover their ears.

The punch from the qi refining monk caused qi and blood to surge in his body.

He retreated continuously, and more blood spilled from his mouth.

He seemed seriously injured.

"Your foundation is too poor, give up!

One more punch and I'm afraid you'll lose all your foundation! "

The foundation-building monk of the Great Yi Sect shook his head and said.

He only used seven points of strength, but the opponent received every punch so awkwardly.

There is no point in fighting anymore.

There is no sect here that would want him.

“And you, you’re not here either.

Do you really think we can't tell you took the secret medicine? "

The Great Yi Sect's foundation-building cultivator turned his attention to the red-faced Qi Refining female cultivator, and said in a cold tone.

Who dares to ask someone who wants to muddle through?

When the two casual cultivators heard this, they immediately looked desperate.

It took a lot of effort to get here, but I didn’t expect this result.

The two of them looked at each other as if resigned to their fate, sighed and left together.

If possible, who would be willing to be the lost dog?

Seeing the two people leaving, Song Siming was the only one left at this moment.

Almost everyone's eyes fell on Song Siming.

"Come on, guest officer!"

Unlike Zhu Chuan, Xiao Wu can only convey positive energy with his eyes.

Since she didn't know Song Siming's name, she shouted loudly.

"You girl!"

The female monk of Qianluo Sect turned around and rubbed Xiao Wu's cheek, signaling her not to speak.

Song Siming, who heard Xiao Wu's shout, raised his hand towards Xiao Wu.

Then he slowly came to the foundation-building monk of the Great Yi Sect.

"Can I go to the Qinglian Sword Sect if I defeat you?"

Song Siming bowed his hands politely, then raised his head and asked seriously.

"what?"

The foundation-building monk thought he had heard wrongly, and his expression became a little stunned for a moment.

Not only him, but all the disciples in front of the hall were also slightly stunned.

"Pfft..."

After they reacted, they couldn't help but chuckle, as if they had heard a joke.

Only the two monks from the Qinglian Sword Sect looked at Song Siming silently.

“I can’t make the decision.

But before you speak big words, you have to think about the consequences first! "

The foundation-building monk also wanted to laugh a little.

But thinking that a Qi Refining monk dared to despise him so much, I felt a little angry.

This is the first time he has heard such words after practicing Taoism for so long.

It was said by a Qi refining monk.

This kid must know how many eyes Lord Ma has!

After thinking about it, he punched out with all his strength, hoping to take down Song Siming in one fell swoop.

"Fourth level of foundation building, I fight often!"

Song Siming saw a fist as big as a casserole hit his face.

Images of countless competitions with senior brothers and sisters flashed through his mind.

"Zheng!"

The spiritual sword suddenly came out of its sheath and let out a clear sound.

Then it turned into dozens of rays of mysterious light, which together rotated wildly, making a "wuwu" sound, blocking the monk's full punch.

The monk felt a huge force coming from his fist, which deflected his punch.

His offensive was actually rebounded?

The monk's eyes were extremely shocked.

You must know that this is the power he has blessed under the magical power of Nine Bulls and Two Tigers.

One punch can really kill several cows!

"Do you look down on me so much?

Dare you be so distracted? "

Song Siming made a sword finger with his left hand and threw the spiritual sword with his right hand.

As soon as the spiritual sword reached mid-air, it split into hundreds of mysterious light swords and quickly surrounded Song Siming.

The seventh level of the Xuanguang Sword Technique, the Light Splitting Technique!

"Roar!"

The hundred swords turned into a swimming dragon, and with a wave of Song Siming's sword, it roared towards the foundation-building monk!

"Tips for carving insects!"

When the foundation-building monk saw the menacing sword dragon approaching, his eyes flashed fiercely.

He immediately mobilized his whole body's spiritual power and channeled it into his fists, hoping to smash the sword dragon into pieces with one punch!

However, as soon as he punched out, the stegosaurus suddenly shone brightly in front of him.

He felt dazzled for a while, and could not see the way ahead for a while.

But Song Siming's breath hit his face, so shocked that he quickly used his body-protecting magical power.

But the next moment, he felt the world spin for a while, and his body flew out involuntarily.

He opened his eyes with difficulty and saw Song Siming staring at him expressionlessly from above.

Before he could react, Song Siming stepped hard on his chest before his body hit the ground.

The foundation-building monk felt a huge force coming from him, and his thick body hit the ground directly. The floor tiles cracked and flew out, forming a big pit.

Song Siming thought this was not enough, so he used his strength to rush into the air.

With a wave of his hand, the spiritual light sword that had been scattered suddenly transformed into a sword dragon again.

Roaring and falling towards the foundation-building monk who was struggling to get up!

"Boy, don't be too complacent!"

He angrily used all his spiritual power to tear the stegosaurus alive.

Then he grabbed Song Siming and beat him up!

As a result, as soon as he swung his fist, the incoming Stegosaurus erupted with another burst of dazzling light.

"You are the only one who can be fooled twice in a row!"

Song Siming looked at the embarrassed Great Yi Sect's foundation-building monks with disdain in his heart.

Then he jumped up with his sword in hand, and transformed the aura sword that was really lurking around the foundation-building monk into a stegosaurus again.

The sword dragon suddenly opened its mouth, bit the monk's body, and took him straight into the sky.

Then it spread out suddenly, turning into countless flying swords and stabbing the monk's body back and forth.

"what……"

Under such an offensive, the body-protecting magical power of the foundation-building monk was also defeated.

Countless flying swords continued to create countless wounds on his body, and blood splattered like rain, which was shocking to see.

Song Siming's eyes were like lightning at this moment.

He stepped on the flying sword and turned into a black shadow, coming over the monk again.

Reaching out his hand, Song Siming grabbed the other person's throat and drove his thick body to the ground with force.

"boom!"

Under the huge impact, a dust mist was brought out, and the entire Xunxian Temple trembled.

Song Siming's figure flashed out of the dust and mist.

With a wave of his hand, the flying swords in mid-air fell like raindrops.

With endless killing intent, he rushed straight towards the frightened Foundation Establishment monk!

"That's enough, little friend."

At this moment, an elegant figure appeared on the scene.

He waved his right hand lightly, and a strong wind passed by, blowing away all the falling sword rain.

Seeing this, Song Siming stretched out his right hand.

Just hearing the sound of "dang", a spiritual sword suddenly returned to Song Siming's hand.

"I want to join the Qinglian Sword Sect, is that okay?"

Song Siming didn't even look at the person from the Great Yi Sect.

His eyes only fell on the two men from the Qinglian Sword Sect in the middle of the hall.

"Guest officer..."

Xiao Wu was almost dumbfounded. Is this a monk?

The female Qianluo Sect disciple next to her felt more emotions than Xiao Wu.

Crossing the realm to confront the enemy, what kind of monster is this person in front of me!

Not only her, but also the representatives of various sects sitting at the table had expressions of shock on their faces.

Especially the old viewer’s eyes were already shining.

I can't wait to capture Song Siming immediately for study.

At this time, the two people from Qinglian Sword Sect finally made a move.

The foundation-building woman stepped forward and stared at Song Siming closely.

"That's my senior brother Xu Qi's spiritual sword. How did it fall into your hands?"

She said with a slightly sad look on her face.

……