Zhang Tian didn’t know who this disciple of the Fantasy Sword Pavilion was and where he was, but he was obviously very young, at most twenty years old, and his cultivation was unfathomable!

After a sword, the king-level beast was cut in half, its huge body was sprayed with blood, and the accommodation area was filled with blood.

This scene shocked Zhang Tian very much. This is completely different from his previous life in Lingyunzhou.

Only then did he realize that the real danger of Fantasy Sword Mountain was not on the way up the mountain, but on the top of the mountain!

The ferocious beasts here are free and the Huanjian Pavilion ignores them. On the one hand, they allow the disciples to grow in adversity, and on the other hand, they allow this model to cycle forever.

The disciples of Huanjian Pavilion who live in the fight can be imagined to be powerful!

With such a bold and crazy management model, Zhang Tian was suddenly very curious about the head of the Fantasy Sword Pavilion.

Mo Shangyuan looked at Zhang Tian's expression change and said lightly: "That person was a disciple of the inner decisive one just now, Mo Chengshu."

Zhang Tian nodded and wrote down this name.

Mo Shangyuan said again: "Many of the inner disciples just live in a safe area when they are practicing, and they are always tempering themselves. Their strength is not accidental, nor is it easy to mess with."

After saying that, a strange smile suddenly appeared on Mo Shangyuan: "The safe area avoids not only ferocious beasts, but also killing. In a year, you will no longer have the right to live there, unless you can kill a decisive disciple and steal his quota."

Zhang Tian was so scared that he looked at the woman in front of him and clearly saw the cruelty in her eyes.

Have you finally started to expose yourself little by little?

Zhang Tian thought about it and said tentatively: "The disciples of Huanjian Pavilion cannot kill him."

Mo Shangyuan smiled contemptuously: "It's enough not to be seen by others."

Zhang Tian knew about the same thing, so he said goodbye to Mo Shangyuan, saying that he had returned to the safe area to practice, but in fact he was digesting the information of this day.

But after he left, he didn't know that Liu Weixi was standing not far away and staring at him coldly.

...

Zhang Tian, ​​who returned to his residence, took out a wooden sign, and there were two in total, one from Moshangqing and the other was the one that all the disciples of the Fantasy Sword Pavilion had.

The two wooden signs are the same size, but the disciple wooden sign is just a representative of identity, the same function as the student ID, and it is more complete.

Zhang Tian can operate on wooden signs without leaving home, or even project the class.

The piece Mo Shangqing gave him, with a small sword engraved on the back, still made Zhang Tian unable to stare. Every time he only looked for one second, he felt the sword energy in his body and almost couldn't control it.

"What is this?" Zhang Tian put away the sword-carved wooden sign and murmured to himself.

At present, there are already 850 spiritual crystals, and one of them has never been used. Before Wen Zhuqi could comprehend the sword score given to him, her cultivation had been stopped for more than two months.

It’s time to settle down and start a new round of hard work!

Zhang Tian planned for a while and then fell asleep.

...

The next day, it was the admissions meeting of Huanjian Pavilion. There was a ceremony to leave, especially Zhang Tian, ​​who won the first place, who needed to go on stage to receive the prize. He didn't know what the prize was.

Early in the morning, the disciples of the outer cabinet gathered in a square. Although this square was also in Dongshan, it was on the other side, which was completely different from the trial tower that was originally tested.

Zhang Tian, ​​who walked to the square, sighed at the size of the Fantasy Sword Pavilion, while being attracted by a huge sword monument in front of him.

Zhang Tian couldn't tell whether the huge long sword standing here was a real sword or a statue, towering into the clouds higher than the trial tower, and his body was filled with awesome aura.

The 100 disciples who were in the assessment of this year have arrived, and there are many other disciples from the Fantasy Sword Pavilion around. The number is spectacular. After accumulating year by year, there are as many as two thousand people who are still in the outer pavilion and are still disciples!

Seeing this number, Zhang Tian suddenly thought of the ten inner-determined disciples who stood out from the two thousand sword cultivators. It was indeed impossible to be simple.

Zhang Tianyi was watched by everyone, after all, he was ranked first, and he was all-around.

He no longer looks like a beggar. He changed into clean clothes, his boots and gloves were spotless, and his head was meticulously tidied.

Seeing Zhang Tian like this, the 100 new disciples were stunned, and the area was silent.

A hint of surprise appeared in Mo Shangyuan's eyes. Perhaps because of the preconceived appearance of a beggar, she could adapt to it all at once.

Zhang Tian, ​​who was fifteen years old, practiced for half a year, had improved his height several times, and his face was also detached from the youth's childishness and tenderness. In addition, he was awakened by blood. At this time, he was already a handsome young man.

But there was a hint of coldness in the young master's demeanor!

It is an aura that is engraved in the bones and betrayed by relatives.

Many new disciples were stunned, and some female disciples even looked slightly red and couldn't take their eyes off their eyes.

At this time, more than 2,000 old disciples also looked here. After all, Zhang Tian was vacated by people around him, and he stood there very conspicuously.

"Is this the first in this class?" An old disciple looked at Zhang Tian with disdain on his face: "No! Spirit Master?"

The others even ridiculed them unconcealedly.

"Is the assessment of Huanjian Pavilion possible? Why has the spirit master become the first?"

"I said no less than ten times. The assessment should be included in the competition. If you don't fight, you can't know who is really powerful?"

"Indeed, just like Mo Chengshu, he was ranked first in the top ten in the past, but looking at his combat power, he was the first in the inner disciple!"

"The assessment is really inaccurate. Any cat and dog can be the first place. It's really a big laugh!"

"What's the use of just evaluating talent and character? If you change a scholar, you can pass it. Hasn't Huanjian Pavilion always advocated martial arts? Why did this generation create such a waste!"

Amid the sarcasm, Liu Weixi's lips curled up. Sure enough, the eyes of the masses were sharp. Zhang Tian was not worthy of the first place in this assessment.

At this moment, Zhang Tian seemed to be unable to hear the ridicule. He looked at the giant sword in front of him with all his heart. The breath he felt from it was very close to the aura on the wooden sword sculpture that Mo Shangqing gave him.

However, this giant sword has a majestic and huge aura, but the ones on the sword carving wooden signs are very targeted and dazzling.

"Zhang Tian." At this moment, a man stood behind him and patted his shoulder.

When Zhang Tian turned around, a smile suddenly appeared. The aura of a stranger who could not be approached suddenly disappeared, and the smile on his face could not be stopped.

"Ye Ci!" He patted Ye Ci's shoulder heavily, and the meaning of being close to him was obvious.

Finally there is an acquaintance!

Mo Shangyuan in the distance looked at him and suddenly turned pale.

She showed goodwill countless times and answered various questions to Zhang Tian, ​​but she smiled like this for the first time when she saw Zhang Tian.

That was a smile that was completely unhidden and open!
Chapter completed!