Practice starts with skill points

Zhong Lin shook his dizzy head, stood up and looked around with a confused face, but then his pupils shrank, looking at the shocking scene, it was difficult to calm down for a long time.

Where is the Tianjian Peak Arena.

There is also a mountain in front of him, but compared with Tianjianfeng, it is taller and towering into the clouds, like a giant blade piercing the sky, and the body is full of swords. From a distance, it looks like a sword mountain condensed by swords.

These swords include spiritual weapons, mysterious weapons, and treasures that Zhong Lin has never seen before, and some ordinary weapons that have been rusted and broken.

The only thing in common is that these swords all exude a sword intent.

These sword intents are obviously not subordinate to each other, but they converge into one in this mountain, and the colorful sword beams rushing up, dyeing half of the sky into rainbow light, like a dream.

Zhong Lin only felt that his own sword intent was aroused, and vaguely resonated.

"Disciple, how about this sword pavilion?"

A hearty voice suddenly sounded in Zhong Lin's ears, awakening him from the sword intent. The voice was like thunder, and the strong spiritual energy made his mind slightly confused.

At some point, an old man stood beside Zhong Lin, with untied white hair and a vigorous face. He sat barefoot on a piece of bluestone, holding a huge wine gourd in his hand, pouring wine into his mouth from time to time.

The rich aroma of wine could be smelled from a long distance.

The most important thing is that although the old man was standing in front of him, Zhong Lin could only see him with his eyes. When he closed his eyes, he felt that there was nothing in front of him, and even his mind could not observe it.

Zhong Lin's pupils shrank. Master, although he didn't know how much he practiced, he was definitely a master.

Zhong Lin didn't dare to neglect it, and quickly bowed and saluted: "Zhong Lin, meet the senior."

Pah!

A strong wind suddenly hit Zhong Lin's head, making him stagger.

"Call me Master."

"Master... Master?"

Zhong Lin's eyes were blank for a while, and he was a little at a loss.

Who knew that the old man smiled in an instant, hung the gourd on his waist, stood up and said with satisfaction: "Hey! Good disciple."

"Ah?"

"I am Xi Xuan, the title of Thunder Sword King, how come I am not worthy of being your Master?"

Xi Xuan narrowed his eyes and pretended to be dissatisfied. At the same time, a sword energy rushed into the sky, and all the swords inserted in the entire sword pavilion were buzzing and trembling, as if they were about to fly out at any time.

Under this sword energy, Zhong Lin felt like a small boat in the sea, and his proud and perfect sword energy was compressed in his body at this moment, and he dared not move at all.

The three words "Thunder Sword King" also seemed to explode in Zhong Lin's mind like thunder.

Not everyone dares to take the word "King", not the ordinary princes and nobles. In the martial arts world, only those who break through the King realm are qualified to obtain the title of King.

There are four king-level masters in the Heavenly Sword Holy Land, which is information that every disciple must know.

Thunder Sword King, Mountain King, Heaven Burning King, and Taixu King.

Thunder Sword King Xi Xuan, the criminal elder of the Heavenly Sword Holy Land, a king-level master, has a thunder sword that spans the Eastern Wasteland, making many demon cultivators terrified.

My mind is full of information about "Thunder Sword King Xi Xuan", but I can't match him with the very sloppy old man in front of me, not to mention that a dignified king-level master wants to take me as a disciple, I dare not dream of it!

"Master, is this your new junior brother? Why does he look silly?"

A lazy voice came, followed by a man wearing a blue brocade robe, exuding a lazy atmosphere all over his body, looking lazy, without the slightest dancer's demeanor, more like a dandy son of a big family.

Plop!

The next moment, Zhong Lin knelt on the ground like a golden mountain overturning a jade pillar, and kowtowed three times in a row.

"Disciple Zhong Lin, I have been wandering for half my life, and I only regret that I have never met a wise master. I am grateful to the elder for not abandoning me, and I am willing to worship you as my master."

The speed was so fast, and the posture was so smooth.

Zhong Lin's sudden action made the two people in front of him stunned, and the lazy young man raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhong Lin with a smile.

Nonsense, this is a powerful king, and he is also the punishment elder of the holy land. It is simply unreasonable not to worship him when you meet such a person.

"Hahaha, good, good, Zhong Lin, from now on you are my third disciple, get up!"

Xi Xuan laughed loudly, and with his right hand, an invisible force lifted Zhong Lin up, his face full of smiles.

"Thank you, master."

Zhong Lin's face was also full of excitement. Isn't it for this that he worked so hard to win the first place in the outer disciple competition?

Creating the immortal golden elixir and worshipping the powerful king, this can be said to have far exceeded the established goal, how can Zhong Lin not be excited.

"This is your second senior brother. You have another senior brother who is not in the sect. I will introduce him to you later." Xi Xuan said with a smile.

No mistakes in the poem, the content of the book, and the book!

"Zhong Lin, meet the second senior brother."

"Okay, okay, since the senior brother is not here, we are the only brothers in the sword pavilion. Let's get closer in the future."

The lazy young man looked up and down at Zhong Lin, with a smiling expression on his face.

"Zhong Lin, let me see your golden elixir."

"Yes, Master."

Zhong Lin did not dare to neglect it. He opened his mouth and spit out the golden elixir. The dazzling golden light showed its extraordinaryness.

The lazy young man also stared at the immortal golden elixir floating in the air. At this moment, he understood why the master had to use his magical powers to snatch this junior brother from other elders.

Immortal golden elixir!

As long as nothing unexpected happens, there will be a great opportunity to step into the king realm and become a king in the future.

Don't underestimate this opportunity. There are countless warriors in the entire Qingyuan Realm, and there are only a few who can take the last step to become a king. The immortal golden elixir is also known as the foundation of the strongest martial arts, which shows that it has infinite potential.

"Okay, it is really the immortal golden elixir. It is even more rare that you have already comprehended the sword intent to perfection. It is worth it for me to give up my old face to snatch you away." Xi Xuan laughed.

"This is the honor of the disciple. Being able to worship under the master is an opportunity that the disciple has obtained in three lifetimes." Zhong Lin said respectfully.

Boom!

Xi Xuan looked up at the void, and then his face sank.

"Second brother, you take Zhong Lin to tell him about our Sword Pavilion first, I will go deal with those old guys."

After saying that, he turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the sky. Not long after, there were bursts of roars from the void above his head, and even five-colored light rain fell from the sky, which was very beautiful.

"Brother, this..."

"Don't worry about these old guys, just get used to it. Come on, I'll take you for a walk."

After saying that, he pulled Zhong Lin and flew towards the distant mountain.

"I know you are a little confused, but who asked you to forge the Immortal Golden Pill! The Immortal Golden Pill is the foundation of the strongest martial arts in the legend. It is even more rare to win the first place in the outer disciple competition, enter the sect's eyes, and be accepted as a disciple by the master. It is also a matter of course. Didn't you see that other elders are also fighting for you, but the master is faster."