The starting point is 900 million. What’s wrong if I drag it a little bit?

Sword cultivators from all over the world gathered in the Sword Sect's Sword Forging City. For such a first-class event, there were two Sword Sect disciples in the elixir formation stage standing at the gate of the city.

But even if there are only two disciples at the Danjie stage, casual cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage and above will all call them senior brothers when they pass by.

This is the position of Jian Zong, one of the Nine Holy Lands, in the hearts of sword cultivators.

Who doesn't know that the Sword Sect is the most difficult sect to enter among the Nine Holy Lands, and all its members are swordsmen. Every disciple who comes out of the Sword Sect will become a swordsman giant in the future.

The two sword cultivator disciples in the Dan-formation stage had their noses turned to the sky. Even the great monks in the out-of-body stage would not even look at them when they were greeted.

Sword cultivators all have a face that deserves a beating, so when there is a fight in the practice world, the sword cultivators are the first to be beaten.

Suddenly there was a commotion at the gate of Sword Forging City, and the noise of sword cultivators from the Western Zhou Dynasty came over.

As soon as he saw the excitement, Ouyang's eyes lit up. He took out the melon seeds from his storage bag and squeezed forward.

"Is your Sword Sect so bullying? Are you not allowed to enter if you are not a sword cultivator?" A young man wearing a blue robe pointed at the Jian Sect disciples and shouted loudly.

His expression was angry and unwilling, with a tone of grievance and suppressed crying, hoping to win the sympathy of the casual cultivators of the Western Zhou Dynasty.

It's a pity that no one liked him. The casual sword cultivators all looked on with cold eyes. Although the non-casual cultivators were a little touched in their hearts, they did not dare to make trouble within the scope of the Sword Sect.

The Sword Sect had made it clear when he announced it to the world that this Immortal Secret Realm was a grand event for sword cultivators, and ninety-nine percent of the casual cultivators who came this time were sword cultivators.

There were many non-sword cultivators like the young man who wanted to try their luck, but without exception they were blocked by the two Sword Sect disciples.

It is also very simple to distinguish between sword cultivators. The entry point to sword cultivators is sword energy. How can someone who cannot condense sword energy be called a sword cultivator?

Therefore, when a monk who is not a sword cultivator suddenly appears in the middle, the other casual sword cultivators will be unanimously exclusive.

There are so many people here, so the pressure of competition is great, and you are not a professional but you still come to join in the fun.

Who would want one more competitor?

Seeing that he could not win the resonance of the casual cultivators in the Western Zhou Dynasty, the young man looked like he was lost. He lowered his head and murmured to himself: "Is it possible that in this world of cultivation, except for the nine holy places, there is no way for us and other casual cultivators to survive?" Yet?"

Although the sound was small, it still reached the ears of the people nearby clearly, and resonance arose in their hearts as fellow cultivators.

Compared to the Nine Holy Lands, the cultivation resources they can obtain as casual cultivators are too few.

When they were still thinking about a low-grade spiritual stone, they heard that the nine holy places all used low-grade spiritual stones to pave their floors!

Is there any reason for this?

People do not suffer from scarcity but from inequality. On the contrary, this sentence of young people caused a lot of resonance.

The noisy voices in the Western Zhou Dynasty gradually became louder, and the noise was mixed with dissatisfaction with Jian Zong's tyranny.

"Way, a grown man can be so good at tea art?" Ouyang chewed melon seeds and stared at the young man's attribute panel, hesitating for a moment.

Name: Zhao Qiansun (son of luck)

Cultivation: Double level of pill formation

Root bone: 6

Charisma: 6

Lucky: 10+2

Divination qualifications: 10+1

Exclusive skill: The Art of Heavenly Evolution

Evaluation: Those with great luck can conquer the world!

Another chosen one, and this was the first time Ouyang saw an outstanding person with 12 attributes.

But Ouyang instinctively dislikes the young man in front of him. It is obvious that as long as he is kidnapped and returned to Qingyun Sect, the first task of his system can be achieved, but for some reason, he just can't like the young man in front of him.

The young man's appearance was not outstanding, but he was still pretty, and his eyes that rolled around and looked left and right from time to time made Ouyang feel very uncomfortable.

The one with great luck, the son of luck?

Tianyan technique?

It sounds like it is in line with my old man's requirements for recruiting disciples. His master's mastery of the Great Heavenly Expansion Technique can be regarded as a successor.

So why can't I like this young man?

Ouyang asked himself, but couldn't think of a reason.

Suddenly the young man spoke loudly: "I have a dream! I hope that there will be no separate cultivating sects in the world, and that all the cultivators in the world will pursue the path of immortality together!"

The sound was sonorous and powerful, making the casual cultivators feel excited!

"it is good!"

"well said!"

.....

The young man seemed to be infected by the emotions of the casual cultivators. A copper coin appeared in his hand, landed at his feet, and slowly flew half of the crowd out of the crowd. He said loudly: "I have a dream, that the casual cultivators in the world can send out their own With such a voice, casual cultivators can also get the respect they deserve!"

"it is good!!"

"Damn, that's how it should be!"

...

The casual cultivators had never seen this scene before. Someone actually stood up for them from the Sword Sect, one of the Nine Holy Lands!

And with no regard for his own safety, such a monk is the hero in everyone's heart!

The young man's impassioned speech was recognized by countless casual cultivators, and some even spontaneously rushed to the young man's side and acted as his bodyguard.

Standing in the crowd, Ouyang keenly caught the young man's erratic eyes. Even though his voice was passionate and full of emotions, he still couldn't hide his calculating heart.

"It's so interesting!" Ouyang finished eating the melon seeds in his hand, clapped his hands, and retreated from the crowd.

Standing next to Song Mu, he asked jokingly: "Wai, senior brother, if the Sword Sect doesn't say anything, Sword Forging City will be flooded."

Song Mu still glanced at the young man who was enthusiastically supported by countless casual cultivators, and said calmly: "It doesn't matter, let them make trouble, and I will take action!"

"Where does this guy's confidence come from? Among the tens of thousands of casual cultivators at the gate of Sword Forging City, there are many great monks who are in the Nascent Soul stage. Song Mu is only in the Nascent Soul stage. Why is he so cool?" Ouyang was a little confused, but he still turned his head. Look at the young man.

At this time, the young man was standing on a simple platform built by more than a dozen monks' magical weapons, facing two Sword Sect disciples at the gate.

The young man's passionate and inspiring words were completely useless in front of the two Sword Sect disciples.

The two Sword Sect disciples still had their nostrils turned upward, looking unconcerned.

The casual cultivators thought their reasonable demands were ignored, and the crowd began to flow towards the city gate. Although they were still afraid of the Jian Zong, one of the Nine Holy Lands, the law did not punish the public, and their demands were reasonable. The Jian Zong always We can't kill them all!

Song Mu, who was standing next to Ouyang, finally looked up and frowned at the crowd heading towards the gate of Sword Forging City.

Song Mu held the sword with his fingers, and the flying sword turned into a stream of green energy and flew into the sky. He jumped on the flying sword, landed in front of the city gate, stood with his hands behind his back, and shouted coldly:

"Master Tai'a, the master of the Sword Sect! Anyone who dares to go further will die!"