Silence Valkyrie

Chapter 33

Zhang Shan stood in the yard, looking up at the sky in a daze.

The Martial Saint of Yuehuachi was here just now, he took out a magic weapon to control the sky from the Sumeru Ring, and took Wu Xueyue to break through the sky.

"Why, you seem a bit reluctant?" Situ Qingwan stood beside him and asked narrowly.

"Miss, this kind of joke is not funny at all." Zhang Shan said in embarrassment when he recovered.

Situ Qingwan giggled, making Zhang Shan a little annoyed before putting away his smile.

Then she looked at the sword in Zhang Shan's hand with a little envy: "It seems that I don't have to go to the trouble to find the sword for you. The things in Yuehuachi must not be ordinary."

Before leaving, the Martial Saint from Yuehuachi gave Zhang Shan a sword, which is the one he is holding now, and the scabbard is engraved with two ancient small characters "Qinghong".

"Qinghong Sword..."

Zhang Shan muttered to himself, and then slowly drew his sword out of its sheath, only to see that the sword body was like a pool of autumn water, and the cold air was overwhelming.

"Good sword, this sword, I don't think it's an ordinary soldier, it should be a spiritual weapon." Situ Qingwan let out a light sigh.

Weapons in the world are basically divided into three categories, ordinary soldiers, spiritual weapons and magic weapons.

Ordinary soldiers are ordinary weapons, which can be crafted by ordinary craftsmen using ordinary methods.

Spirit weapons and above need to be refined, and the sharpness and sturdiness are incomparable to ordinary soldiers.

The level of spiritual weapons is divided into upper, middle and lower grades, which are the treasures that warriors dream of.

As for the magic weapon, it is even more advanced. It is a treasure that can be imprinted with spiritual consciousness and refined to recognize the master.

The magic weapon is graded according to the number of restrictions on refining, and generally only Martial Saints and above can have it.

Zhang Shan held the sword and watched for a while, then suddenly stabbed at the ground, with a soft chirp sound, the long sword pierced through the thick bluestone slab on the ground without hindrance, like cutting tofu.

"Huh..."

Zhang Shan gasped, what a sharp sword.

Situ Qingwan also said in amazement: "This... is definitely a high-grade spiritual weapon, you really earned it this time."

"That's great, when the sect is being selected, it's time to take Shentu Shengdong to test the sword." Zhang Shan smiled and put the sword back into its sheath.

In the following days, Zhang Shan stayed in the backyard and practiced day after day without leaving home.

"Ni Mie Slash" and "God's Variety of Changes" are becoming more and more exquisite, especially "Ni Mie Slash". When he holds the hilt of the sword and wants to draw the sword out of its sheath, the momentum of breaking everything with a single sword is heart-pounding. crack.

Time passed by in a flash, and finally came the day of the Wentian Sect's selection.

"The fate of the future depends on the result of this day's competition. Whether it is a dragon or a snake depends on this game."

Sitting in the carriage of Situ's family, Zhang Shan looked at the flow of people on the street, feeling a little dazed.

Every three years, when it came to Wentianzong's selection test, the same lively scene would appear.

Three years ago, Zhang Shan had seen such a grand occasion shortly after entering Wentian Academy.

At that time, as a freshman at the lowest level, he was inexplicably excited when he saw those seniors showing their glory in the ring, thinking that one day, he would shine here too.

"It seems that you are feeling a little bit emotional, do you want to wait until the next battle to become famous and have unlimited glory." Situ Qingwan, who was sitting on the side of the car, said with a smile.

Looking away from the car window, Zhang Shan shook his head and said, "Aren't you worried about my defeat?"

"I was a little worried at first, but after trying your Nirvana Slash the day before yesterday, I started to worry about your opponent instead." Situ Qingwan said with lingering fear.

In order to assess Zhang Shan's combat strength and make early plans, Situ Ming'an and his daughter had rubbed with Zhang Shan respectively the day before yesterday.

In the battle with Zhang Shan, Situ Qingwan faced the move of Nirvana Slash, his heart was taken away, and he was defeated, so the impression was not usually deep.

The carriage drove into the main street where Wentian Academy was located, and the crowd looked at the carriage marked by Situ's house and gave way one after another.

"It's the people from the Situ family who came. Didn't their family have no disciples to participate in this selection test?"

"You can come and see the excitement without participating. Besides, I heard that although the disciples of the Situ family will not participate in this big test, they have recruited the new chief disciple Zhang Shan from the academy. Of course they will come."

"Well, I heard that the purpose of recruiting Zhang Shan is to deal with the young master of the Shentu family, but I don't think the chances are too high."

"That is, he has only been promoted to the Spiritual Martial Realm for less than three months. Besides, one is the young master of the family, and the other is just a recruited guest. The resources for cultivation are changing every day. I think Situ's doing this is just to add trouble to that one." , it's useless."

The carriage drove into the academy, and the whispers around could not stop coming into the carriage.

"People outside are not very optimistic about you. The major gambling houses in Qingyang City have also offered odds. The odds for you to win the championship are [-] to [-]." Situ Qingwan said with a smile.

Zhang Shan laughed at himself and said: "Of course, compared with you children of aristocratic families, I have no resources and no power. From the perspective of outsiders, I will naturally not be optimistic about me."

"You sons of aristocratic families, my Situ family is on your side."

Situ Qingwan glared at him, and then smiled slyly: "I bet heavily on you, and your mother, Mrs. Xiao, also bet on all of your Zhang family's belongings, you can't lose .”

Zhang Shan stared at Situ Qingwan and said, "My mother never gambles, how could she bet this time?"

"I mentioned it by accident when I went to see her yesterday, and then Mrs. Xiao decided to entrust me with the bet. According to her words, if you win, you can make a lot of money. If you lose, it is useless to keep these properties .”

Zhang Shan snorted, it must have been Situ Qingwan who encouraged his mother to place the bet, but it was true, he would only have a future if he won, and nothing if he lost.

After entering the academy, Zhang Shan and Situ Qingwan separated and went to report by themselves, and then someone led him to the waiting area, waiting for the competition to start.

Half an hour later, when the time was almost up, Zhang Shan saw a group of people entering the arena and walking up to the viewing platform.

"This should be the person sent by Wentian Sect to preside over the selection test." Zhang Shan thought to himself.

After carefully observing those people, suddenly his eyes narrowed and he saw a familiar figure.

"Isn't this the Fang Yiru who was rescued in the Tianqing Mountains last time? Why did she appear here?" Zhang Shan thought to himself.

Fang Yiru and another man were ushered into the main seat of the viewing stand, and the others sat down behind them, while Yan Zhengying, the head of the school, sat on the side seat as a companion.

Zhang Shan raised his eyebrows and suddenly understood, "It turns out that she is one of the two supervisors sent by Wentian Sect this time, and the other one should be that man."

Every time there is a school selection test in the school, Wen Tianzong will send no less than two inner disciples to serve as competition supervisors to monitor the fairness of the competition, and also be responsible for bringing the disciples who pass the test back to the sect after the competition ben shan.

At this time, a bell rang throughout the audience, and the owner of the hall, Yan Zhengying, stood up solemnly, first saluted the two people on the main seat, and then turned around to look at the audience.

(End of this chapter)