The Ancestor of Body Repair

In the state of Wei, adjacent to the state of Chu, and separated by a place of death in Cangzhou, there is a steep mountain that towers into the clouds and looks like a sword, standing in the snow in the north.

The mountain is like a natural danger, there is no mountain road to go up, and if you want to go up the mountain, you can only climb it with your bare hands.

On this day, snow was falling all over the sky, and the wind was biting. The official road not far from the mountain was covered with a thick layer of white snow, and a group of people walked slowly on it.

From a distance, there were about forty people in the team, headed by a man and a woman. They were wearing light robes, and their necks and wrists were exposed to the air, as if the cold weather had no effect on them.

If you look closely, you will find that there is a faint light on the outside of the pair of men and women, and the snowflakes will disappear as soon as they approach, and there is not even a single snowflake on the robes of the two.

Both men and women are carrying a standard long sword behind them. The appearance is very ordinary, but it exudes a hint of sharpness, which is obviously not ordinary.

The three young men who followed closely behind them also carried long swords and wore thin shirts, but there was no protective shield from the outside, allowing snowflakes to fall on their clothes, but every once in a while, these snowflakes would melt away, imposing manner Much weaker than the previous men and women.

As for these five people, there are more than 30 young boys and girls, most of them are between fifteen and twenty years old. These people can't stand such cold weather. There was a lot of white snow on the coat.

Although these teenagers were shivering from the cold, they still followed the six people in front of them with their teeth clenched.

Among the group of teenagers, there are three older men and women who do not fit in with the others.

The leader was a tall middle-aged man in a black suit, but his right arm was empty, and only his left arm was intact.

The one-armed man had a calm expression and vicissitudes of eyes. He walked steadily and followed the team unhurriedly. His clothes were thin and he was unmoved by the heavy snow and cold wind.

Behind the one-armed man was a young woman wrapped in a white fur coat with a scar on her face. Her originally gorgeous face, against the background of the scar, looked hideous and abominable, even some of the teenagers beside her used it with disgust. looked at her.

The young woman seemed to be accustomed to these glances, she walked quietly, her right hand was always on her waist, holding the handle of a long knife.

Looking closely at her eyes, you will find that the young woman has always maintained a vigilant gaze, and her walking posture is in a state where she can draw a knife at any time, which is enough to deal with various raids.

Next to the young woman is a big man wrapped in a cape and with a face full of flesh. This big man is like a young woman, and his eyes are wary. He is carrying a red tassel spear behind him, and there is a little blood on the head of the spear.

The three of them are so weird that the teenagers around them keep away from them. In addition to disgust in the eyes of the teenagers, there is also contempt and disdain in their eyes.

However, there was an ordinary-looking boy who looked at the three of them with strange eyes from time to time.

"Sanniang, fourth child, relax, there is no danger with the Immortal Master of Tianjianmen." The one-armed man suddenly spoke up and said softly in a hoarse voice.

His voice is not high, mixed in the wind and snow, it is almost difficult to hear, but the young woman and the big man have very sensitive ears, and their expressions are slightly relaxed when they hear the words of the one-armed man.

At the same time, the man walking at the front of the team frowned slightly and said softly, "Nephew Liu."

A young man with a sword behind him immediately stepped forward and bowed, "I don't know what Master Guan ordered?"

The man surnamed Guan said, "You brought those three older men and women."

"Yes, uncle."

The man surnamed Guan said strangely: "You should know the rules of this sect and the standards for accepting apprentices. At such a young age, unless the aptitude for spiritual roots is extremely high, it is impossible for them to be admitted to the sect. Are their spiritual aptitudes rare?"

The sword-carrying youth smiled bitterly and said, "Reporting to Uncle Shi, except for the woman who has four spiritual roots, the other two men are incomparably mixed with five spiritual roots."

The man surnamed Guan was even more strange: "Then you brought them here, don't you know it's a waste of effort?"

The sword-carrying youth scratched his head, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Master Guan, in fact, these three people have helped my nephew. I brought them here as a reward."

"As for the rules of this sect, my nephew knows it, but the three of them insist on letting the uncle who is in charge of recruiting disciples check before they are willing to give up."

The man surnamed Guan said lightly: "Your boy was actually saved by a mortal. No wonder you are still in the ninth level of Qi refining all these years and cannot enter the late stage of Qi refining."

The young man with a sword looked a little embarrassed and said: "At that time, my nephew happened to encounter a first-level and middle-level black leopard, and both were defeated. It happened that these three mortals passed by, and with their superb martial arts, they killed the monster."

Although this sword-carrying youth didn't speak in a loud voice, except for the young man behind him, everyone else heard it as if in his ears, and there was a slight contempt in his eyes, but the man named Guan in the lead was accustomed to it.

He looked at the young man with sword, shook his head and sighed: "You kid is so disgraceful to your master, even a small black leopard can't deal with it, and you are still relying on mortals to save your life, I really don't know why Brother Yue accepted you. for the disciples."

The young man with the sword looked a little embarrassed when he heard the words.

"These three mortals with such qualifications, according to the past situation, are at most a handyman, but this time it is Senior Brother Linghu who is in charge of recruiting disciples. I'm afraid they won't have any chance."

When the young man with the sword heard the words, his face became extremely panicked. After knowing that this Senior Brother Linghu was in charge, he immediately regretted bringing these three mortals over.

"Hey, at the foot of the mountain, Junior Nephew Guan, tell these little guys about the rules, and Junior Sister and I will go first." After speaking, the man and the silent woman next to him moved a magic formula with both hands.

The long swords behind them came out of their scabbards, spun around, and flew to their feet. Driven by the sword light, the two shot towards the towering sword peak in front of them.

The boys and girls in the team seemed to have forgotten the cold at this time, and they stretched their necks, looking at Yu Jian flying, the men and women who looked like gods, and they were all envious.

At this time, the young man with swords cleared his throat and said loudly: "The next is the test for you. As long as you climb the Baizhang high platform of Tianjian Peak and arrive at the entrance of the mountain gate within half a day, even if you pass the first level."

"But if the time passes and you haven't arrived, no matter how high your qualifications are, you can only be a handyman disciple."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword-carrying man quickly mobilized the long sword behind him and flew towards the mountain impatiently.

The other two youths looked strange, muttered a few words to each other, and glanced at the three one-armed men behind them.

Obviously, the words of the young man with the sword surnamed Liu were heard by them before, and the middle-stage disciple of the dignified Tianjianmen was actually saved by a mortal.

It is estimated that there will be another laughing stock in the door.

Shaking their heads, they also flew away with their swords, leaving behind a group of boys and girls with pale faces, staring at the steep Tianjian Peak in a daze.

"Sanniang, the fourth, let's go quickly. Although Brother Liu said that there is little hope, we still have to give it a try. Only when we enter the Tianjianmen will we have a chance." Seeing the five immortal masters leaving, The one-armed man said in a deep voice.

"yes, Sir."

Then the three middle-aged men and women took the lead and climbed up the mountain in front of them.

Seeing this, the group of teenagers in the back also gritted their teeth, overcome their inner fear, and began to climb up.