Chapter 81 Reversing the Impression
Level 4.
Examiner: "I surrender."
"You spineless thing, you are a disgrace to the world of immortal cultivation."
"beat!"
Level 5...
Level 6...
The monks are rampant in the world of ten thousand swords and use force to punish all examiners.
It fully illustrates the simple truth that fists are the only real force in the world of immortal cultivation.
When you encounter a level that requires brainpower, work together.
For two whole days, the originally arrogant sword spirits were tortured to the point of crying for their parents and suffering terribly.
According to tradition, the most capable outer disciples could only make it to the fifth level. However, this generation of cultivators relied on their collective terrifying power and finally made it to the last level, the tenth level.
Outside the small world, the elders of the Qingzheng Sect who were watching the outer disciples passing the level in the square were slightly commotion.
Even the clan leader, who had watched videos with Ji Weiming for two days, saw the same old cunning style of Ji Weiming in the young seedling, and twirled his beard with a satisfied smile on his face.
The three elders whispered to each other.
The candidate who has left the deepest impression on them so far is not the strongest Xiao Chujing, senior brother and others, but Ye Xiaoman.
This is due to Ni Shaorong’s contribution.
Because of her disturbance, the originally ordinary Ye Xiaoman was remembered by them and they started paying attention to her performance from the beginning.
They saw Ye Xiaoman, who first relied on her tenacious mind to break the sword spirit's bewitching spell in the first level, and then used her quick wit to reverse the unfavorable situation in a short period of time.
In the next few levels, she showed signs of becoming the backbone of the team, influencing the decisions of all the monks.
Being the first to stand out is easy to be suspected and attacked, but she has a noble character and does not fight or compete, which has earned her the trust of everyone.
Although his cultivation was not the most outstanding, he had a good character and a first-rate brain, which perfectly met the standards for Qingzheng Sect to admit disciples.
Elder Jiang smiled sweetly, "This young disciple named Ye Xiaoman has an honest face and behaves well. He's a real person. Why are there such unsavory rumors about him?"
Elder Tang snorted coldly: "It's not uncommon for vulgar people to be jealous of geniuses. I'm afraid she has touched upon the interests of certain people."
Elder Ma had already announced that he would not hire Ye Xiaoman, but he couldn't let go of his dignity and changed his words, so he said stubbornly:
"The key point of the assessment is whether you can form a bond with a good magic sword. This is just the beginning. Let's wait and see."
The senior brothers and sisters who came from the inner sect to select disciples were ready to go, planning to recruit Ye Xiaoman to their own peak as soon as she came out.
Honest people like her are actually more popular than those difficult geniuses.
Ji Weiming sat up straight without knowing when.
The action of playing with the whisk had stopped long ago.
On the screen, a conflict broke out between the outer disciples and the gatekeepers of the ninth level. There were more than 2,000 humans and monsters in total, and the fight was so intense that sand and rocks flew everywhere.
Ye Xiaoman is now considered a master, and she has become more arrogant.
Unlike the last time she went out on a mission, where she lay on the ground pretending to be a corpse the entire time, she was finally able to take action.
Her fellow disciples used swords, magic weapons, and talismans according to the sect's training. She was different from others.
She had no talent for swordsmanship, so she simply created a set of skills based on the ability of the pseudo-five spiritual roots to control plants.
She just beckoned her fingers, and countless vines, catalyzed by her spiritual energy, turned into attack-type plant tentacles, lashing down in all directions and knocking away all the monsters besieging her.
She spun around again and clapped her hands. The branches of the originally harmless wild flower swelled and grew larger, turning into a carnivorous plant, spitting out venom and spreading pollen, making it impossible for others to get close to her.
Even if she was thrown away, a big tree would immediately extend its leaves and catch her in mid-air.
Regardless of whether she is powerful or not, at least every time she appears, petals are flying all over the sky, everything is sprouting, and butterflies are dancing. At least the beautiful atmosphere of a fairy descending to the earth is maintained.
It also makes her look like a better person.
Ye Xiaoman's unusual fighting style has attracted another wave of attention.
Elder Tang thought of something, stretched his head forward, and stared at Ye Xiaoman intently, but then thought it seemed unlikely, so he sat back down.
Ji Weiming heard the people on the scene discussing, and occasionally key words such as "pseudo five roots" and "dual-system spiritual roots" flew past his ears.
That girl's ability to manipulate plants is very similar to Master Ye...
In the world of cultivating immortals, there are people who are born with "three false roots + two heavenly spiritual roots", but they are extremely rare.
The probability of him running into the two of them in a short period of time is close to zero.
Ji Weiming's aggressive gaze roamed over Ye Xiaoman's slender limbs and soft body. The more he looked, the more he felt that she and Master Ye were the same person.
He raised his hand, and the secret guard behind him immediately came over: "Your Highness the Crown Prince."
Ji Weiming said: "Go check and see if Master Ye and Ye Xiaoman are the same person."
At this time, the picture on the live broadcast screen became blurred, and the magic weapon could no longer capture the information inside the Wanjian Congested World. The picture jumped and turned completely black.
Ye Xiaoman was still completely unaware of her inexplicable turnaround.
Currently, the monk team is stuck at the tenth level.
Before my eyes is a vast expanse of water stretching for thousands of miles.
Countless islands rise from the water, surrounded by white mist, like a dream.
There is a sword tomb in the center of each island, with a magic sword inserted in it. The shapes are different, but the similarities are that the sword energy is mighty and the pressure is restrained.
Even Ye Xiaoman, who had no knowledge of famous swords in the world, could tell at a glance that they were all rare and famous weapons.
Coming here is where the swords of the great men of the past were buried.
The sword of the sword master, the sword of the god of war, the life sword of the patriarchs of all generations...
Each sword has a name, and when you pick it up, it can tell a long story of glorious achievements.
These swords have been tempered by countless precious magic weapons in the past. Over a long period of time, they have developed sword souls and a certain degree of independent consciousness.
Although they will accept the selection of monks, they will also choose their favorite masters in return.
Countless sword-guarding monsters are lurking under the waters and on the islands. To get them, you must first fight the monsters and go through an arduous and bloody battle.
Every famous sword is proud and has a very tough temper.
Even if the monk succeeds in defeating the monsters and obtains them, as long as they look down on them, they will not be willing to shed blood to acknowledge their master.
Therefore, it is possible that a monk may lose half his life fighting monsters and still return empty-handed.
The monks gathered in front of the water, each assessing the situation.
Should I force my way in or should I quit?
The vast majority of monks chose to give up the challenge directly.
"Based on my strength, being able to reach the final stage is already a great honor for my ancestors."
"Forget it, forget it. The fists of those crocodiles in the water are bigger than my head. If they hit me, I'll die instantly."
"But if we give up, we will definitely not be able to pass the test and enter the inner gate."
"Farewell, with your limited strength, if you force your way in, you'll just get beaten up for nothing. Why bother? Let's fight again in three years."
"Hey, Senior Brother is right."
As the monks spoke, they cast eager glances at Ye Xiaoman.
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