Chapter 79 She Looks Like Master Ye
The sword spirit flew ashore, three swords spinning in his palms. Its dark shadow flew between the monks and said loudly:
"This is the first test question. Only those who answer correctly can continue the adventure."
Xiao Chujing and Ye Xiaoman discussed countermeasures: "Junior Sister, do you have any ideas?"
Ye Xiaoman said, "I don't think our thoughts are important. The main thing is to understand the thinking of the person who set the question. They asked us to choose a sword for no reason. What is they trying to test us on?"
Xiao Chujing pondered: "Aside from the different materials used to make the three swords, there is no difference."
Ye Xiaoman: "The one made of gold is the most valuable, the silver sword is cheaper, and the bronze sword is the least valuable. Are we supposed to choose the cheapest one to show our honesty?"
Xiao Chujing touched Ye Xiaoman's head and said, "This is the only idea I can think of."
The monks were whispering to each other. There were hundreds of them here, and the buzz of discussion was as noisy as a vegetable market.
"This level should be a test of our character."
"We must choose the bronze sword, otherwise we will appear too greedy."
"Time's up." The sword spirit floated back to the river surface and pointed at all the cultivators, "Tell me your choice."
"Choose the bronze sword!"
This is the choice of most monks.
"What about you?" The sword spirit pointed at Ye Xiaoman who was silent.
Ye Xiaoman answered expectantly: "I choose the golden sword."
What if they really give out gold?
Xiao Chujing smiled, "I choose the golden sword too."
After they gave their answer, the remaining monks hesitated.
It is difficult to convince yourself not to cheat when choosing a top student.
In the end, hundreds of monks were divided into two camps, the bronze sword side and the gold sword side.
The sword spirit mocked and put away its three swords.
It pretended to be embarrassed and said, "How can I choose the swords if so many of you choose one at the same time?"
His cunning eyes swept over everyone's faces and said, "How about this? You two fight, and the winner takes the sword from me and gets the chance to cross the river."
Ye Xiaoman was speechless.
In fact, any sword can be chosen. The purpose of this sword spirit is to provoke internal strife among the monks.
At this level, half of the eight hundred people will probably be eliminated.
The sword spirit raised its arms and shouted, "Fight! 500 people who chose bronze swords versus 325 people who chose gold swords! In the world of immortal cultivation, the strong prey on the weak. Only the victors are worthy of advancing!"
The atmosphere among the monks immediately became tense.
Swish.
Many people have drawn their swords and are ready to fight.
A strong person like Xiao Chujing would be the first to be wooed or excluded.
"Junior Brother Xiao, let's team up and fight our way out."
"You want to team up with Xiao Chujing? Are you crazy? Will he share the good stuff with you?"
"That's right, we should unite and kill the strongest first, otherwise all the good stuff will be snatched away by the strong and we will get nothing."
Even Ye Xiaoman, who stood close to Xiao Chujing, became a target.
"Junior Brother Xiao, hasn't he been licking Junior Sister's ass lately? Let's kidnap Junior Sister first and force her to do hard labor for us."
"Hey, you guys are so despicable, okay I'll join in too."
The sword spirit saw that the tension between the monks was growing stronger and stronger, and it could foresee that they would soon fight to the death. It stood proudly on the water with its hands on its hips.
There are too many people coming this time. As the examiner of the first round, it is obligated to reduce the reception pressure for the brothers who come later.
Well, let’s filter the number of people down to less than 100 first.
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The scene inside the small world was broadcast live on the big screen outside the venue.
Elder Tang and other examiners, as well as people from other sects who came to observe, closely watched the disciples' every move.
This is not only a competition to form a destiny sword, but also an assessment of the overall strength of the disciples.
It tests both personal strength and team strategy ability.
The strong survive, the weak band together.
In the world of immortal cultivation, murders and treasure-stealing happen from time to time. If the strong are not smart enough and do not know how to take advantage of the environment, they will be united by the weak like ants and eaten away until nothing is left.
What the Qing Zhengzong wants is a smart and strong person.
In the next three days and two nights, you must ensure your survival while also trying your best to find or snatch a sword from someone else that you can use.
The assessment has just begun...
The leader of the Qingzheng Sect glanced at the screen boredly.
It’s the same every year, and what follows is nothing more than forming teams, fighting, and deciding the winner.
The other bigwigs were also losing interest. Their main purpose was to show off in front of the Holy Son and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.
Ji Weiming yawned and stood up.
He came here to accompany Jiaying, just going through the motions.
Next, he just had to go to the resting place provided by Qing Zhengzong and wait for Jiaying to come out before leaving.
As soon as Ji Weiming moved, the sect leaders and masters also stood up.
The bigwigs were preparing to leave en masse and return the venue to Elder Tang and the others.
Jiaying will not come out for five days.
Five days later, they gathered here again to welcome the Holy Son out of seclusion.
Suddenly, a woman's clear voice came from the big screen: "Everyone, don't rush to fight. Listen to me."
This was a very ordinary sentence, mixed in with a bunch of messy discussions. The bigwigs at the scene just treated it as noise and no one paid any attention to it.
But Ji Weiming couldn't help but stop.
The tone of the woman's voice seemed familiar.
He spoke slowly, pausing between sentences, making it seem as if each word was spoken after careful consideration.
It's a bit like Master Ye's style.
Ji Weiming suddenly had an idea, and the time when he had a pleasant conversation with Master Ye flashed through his mind, and he felt itchy for a moment.
Since they parted that day, he has been going to the spiritual herb shop frequently. Unfortunately, the shop assistant said that Master Ye had an urgent matter and could not go to work, so he never saw her again.
She concealed her appearance and even disguised her voice, so the secret guards he sent out could not find any trace of her.
This made him panic that he would never see her again.
If you can't meet him in person, you can just listen to him talk.
Ji Weiming thought so and sighed softly. To the surprise of everyone present, he sat down again and watched the extremely boring noobs fighting each other.
The clan leader and the other sect leaders were deeply surprised and could not figure out what His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was thinking, but they did not dare to ask and could only sit back down.
Elder Tang and the other examiners were extremely nervous. This was the first time the Sect Master had inquired about the selection of outer disciples, and he hoped that the newcomers would perform well...
Ye Xiaoman was unaware of the chain reaction she had caused, and she was trying her best to turn the tide.
She was eager to touch Jiaying's little hand.
The person online told her that after she entered the World of Ten Thousand Swords, she should go as far as possible inside. When she reached the end, she would find the World of Forging Hearts next door.
When she got here, the live broadcast screen was interfered by the miasma and could no longer record her. Someone online would be sent to pick her up and connect her to the Heart Forging Realm to gather with the killers and go to assassinate Jiaying.
She absolutely cannot be eliminated at the first stage.
She must cross the river.
But the current situation is extremely unfavorable to her.
The cultivators were fighting in a melee. Xiao Chujing was okay as she was a foundation-building cultivator, but with her mediocre cultivation level, there was a high chance that she would be knocked down.
She came up with a solution.
If it goes smoothly, she will be able to have the last laugh once and for all.
Ye Xiaoman began her performance.
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