"Good dogs are not in the way, don't be embarrassed, they can't get in and go away without going into the basking sword door, don't stand in the way."A proud word suddenly interrupted the young man's complaint.

In the square, a series of extraordinary people and horses slowly appeared in the people's eyes, three black high-headed horses without a cluttered black horse carrying a car made of golden tan wood, the carriage curtain with gold and silver edges, followed by a group of imposing like a rainbow, wearing iron armored men, the whole pace is the same, showing the extraordinary killing of the spirit.

At this time, a young man in a white robe with a good-spirited sword was standing on the carriage with his mouth, disdainful to the young man, only a slightly immature face, flashing with age and spicy old age.

A pair of cold eyes was staring closely at the young man wearing Tibetan blue, at a young age, even with such a powerful force, between the words, the noisy square suddenly quieted down, and the crowd kept looking at the teenager.

Today, there are not a few teachers who come to the basking sword gate, among which there are many disciples with prominent families, but after seeing the young people's dress, they are secretly shocked, even the men wearing iron armor behind them are revealed, and they are also cultivators!

For a time, many young girls looked at the white-clad young people with their eyes shining, and the children of the children who were not bad in their families, some of them were disdainful, some jealous, and even some of them had a delicate appearance, making a disgusting face, and there was no shortage of dog legs, whether it was a human or a practitioner, and those who lived in the family generally or because of the adventures of the disciples who set foot on the practice were micro-looked, and did not care about their own appearance.

Seeing the pride standing in front of the carriage, looking down at the young man in his white robe, the words of humiliation, the face of the young man who was angry suddenly stiffened, and then the fire that did not appear seemed to find the vent, and was preparing to be furious, suddenly saw the young man in the white robe holding out the slender hand of the white jade, and the iron man who was ready to move behind, immediately withdrew the words that were ready to say.

Honestly, the head was a little red on the face, I don't know if it was because of the ugly in front of so many people, others shouted themselves, they did not dare to say a word, or hold the red, and then the footsteps quickly, fled as if they had to leave the building.

Seeing the appearance of the young man leaving, the white robe of the young man, can not help but lift the slightly, look proud, clear, then jump, landed on the ground of the square, hands behind, raised his chest, proud to go to the building.

The white-clothed youths seem to enjoy this sense of superiority, as well as the eyes of the people worship, fast forward to the building, deliberately drinking loudly, and their heads gently lowered "the younger generation of white ink, specially to the basilisk gate teacher."

Through the spiritual force, the voice spread throughout the square, and for a time, everyone remembered the name of Bai Zi Mo, and her mind was different.

The roof of the building.

A middle-aged man in a black sackcloth and a jade-faced youth in a yellow saber-robe looked up at the distance with both hands, enjoying the breeze that was on the way.

"Uncle, look, now I am still in the sword gate of heaven, are all kinds of disciples, not to talk about qualifications, on the nature and quality of mind, this is too bad."The yellow sword-coat boy, at this time, there was some exclamation on the jade face, and there were vague concerns in his eyes.

"Wu Tianshan, how many years have you entered the gate of the basalty, how the heart is still so unstable, a door of the air to turn, this is a very normal thing, I think that when I was in the cultivation of the real world is just a third-rate school, and then the ancestors of the basilisk master a super-enlightenment, create the magic of heaven, break through the Mahayana, until the rise of the sky, let me basing sword door to become a leader, but now the bastion gate is a leader, but now the sky sword gate is a leap, but now the sky sword gate is too much, but now the sky sword gate is too much to become a leader, but now the sky sword gate is a leap, but now the sky is too big, but now the sky is too big, but now the sky sword door is a leader.Better to clean up.”

The middle-aged man in the melanic clothes whispered, his eyes were still looking at the distance, there were no waves on the face, but a pair of eyes were full of vicissitudes, and there was no spiritual breath around, but the young man in the beautiful yellow sword robe could respectfully shout an uncle, and he did not think that he was a simple figure on the surface.

"But I am not willing, looking back on the vast years, I am the spirit of the sword door, now to the harvest only this kind of goods, and the number is less and less."A young man named Wu Tianshan looked coldly at the teenagers in the square downstairs.

"Since I have fallen the Sword Gate of the Heavenly Sword, in recent decades, Yuehua College's great-handed disciples, ambitious, want to replace the former I ascended the position of the Heaven Sword Gate, and this year's action is frequent, Nai I am not connected to the Heaven Sword Gate, the recent generations of disciples do not have the Wizards, it is difficult to stop the side, this time I have to go back to the palm of the hand to discuss countermeasures, otherwise I will have to fade away from the eyes of the people."

The middle-aged man in the melanin, a pair of vicissitudes of the eyes at this time finally has a sense of color, but still looking at the distance, from the beginning to the end did not look at the group of young girls downstairs.

Standing next to Wu Tianshan, a small sigh in his heart, do not know this year this group of disciples, there are several can enter the inner door, and a few can rise like stars, now the basalt sword gate has no shortage of resources, the difference is only jade and time.

A light wind crossed, the heart of the heavy-minded Wu Tianshan sober some, lamenting that it was really not to treat me, and then tightened his lips, eyes for determination, even if the mysterious sword door really reached that step, I also want to die with the gate.

The square downstairs.

With the white swaggering into the building, the quiet crowd suddenly burst into a loud noise, talking about it, or each said words, only Zhao Jiu Song looked at the cold eyes, listening quietly to the voices of the crowd, collecting the information and news they had not heard.

In the square, the young people in a good family are accompanied by their families, quietly waiting for the news of entry, and constantly greeting the people they know, making friends at the same door in the future, and those who are lonely are mostly not good conditions at home, because the adventure holds the idea of a try and come here.

The people in the square began to more and more, most of them are accompanied by the children to come to the family, Zhao Jiuge noticed that there are a few sets of people behind, looking at the luxurious momentum, not at all smaller than the previous white ink row, see this, Zhao Jiuge's heart is more hot, never seen this scene of him, at this time feel more firm his own thoughts.

In the square, all kinds of people did not know, at this moment every move, a smile, and the ugly gesture, everything, was noticed by the two people on the roof.

After listening for half a day, Zhao Jiu Song did not hear any useful news, looked at the dense crowd, breathed deeply, stood up, strode forward also toward the building, he went to stay, all decided at this moment.

Stepping on the steps, Zhao Jiu Song only felt that his heart was throbbing through, and the two people in the blue sword robes, the cuffs of silver screen printed with a small sword of the basalty-eyed sword disciples, saw the Zhao Jiu Song that jumped on the face, and his eyes were keenly eyeing Zhao Jiu Song, and he did not let go from head to foot.

Clear face, clean and simple black robe buried in a thin body, said the affinity gives people a good feeling, since the cultivation to the spiritual realm, the impact of Sanskrit sounding practice has also made Zhao Jiu Song spiritual.

With the look from beginning to end, after the two disciples confirmed the approximate age of Zhao Jiu Song, he nodded gently in Zhao Jiu Song's nervous and expectant eyes, breathed, and took a step forward in the excitement of Zhao Jiu Song, took a step forward in the building, entered the hall, stood in the threshold of Zhao Jiu Song, and looked around with a curious look.

The first impression is antique, not gorgeous.

In the hall, there were more than a dozen disciples wearing blue sword robes, one-on-one exchanges, accompanied by more than a dozen young girls and girls of the same age as Zhao Jiu Song, each of whom had more or less spiritual fluctuations, but the fluctuations were not large.

Around the wall hung some words, those fonts are particularly scribbling, Zhao Jiu Song can not understand, but feel that each word has a sword, special toughness, a stroke reveals a sharp breath, which makes Zhao Jiu Song feel secretly surprised.

Then found that there was a middle-aged man in the hall, but the cuffs on the blue sabre, printed with three silver swords, sighed a little, Zhao Jiu Song seemed to think of something, so he operated a spiritual force, showing a more powerful spirit breath than the dozen young girls in the hall.

eh?

Feeling the strange movement of the hall, more than a dozen young girls in the hall cast their eyes, even the middle-aged man with three silver swords in the cuff was surprised for a while, and then he also cast a concerned eye, looking at Zhao Jiu Song, the middle-aged man's eyes slightly retracted, and then stood up with his lips and stood up towards Zhao Jiu Song.

The middle-aged man walked closer and closer, Zhao Jiu Song is getting more and more nervous, finally, the middle-aged man came to Zhao Jiu Song in front of the dark face at this time, the eyes are constantly looking up and down Zhao Jiu Song, after watching it, the next short muster slightly trembling, showing a kind smile "you are today to the basal sword door ready to enter."

"Yes, the older Zhao Nine Song."Zhao Jiucheng sincerely nodded his head and said respectfully.

With a slight nod, the middle-aged man's nose was hummed, suddenly grabbed Zhao Jiuo's left hand, pinching the bone and touch it, and then slowly said, "You go to the third floor to rest, the time to go to the door, all restore energy, just started the trial is not so easy."

After turning around and leaving, he walked to the other side of the hall, after touching the bones, confirming the age and repair, the middle-aged man was relieved to let Zhao Jiu-ge go upstairs.

Zhao Jiuge was stunned, did not understand why he went to the third floor, looked up, there is indeed a ladder in the corner of the floor, with doubts and nervous mood, step up and go upstairs.

With the words of the middle-aged man falling, the more than a dozen figures who had focused their attention on Zhao Jiu Song also had a small sensation, and they did not understand why Zhao Jiu-song went to the three layers, but it was certain that this treatment was definitely a good thing.

Until the figure of Zhao Jiuge disappeared with entering the upper floor, the people withdrew their envious and jealous eyes, and then focused on facing the basing Tianjianmen disciples in front of them.