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"So it is."

He was a little weird before:

Wang's method of raising flying swords can only take effect once in a lifetime, shouldn't it mean that the higher the realm, the better it is to climb the mountain of swords?

From the looks of it now, climbing the Sword Mountain has a limitation of cultivation, and it can only be before the supernatural power level.

"Boom!" "Boom!"

When the two were talking, they were still riding the light to escape at high speed, and they quickly approached the thousand zhang sword mountain.

"Taozi Wang Pojun, I have met all the elders."

Wang Pojun stopped to escape the light, stood in mid-air, straightened his body, bowed dignifiedly to the many figures in the sea of ​​sword qi, and said solemnly:

"Chen's young master has arrived, and the sword mountain can be opened!"

Above the clouds, came a deep voice:

"Daozi doesn't need to be too polite, just come up to the cloud, and the sword mountain will be opened immediately."

"This……"

Wang Pojun hesitated for a moment, but responded:

"If I want to stay below, I won't go up to the clouds."

As soon as this statement came out:

Above the clouds, there was a moment of silence.

Wang Pojun is the venerable Taoist, and his status is still higher than most of the great powers present. According to the rules, he cannot stay below and mix with many ordinary clansmen.

However, since he has spoken, it is not easy to refute his face due to the great powers of the Wang family.

"Then follow Daozi's will."

Finally, the deep voice spoke slowly.

"Thank you patriarch."

Wang Pojun bowed slightly, and after a salute, he signaled Chen Qingyu with his eyes, and they landed in front of Jianshan together.

"Brother Wang, thank you."

Chen Qingyu smiled at him.

He could see that Wang Pojun stayed below because he wanted to take care of his emotions.

"Just a little thing."

Wang Pojun whispered:

"Brother Chen, pay attention! The Sword Mountain is about to open!"

Hearing his words, Chen Qingyu's expression changed, and he subconsciously looked at Jianshan.

Next moment:

"Today will open the Sword Mountain!"

Above the sky, the deep voice suddenly became louder like thunder, causing the sea of ​​clouds to churn.

Immediately after:

Qianzhang Sword Mountain suddenly burst into brilliant brilliance, instantly covering the sky and sunlight!

Looking carefully, the layer upon layer of brilliant brilliance is composed of very small, interconnected and intertwined sword lights!

"This is……"

Chen Qingyu identified it carefully, and felt a slight movement in his heart:

"Is this quite similar to the Holy King's Sword Formation on the top of Tianjian Mountain?"

"It seems that this sword mountain is not just a place of trials, it must have other uses."

Thinking this way in his heart, he saw the sword light surging in the sky, falling like rain, falling into the sword mountain, and disappearing.

A faint brilliance rose from the bottom of the sword mountain, and the mountain guard formation in the distance shook slightly.

"Sword Mountain has opened!"

Another old voice sounded above the clouds:

"Where is the first climber today?"

In front of the sword mountain, a bearded man with a nervous expression stepped forward and respectfully said:

"My junior Wang Haodong is here."

From the sky, there were two words that were neither light nor heavy:

"Climbing!"

"Yes!"

The bearded man responded, straightened his body immediately, took a deep breath, and stepped on the stone steps of Jianshan Mountain.

The stone steps go straight up, all the way to the top of Jianshan Mountain.

Under the watchful eyes of 10,000+ people——

The bearded man climbed up the stairs step by step, higher and higher, and soon reached the mountainside of Jianshan Mountain.

"drink!"

At this time, he gave a low shout, flipped his hands over, took out his natal flying sword, and began to practice his sword skills one by one.

"Brother Chen, did you see that?"

Wang Pojun whispered quietly:

"You can see that the position he chose is very particular..."

Chapter 278 Heart Disease Needs Heart Medicine Doctor Chen Qingyu's expression changed, revealing a hint of interest:

"Brother Wang, please explain in detail."

Hearing the words, Wang Pojun continued to transmit the voice:

"Brother Chen can also see that the higher the sword mountain is, the smaller the area is, and the remaining flying swords are obviously stronger!"

"And on the sword mountain, you can't use the power of the real gang, and you can't use any supernatural powers."

"The only thing that can be used is sword intent and sword moves!"

"But the pure sword intent has a limited range of influence, so choosing a suitable position is very critical."

When Chen Qingyu heard the words, he knew it in his heart.

In the case of only one chance to practice their own sword intent, climbers must first have a clear positioning of their own level, in order to truly attract the most suitable flying sword.

If the height is too low, lower than one's own kendo level, although there are many flying swords attracted, they are all "vulgar fans" and are unsightly;

If the height is too high, beyond your own level of kendo, then the "high cold" tyrannical flying sword will not respond at all, and you can only return empty-handed, wanting to cry without tears;

"Brother Chen..."

Wang Pojun hesitated for a moment, and still whispered:

"When you climb the mountain, try not to go too high."

Chen Qingyu smiled, noncommittal.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Wang Pojun thought he agreed, and he was secretly relieved.

In all fairness:

He knew a little bit about the plans of the upper echelon, but as a friend, he didn't want to see Chen Shaojun lose face here and make a joke.

Time continues to pass:

On the sword mountain, the bearded man exerted his sword intent for a long time, but he didn't even attract a flying sword.

The only few flying swords moved lazily, as if they didn't like his sword intent, and didn't even intend to fly.

"This……"

The face of the bearded man turned blue and white, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing.

He was anxious, and vigorously urged his own sword intent, trying to attract a "blind" flying sword to look at him.

"All right!"

Above the sky, that old voice said coldly:

"Go down! You have failed!"

"My generation of sword cultivators requires the heart of the sword to be transparent. The first step is to weigh your own sword, how sharp it is!"

"You don't even know how much you weigh yourself, so why do you practice swords?"

The complexion of the bearded man turned pale in an instant, his body swayed a bit, his face was full of depression, but he could only go down the mountain step by step, lost his soul, and staggered on his feet.

As soon as the elder's conclusion comes out, his life is over, and he can only do nothing in the future, and be an ordinary clansman, pinning his hopes on his children.

The once proud spring breeze has turned into bitterness at this moment.

"..."

The first climber didn't get off to a good start, which made the 10,000+ Wang's children who were watching around couldn't help whispering.

When the bearded man finally came down the mountain:

"Where's the next climber?"

That old voice continued to resound in the sky.

"The junior Wang Haoming is here!"

A disciple of the Wang family, dressed as a young prince, immediately gave a loud shout, walked calmly, and climbed up the sword mountain.

After a while:

He stopped near the mountainside and displayed his sword intent.

After a few breaths, there were seven or eight flying swords around him, flying out one after another, circling and dancing around him.

Seeing this, the young son was slightly overjoyed, but his movements remained undisturbed, and he continued to practice his sword intent.

After a moment:

He chose the most powerful one that matched his own sword intent, and with a smile on his face, he recruited the flying sword into his hand.

"Buzz!"

Feijian let out a buzzing sound, turned into a stream of light, submerged into his body, and disappeared.

As for the remaining flying swords, after circling once more, they all returned to their original "lying" places and stopped moving.

"not bad!"

The old voice in the sky revealed a trace of satisfaction:

"Go down."

The young son gave a respectful salute, looked joyful, and walked briskly down the mountain.

"Next person……"

After he went down the mountain, the old voice spoke again, and it was another young disciple of the Wang family who climbed up the sword mountain.

And on the cloud:

Many powerful people, sorted according to their status, sat cross-legged on the cloud bed.

At the center of many great powers is the current patriarch of the Liangshan Wang family and a dozen or so elders.

Although they were looking down at the mountain climbing scene, they could find that their attention was almost entirely focused on Chen Shaojun when they observed carefully.

"Patriarch..."

An elder of the Wang family showed a hint of hesitation:

"I'm afraid it's not good for us to do this?"