Chen Fan stood alone in the center of the square and was stared at by all directions. The joy of the young man's success was like a gorgeous firework blooming in his chest.

He looked up and saw the faint smile on his master Mu Chenzhou's face, and the earnest hope in the eyes of the head Feng Qingyu. He seemed to hear the shouts of the disciples of the Ninth Peak, and heard Mu Lingyao's excitement and the encouragement in Fang Xinjue's gentle voice.

Apart from giggling, he really didn't know how to express his current mood. He has lived in a hundred thousand mountains since he was a child, and except for his grandfather, there are only unexplained ferocious birds and beasts.

Although he didn't know the taste of sorrow when he was young, loneliness had already been planted in his heart. When others were young, they would call their friends to catch bees and butterflies, playing and playing. But he could only run happily in rainy days, when ferocious beasts would not frequently appear, chasing the raindrops ahead that had never fallen.

When others were young, they would snuggle up to their parents and act coquettishly, but he could only sit on the silent mountain top and look at the cold moon.

But since he reached the Ninth Peak, he was surrounded by warmth again and again. The love of his master's wife, the tolerance of his master, the care of his senior sister, and the care of his senior brother all made him deeply fascinated.

He was born a naughty person and caused countless troubles on the Ninth Peak, but no one had ever really hated him. Even Qian Feng would pick some new spiritual fruits and send them to Chenfan's room at sunrise every day.

Now, the sect has used the Liuyun Sword Book to make all the efforts to build momentum for him, making it clear that it wants to protect him.

"If I, Chen Fan, can achieve enlightenment, and I will die for one day, and will be glorious and immortal for one day!" Chen Fan looked at the huge white glazed altar and made a secret oath.

"Rich incense!" Feng Qingyu suddenly let out a loud shout, his long hair moved with the wind, his voice was heavy and low, but it was as continuous as the sound of the great way, instantly suppressing all the noise.

The square in front of the hall, even the entire Liuyun Mountain, was silent for a moment, and the falling needles could be heard. Even the tourists who were walking through the Liuyun Mountain stopped talking and filled with a solemn and solemn atmosphere.

An old man with white hair, white eyebrows, white beard and white robe, looked devoutly straightened his clothes and hats, bowed step by step, and walked towards the white glazed altar.

Walking forward for dozens of steps, a vast sword energy suddenly surged out of the altar and then soared into the sky, like an invisible sword that directly disrupted the clouds in the air. The sword wind was endless, shocking and irresistible.

An extremely fanatical spirit burst out in the old man's eyes. He put on his white shirt and knelt down on the ground, whispering intently, and touching the ground with his head.

The incense burner on the gilded purple incense table suddenly flowed inexplicably, and a smear of colorful smoke swelled up, emitting a simple Taoist rhyme.

Three golden fragrances are spontaneously burning in the ancient Taoist rhyme and colorful smoke. There are thousands of long swords roaring and thick smoke rolling, and the altar is covered in an instant.

The strange fragrance thrills, and in the rolling white smoke, there are five-clawed golden dragons flying, colorful wings phoenixes roaring, divine roc spreading wings, and white divine turtle holding their heads. It is mysterious and unpredictable and fascinating.

The old man with snow-white body raised his head, got up, and slowly retreated in the clouds.

He clasped his fists with his hands and bowed slightly and said, "Zu Xiangran, please ask the leader for a sword!"

Feng Qingyu nodded and spoke to the mysterious place covered by blue mist behind the sword pavilion, "Sword is your request!"

Everyone turned their heads, but saw that the land filled with blue mist had no sign of signs. It suddenly cracked a big crack, as if it was divided into two by something.

A green divine rainbow sped out, and the colorful clouds burst into waves, causing wind and thunder to surge. It surrounded the sky above the Sword Pavilion, and one divine light after another splashed.

"The Fairy Sword Flowing Clouds." Someone in the crowd said that he revealed the origin of Qinghong on the spot.

Then, behind the crack, swords were striking the sky and the earth. The extremely terrifying sword momentum pierced through the blue mist, and a strong wind suddenly blew in the field.

The fairy sword Liuyun took the lead, following the thirty-six ancient swords behind him. Each ancient sword is famous and is left by the most amazing senior master of the Liuyun Sword Sect from ancient times to the present.

These thirty-seven ancient swords were all inserted into the ancestral land behind the Sword Pavilion with spiritual connections. As time goes by, the world changes, and they have always guarded the Liuyun Sword Sect.

When Liuyun Sword Book worshipped the ancestors, there was an illusory figure floating on each sword, which was their former master. Although these people did not exist in the world, each figure was still extremely powerful. The hot and majestic aura made people dare not look directly at it.

Their aura covers the sky and the sun, and the sword intent between each handle is completely different. Some are as gentle as gentlemen, some are as murderous as people, some are as steady as mountains, some are as rushing as rivers and seas, cold as bright moon, and hot as the sun.

Various sword energy is erected and the sword intent is intertwined, reflecting most of the sky with magnificent magnificent black, white, yin and yang, clearly distinguishing, and shining with divine beauty, just like a paradise of immortal land.

After these thirty-seven ancient swords bloomed in the air, they were headed by the Liuyun Fairy Sword and fell one after another, and their light disappeared and were displayed on the white glazed altar.

The highest level is only the fairy sword Liuyun.

The ancient sword entered the list, and the amazing sword energy disappeared in the sky, and the brilliant divine beauty disappeared. However, the ancient meaning on the altar became deeper and deeper. In the hazy white mist, a huge Taoist appeared out of thin air.

It is the first ancestor of Liuyun Sword Sect, the master of the immortal sword Liuyun, the first founder of the sect, and the Taoist Liuyun.

"Meet the ancestor Liuyun!" The head sect Feng Qingyu, the master of Jiufeng Peak, and the elders present, the elders in charge of the sect shouted in unison, and the voice was respectful, spreading throughout every inch of the Liuyun Sword Sect.

"Meet the ancestor Liuyun." This time, the sound was made by all the mountain disciples of Liuyun Sword Sect, which was even more deafening than the mountain collapse and tsunami.

The giant on the altar smiled, and after receiving the worship of everyone from Liuyun Sword Sect, he slowly sank into the smoke again. The ancestors became feathered, which was the illusory Taoist shadow condensed by the immortal sword Liuyun.

There were countless people outside the venue who shouted in their hearts that the fragrance burned itself, and the dragon and phoenix danced. They asked the sword to come out of the mountain and saw the elegance of the famous swords of ancient times. In the end, they witnessed the appearance of the ancestor of Liuyun Sword Sect with their own eyes and said that this was true.

"Fellow Taoists, after burning incense, I asked for a sword, and I also worship the ancestor. Next, Feng invites you to drink together and thanks for coming to watch the ceremony!" Feng Qingyu smiled, raised his glass with one hand, and greeted the audience.

Countless people laughed and drank, and for a moment, the whole room was filled with the fragrance of wine. But after putting down the wine glass, everyone's eyes gathered at the boy with swordsman in the middle of the square.

They all knew that Liuyun Sword Book would have distributed invitations in previous years, but this time, they invited everyone in the world as guests. Some time ago, Chen Fan, the spirit-raising man who caused a lot of trouble, would definitely have something to do with him if nothing unexpected happens.

Feng Qingyu's merits on the creation, and the expressions of the people in the field naturally could not escape his eyes. He smiled and said, "I think it's right. I'm asking you to come to Liuyun not only for the sake of watching the ceremony, but also for everyone to witness something."

"What's the test?" someone asked.

"Please look," Feng Qingyu smiled and looked at Mu Chenzhou with slight slightest as he spoke.

Mu Chenzhou raised his eyebrows and retreated slightly. The other eight peak masters followed Mu Chenzhou and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Kill the spirit-raising man, haha, I want to see who is so brave!" Feng Qingyu sneered in his heart, and there was no strange look on his face.

After Mu Chenzhou left, the empty square suddenly began to shake, and an extremely thick stone pillar suddenly rose from the center of the square, attracting everyone's attention with a violent rumbling sound.

Chen Fan let out a heavy breath and looked up at everyone. He was just now watching from all directions, and now he was scanning all directions.

As the stone pillar emerged, three thousand Liuyun sword cultivators carried their swords and ran silently but with a rainbow. Six hundred sword pavilions rose into the air, and the sword intent was vast.

At this moment, Chen Fan exerted force under his feet, and his whole body flashed with lightning, and he jumped onto the stone pillar. When he fell, lightning and thunder were roaring in front of him, and purple thunder exploded.

From now on, he is the only protagonist on Liuyun Mountain. Although he is young, he is in his prime.

The stone pillar came and the rumbling sound became more and more violent, but Chen Fan, who was standing on the stone pillar, had no shaking or shaking, as if he had grown a root.

All forces outside the field were staring at Chen Fan with different expressions. Some people were envious, while others were amazed. Although Chen Fan was not handsome, he was very dazzling at this point.

A young man has a dream, and a young girl has a spring.

There were countless young men who wanted to replace Chen Fan immediately. They stood on the stone pillar, and there were also unknown girls who were in love with Chen Fan at first sight.

Oh, some people's eyes are still as plain as water, such as her, white clothes fluttering Gu Meng'er, and he, with a sword on his waist, Dongshan Yusang.

But they are only a very small number after all.

Chen Fan grinned. He was a boy, how could he keep his patience as usual?

The stone pillar finally stopped shaking, and stopped rising, nearly five meters high. The disciples of Li Chen in the six hundred sword pavilions in the sky were flying, with sword lights lingering and flowing lights intertwined, making them extremely beautiful.

The three thousand sword cultivators in the square lined up around the stone pillars. While the stone pillars stopped, they brazenly raised their swords and danced. The ones dancing were the required sword songs of Liuyun’s disciples!

Chen Fan stood on the stone pillar, with 3,000 disciples above and below, but no one could cover his sharpness. His long hair was flying, his mouth was curled up, and he was indescribably frivolous.

"Chen Fan, the ninth peak disciple of Liuyun Sword Sect!" Feng Qingyu shouted loudly, his voice rolling like thunder, as if it could shatter the sky. The entire Liuyun Sword Sect fell into a strange silence again.

"Disciple is here!" Chen Fan shouted lightly, put his knees on the ground, bowing his head.

"You are so talented that you knocked on the broken cliff and bell nine times. Now you are named Liuyun Sword. Do you want to?" Feng Qingyu's words fell, and three thousand six hundred long swords in the sky and under the ground suddenly pointed at Chen Fan.

The scene was extremely shocked, and I instantly understood the meaning of Liuyun Sword Sect's move.

It turns out that this is what he said! Chen Fan was appointed as the sword. If he died for no reason, Liuyun would never die.

They are warning everyone in the world!

Chen Fan slowly looked up, glanced at the shocking crowd in the field, and murmured to himself: "Grandpa, have you seen it? Master said, you will come. Then have you come?"

The most proud moment of my life, if you can’t see it, I will be disappointed!
Chapter completed!