The middle-aged man stood up and his eyes kept scanning the dozen young men on the sword field, trying to find the one who was recognized by the Divine Sword, but unexpectedly discovered that none of them looked like that.

"Is it just an illusion?"

The middle-aged man frowned even deeper. The feeling of being confused just now was definitely the legendary feeling of the four great swords recognizing their masters, otherwise this obvious feeling would not have happened. However, he carefully observed the four tall stone pillars on the edge and found that there was no change, so he couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Not only the old man had this feeling, but at the same time, in a mysterious cave on the back mountain of Baibao Pavilion.

An old man who was about to die of wood slowly opened his eyes and looked at the four lamps emitting faint light in front of him, a trace of splendor appeared in his turbid eyes.

The old man raised his hand gently, and his hands seemed to be a dead tree, with only a layer of leather wrapped around him. A lampstand came to his hand. The lampstand was red and only half, covered with dense black rust, but the lamp was turned off.

"Blood……"

The old man murmured and said vague words. He held them in his hand and watched them for a long time, and finally put the lampstand back to his original place.

The old man slowly closed his eyes and entered into meditation again, as if he had merged with the cave in an instant. But after a moment, a lamp flower suddenly exploded on the four lights that were already on, and it was extinguished with a sneer.

"Qingfeng!"

The old man suddenly opened his eyes, stared at the lampstand that had just been destroyed, and spit out two words.

Scream! Scream! Scream!

With a wave of his hand, the extinguished lampstand was grabbed in his hand. However, almost a moment later, the other three lamps also went out.

Bang!

The old man trembled, and the lampstand in his hand fell to the ground. His body was like a ghost, disappearing in an instant, appearing directly in the air. Three rays of light visible to the naked eye were stimulating in three different directions, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Four swords come out at the same time! Is another prosperous age coming?" The old man murmured to himself, unable to see the sadness and joy. In the end, he did not chase the disappearing sword lights, nor did he return to the cave again, but his body slowly disappeared into the air, and in the end it seemed that he had never appeared.

"What's going on? The seals of the four great swords seemed to have moved just now?"

The middle-aged man on the square platform frowned. He seemed to have noticed the seals of the four great swords on the sword field that had moved, but in just a moment, everything returned to normal.

"Oh my God, someone has been recognized by Gu Jian!"

However, before the middle-aged man understood what was going on, someone suddenly burst into screams on the sword field.

"Someone has received the recognition of Gu Jian!"

Cheers suddenly erupted in the crowd, and then everyone else looked at a handsome young man in his twenties on the side of the square.

I saw a big sword that was ten feet long hovering on the young man's head, but the sword was not physical, just an illusion. Even so, it put a lot of pressure on the people within three feet of his side, and felt like he would be killed by the big sword as long as he went there.

"What's that?"

"I don't know, I've never heard of it!"

"This is called the ancient sword inheritance, a group of fools!"

"I didn't expect that before Elder Bai announced that he had begun to realize the sword, someone was recognized by the ancient sword. It seemed like he was such a genius!"

The people on the field were chattering, but most people didn't know what was going on. Even Li Kun and Senior Sister Wang looked confused.

Not to mention that Li Kun and others were confused, even the young man who was recognized by Gu Jian looked at everyone with a confused look on his face.

"Silver Sword Soul? Okay, very good. I have another genius that is rare in a century!" The middle-aged man on the square platform fell to the young man and nodded with satisfaction.

"Silver Sword Soul? What is that?"

Many people on the field looked confused and wanted to know what the Silver Sword Soul was, but they didn't wait for them to ask.

The middle-aged man took the initiative to explain: "Don't look at my Treasure Pavilion now being weak and being suppressed by the three major families, but it was famous in China a thousand years ago, and even in the world it was the best sect! This sword soul is a treasure left by our ancestors. According to the cultivation level of our ancestors when we were born, this sword soul is divided into six types of wood, iron, silver and gold holy spirits. Even the weakest Wood Sword Soul, who was also a fourth-level supernatural powerhouse when we were alive!"

"How is that possible?"

"You brag, there will be a fourth-level supernatural powerhouse in this Baitiao Pavilion? I don't believe it!"

"I don't believe it either!"

"Okay, stop bragging, be careful to blow the skin to the sky!"

"Haha, I didn't realize that you are so old and you are still so humorous!"

However, when the middle-aged man talked about the fourth-level powerful man in Baibao Pavilion, he not only did not make people fascinated, but instead burst into sighs. It was obvious that he did not believe the middle-aged man. If there were really a fourth-level powerful man in Baibao Pavilion, he would have been on par with the three major families, so how could he survive in such a small place?

On the surface, the Baibao Pavilion looks glorious and has the same power as the three major families, but these people know that the three major families just treat the Baibao Pavilion as a sheep that makes wool, otherwise it would not have been possible for the Baibao Pavilion to be so big.

"Hmph, a group of ignorant young boys!"

It seemed that because of the pain point being hit by these newcomers, the middle-aged man's face turned blue and white, but it had a bad attack. Finally, he had to snort coldly in dissatisfaction and then return to the square platform.

The middle-aged man showed weakness, and the screams on the court became even more jubilant, and the originally tense assessment atmosphere became relaxed for a moment.

"Li Kun, do you believe that Baibao Pavilion has really produced a fourth-level strongman?" Senior Sister Wang asked Li Kun with a thoughtful expression on her face.

"I'm not easy to say, maybe I've really made it!"

Li Kun looked at the half-broken sword in his hand and fell into deep thought.

The first path of cultivation is divided into entry-level, first level, second level, third level, and fourth level!

This is common sense that every warrior knows, but it just knows it. How difficult is the path of cultivation? There are only three major families with fourth-level strong men in charge, and it is just a rumor. As for whether they have reached the fourth level or not, it is still a matter of two things.

But Li Kun did not doubt it because the half-cut sword in his hand made him confused.

"Okay, everyone is welcome to pass the test of climbing the ladder. The next assessment is Jian Jian!" After the middle-aged man returned to the square platform, he continued to announce the subsequent assessment content.

"Sword of Enlightenment?"

"What is the sword of enlightenment?"

"Shouldn't the sword be used for practice?"

"How else can I understand this sword?"

Many people are full of doubts. Doesn’t swords rely on practice? How can they rely on enlightenment?

"Is this the only one?"

Li Kun murmured at the broken sword on the back of his hand, and understood a little bit what was going on with this sword of enlightenment.
Chapter completed!