Bai Shanshui's voice was extremely light and soft, like a summer insect whispering, but Changsun Qianxue could hear it clearly. She didn't say anything, but the chill in her eyes suddenly became thicker. Several weeds on the wall of Bai Shanshui's backyard were suddenly covered with white frost, and then the slight dry summer wind blew, and wonderful debris opened up.

This represents Changsun Qianxue's real murderous intent and power. Bai Shanshui also felt the real cold. She tucked her clothes and collar, but her expression still did not change. She walked peacefully and arrogantly in the streets and alleys of Changling shrouded in the darkness.

Even if the country has been destroyed and the family has lost its home, it is a proud ghost who has been walking freely in Changling.

Bai Shanshui slowly raised his head, but strange emotions began to appear in his proud pupils, and his brows gradually frowned.

The darkness was blocked by the overlapping streets of Changling. She could not see far away, but the smell of fireworks came from the wind. There should be a fire in the distance. She was sure that the place where the burning was at this time was the street where the inn where she lived was located.

She was going to walk back to the streets and alleys, and then she confirmed that the smell of fireworks came from there, so she turned around and turned to another street and alley, turning to the direction of leaving the city.

In the wine score of Wutong falling, Changsun Qianxue was lying down on the bed. She was used to not thinking about other things. However, many years of peace were finally completely broken. In the quiet lake in her heart, it seemed that there were always stones falling lightly, splashing up pieces≦,ww↗.

After dozens of breaths of breathing, she still couldn't calm down. Finally, she turned her head and looked out the window, wondering a little annoyedly when the sword would end.

...

The night is still continuing, and the Minshan Sword Association is still going on, but there are fewer and fewer candidates who can stand up in the valleys covered with sword marks and many teachers in the practice area.

"Xie Rou, bye."

Although he knew that raising questions would not have any effect, when he heard Lin Suixin's voice sound, a student who had suffered sword-breaking on his chest and waist had just received medicine from a practitioner of Minshan Sword Sect. He was lying on one side and could not get up, he couldn't help but scream in anger: "How is this fair? I fought for three rounds in a row, but she only fought for one round and was about to enter the top ten."

Seeing this candidate who lost in the third game and missed the top ten, and was so angry that his eyes seemed to be burning, Lin Suixin just glanced at him lightly and said, "Actually, you should thank Xu Junzi."

This candidate and many other candidates were stunned and did not understand the meaning of Lin Suixin's words.

"The person who said a few words to each of you at the exit of the previous pass was Xu Junzi." Lin Suixin did not look at the faces of these selected students and continued to speak slowly.

Many selected students began to realize something, and their faces quickly turned pale.

Zhang Yi looked at the reactions of those people, but she became even more confused. She couldn't help but turn her head to look at Ding Ning and others, and asked softly: "What is Xu Junzi?"

"It's not the same surname as me, but the original Xu land." Xu Lianhua took a deep breath and looked at Zhang Yi and said, "Not many people know his real name, but I think you should have heard of the story of cutting flesh and serving the relatives."

"The senior who exited the previous pass turned out to be..." Zhang Yi was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

There is a gentleman in Xu who knows etiquette and upholds righteousness and does many good deeds. In a severe drought, the grains of Xun are not harvested. The man dispersed all his family's wealth. One day, many hungry people smelled the fragrance of meat in the house, and they were furious, thinking that this man was a hypocrite. The granary had been empty in the granary, but in fact, there was still meat in the house. He knocked on the door in anger, but the fact that they found made them cry. It turned out that the granary in the house was empty in the morning, and the parents at home had not eaten for many days. In order to save their parents, the man cut his own meat and simmered soup.

Such deeds are naturally recorded in many historical books. For some people who are also polite and righteous, the gentleman from Xu Di can even be called a saint, but Zhang Yi did not expect that the man was actually a disciple of the Minshan Sword Sect, nor did he expect that the man standing at the exit of the Qing Hall of Thorn Sea was the gentleman from Xu Di.

"You Kuteng Jianshan was the one who had the most hope to participate in the Minshan Sword Club, but your junior brother Qi Qiuhan. Others don't know why Qi Qiuhan's entry is not as good as you in the past two years. Don't you know?"

Looking at the selected student whose face turned gray and his clothes were soaked in sweat, Lin Suixin continued expressionlessly: "I, Minshan Sword Sect, also consider every selected student who participated in the sword meeting. Before this last sword test, Xu Junzi looked at your character. If he hadn't felt that you still have room for correction, you wouldn't have appeared here at all. Now you have allowed you to participate in the last sword test, and you just let you fight one more match. You have not seized the last chance. What else do you have to say now?"

The elected student was already trembling with shame, and he didn't even dare to raise his head, so he dared to say anything.

Some of the selected students who had been arranged for one more time before or did not get a bye. Thinking of some of the things they had done in the past, they not only sweated like a spring on their backs and did not dare to look at Lin Suixin.

"Minshan Sword Association is the sword association that Minshan Sword Sect chooses students."

Lin Suixin did not stop talking. His eyes swept across everyone without any emotion and said slowly: "Any process is to select the most suitable students for my Sword Sect to enter the sect to practice."

The scenes were quiet again.

But after only a few breaths, several footsteps sounded. A young man in yellow took a few steps, bowed to Lin Suixin, and said in a deep voice: "I, Xiao Qinglin, believe that there is nothing wrong with my past character, I am upright and stand upright. Moreover, I feel that my cultivation will not be weaker than Xie Rou, but I also have to fight at least one more game than Xie Rou. Even if it is just like this, I still think that this sword will be unfair. Even from the perspective of choosing for the sect, I don't think I am inferior to Xie Rou."

Lin Suixin glanced at him and said, "She is much richer than you."

The boy in yellow was shocked, his face turned pale, and the candidates around him were also in an uproar. He never expected that Lin Suixin would say such a sentence.

However, Lin Suixin seemed to have not seen their reaction at all, and still said without any emotion: "Minshan Sword Sect has many methods of practicing that is particularly wasteful of money, only people like her can bear it. Therefore, if a practitioner like her can enter the Minshan Sword Sect to study, the achievements you will achieve in the future should be greater than you."

The boy in yellow was stunned for a moment, and he reacted a little.

"There are many reasons that affect a practitioner's future. The Xie family has great financial resources, she is more courageous than you, and the friends around her are much stronger than your friends. Of course, there is nothing absolute. But now, she is better than you in combination with various factors."

Lin Suixin looked at him, then looked up at the selected students who were just upset and now couldn't speak, and said calmly: "Minshan Sword Sect never considers the family background of the selected students, but only considers the methods of cultivation that the selected students can have."

"You have one last one."

Lin Suixin's eyes finally stopped at the yellow-shirted boy, and then said, "Xiao Qinglin, respect Yi Xin."

The yellow-shirted boy named Xiao Qinglin understood the meaning of Lin Suixin's words.

This was his last opportunity to enter the Minshan Sword Sect to study.

As long as he can defeat Yi Xin, he will show the ability to make these Minshan Sword Sect practitioners look at each other with admiration in this battle.

But do you have that ability?

The more he understands, the more desperate he becomes.

...

The palace maid surnamed Rong stood in front of the camp where she was resting, looking at the valley below. There were still several competitions at this time, but looking at the remaining candidates, in her eyes, the competitions were over.

"Ding Ning, Yi Xin, Zhang Yi, Xie Rou, He Chaoxi, Ye Haoran, Gu Xichun, Dugu Bai, Mu Weicheng..."

The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, and she read out names, but suddenly she stopped and a look of surprise began to flash in her eyes.

The top ten sword meetings have the qualifications to enter the Minshan Sword Sect to study. However, according to Lin Suixin's current arrangement, after these several competitions, there were only nine people left.

Although Lin Suixin is casual, people like him can calculate the thousands of sword paths in an instant. It is impossible for an error to be made if ten people will be arranged to enter the final showdown.

So who is the last person to be vacant?

As the number of students selected at both ends of the shed continues to decrease, the eyes of teachers from various places of practice have become more and more complicated.

The end where Ding Ning was before was definitely a minority, but now it accounts for the vast majority.

Although I know that courage is just one of the criteria for Lin Suixin to measure, most of the reasons why Ding Ning’s people can reach the end is because of their own strength. However, many teachers and teachers in the practice stage still couldn’t help but think about the different results that the students they led would stand on Ding Ning’s side.

...

Ye Haoran put away his sword and turned around.

His opponent, a selected student in a blue robe, covered his throat in shock and anger, but he did not dare to make any sound. There was a thin blood line on his throat, constantly oozing blood beads.

On the other side, He Chaoxi, who had been playing in an incense stick of time before winning by relying on physical strength, walked towards Ding Ning and others with difficulty.

"Why are there only nine people?"

With Ye Haoran's victory, the teacher who had practiced the land also began to discover the problems that the palace maid surnamed Rong had discovered long ago, and couldn't help but speak out in surprise.
Chapter completed!