Chapter 20: Basic Sword Techniques First Round!

  Mo Bei couldn't help but praise him.

  At this time, a familiar voice sounded from behind: "This is natural!"

  Mo Beihui turned around and saw that Ye Qinghong had somehow squeezed out of the crowd and was standing behind him.

  Mo Bei asked: "How did you come back?"

  Ye Qinghong bit her lip and said: "I, I want to be with everyone!"

  She immediately changed the subject, quietly explaining to Mo Bei, her eyes filled with admiration and awe that could not be concealed:

  "This was where Taixu's founding master, Ye Shen, practiced swordplay and gained enlightenment. Hence the name. Countless years ago, when the Blood Moon descended, the Master's spirit suddenly appeared, and thus created the Taixu Sword Technique!"

  Mo Bei listened and looked at her with a surprised expression, his heart filled with amusement.

  This little girl probably doesn't know that this rumor is purely fabricated by the master's ancestor. The true origin of the Taiwu Swordsmanship is actually a variation of the Taibai Swordsmanship.

  In less than a moment, the more than 4,000 youths also slowly arrived, pouring into the Wusword Platform like a flood of fish, discussing in hushed tones.

  "Entrance assessment, second stage."

  A cold and clear voice rose, this voice was not loud, but it clearly reached every person's ears, suppressing the noise on the scene.

  All the boys quieted down and looked towards the source of the sound.

  On top of the giant sword, a middle-aged man in black robes stood with his hands behind his back. This was the examiner!

  He stood against the fierce wind on the hilt of his sword. His black robe fluttered and made a rustling sound as it moved with the wind, simple yet decisive.

  His eyes were cold and stern, scanning the crowd in the room, shouting: "Practice sword."

  As his voice fell, the black-robed examiner's sleeve fluttered and in an instant!

  Innumerable divine swords suddenly appeared in the void, their bodies humming loudly. Under the sunlight, they shone brightly, gathering into a sea of silver that filled the entire sky!

  What a grand sight!

  "Begin!" The black-robed examiner hummed softly, his finger pointing lightly towards the sea of people.

  In an instant, ten thousand swords were fired!

  "Hiss! Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!"

  Countless ear-piercing sonic booms converge into a single sound wave that never ceases!

  That dense sea of swords, stirred up wave after wave of air waves, with a fierce momentum! Rising to the highest point in the void, it immediately dived down, and the dense sword rain poured straight into the crowd!

  The momentum was so great that it shocked everyone.

  Mo Bei and others couldn't help but gasp in unison, their bodies covered in cold sweat.

  "Ding ding ding ding!"

  Each fairy sword fell in front of each young man, stabbing into the ground, the blade trembling violently, buzzing incessantly.

  "What is a sword? It's the sharp spirit of man, revealing its edge and taking shape. Nothing can stop it, nothing can withstand it. That is what a sword is!" The middle-aged man's clear voice echoed throughout the entire square.

  "Swordsmanship, endless variations, infinite changes. But—"

  "The examiner in black robes suddenly changed his tone: 'A thousand changes are inseparable from the foundation! All sword techniques are derived from basic sword techniques and evolved through variations!'"

  "A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. A skyscraper rises from the ground! The basic sword techniques are the most important!"

  "Second trial, test your skills! Practice basic sword techniques fifty times!"

  As soon as this was said, everyone was shocked and amazed.

  "This basic sword technique, although simple, must be pursued with precision and without error! I practice a set every day and get so tired that I'm drenched in sweat." Long Hao Tian's mouth twitched, his eyebrows furrowed in distress: "This assessment is really inhumane, actually requiring us to practice fifty times, it's enough to exhaust people to collapse!"

  Ye Qing's lips pursed, her toes lightly tapped, and the green sword followed suit, its blade drawing a beautiful parabolic curve in mid-air before landing back in her hand.

  "Tai Xu Sect assessment is to select those with exceptional talent and perseverance, it's not easy, like trying to squeeze a thousand soldiers and horses through a single plank bridge. Come on!"

  With that, Ye Qinghong's figure fluttered like a butterfly, dancing lightly, and it would be better to say she was dancing rather than practicing swordplay. At this moment, she seemed to have transformed into a spirit dancing on the tip of her sword, her movements ethereal and elegant to the extreme, each slash and swing a feast for the eyes.

  "Hoo-hoo-hoo!"

  Every move is a movement!

  All the young men grasped their spiritual swords and continuously swung them in a flurry of slashes, the sound of tearing through the air unceasingly roaring.

  A flash of sword light.

  Those countless sword lights, constantly overflowing, splashing out circle after circle of sword flowers, as if a hundred flowers were blooming together, dazzling to the eyes.

  Mo Beishou grasped the three-foot green blade, the sword tip pointing to the ground, but he didn't rush to move. His gaze fell on a brown figure in the crowd not far away.

  A fierce aura emanated from his body, spreading and pouring out with every move of the sword, and it was precisely Fang Luoyou!

  He moved freely and swiftly through the crowded throngs with ease.

  The sword wind howls, sometimes slow and sometimes tight.

  Sometimes strong winds blow, making people's hearts tremble. Sometimes spring breezes caress the face, making people feel as comfortable as if they were bathing in spring breeze.

  Split, swing, chop, collapse, swing, cut off, intercept, stab, stir, hang, press!

  Every move, every sword, contains the intent of the sword.

  This simplest basic sword technique seems simple, yet it is as if it changes endlessly, with a sharp and fierce momentum that captivates people, making it impossible to defend against. It attracted everyone's attention.

  "It seems that this person has reached an extremely high level of understanding of the sword's intent." Mo Bei thought to himself, "The Taixu Sect is indeed a place where dragons and tigers hide. Calling him a genius would not be an exaggeration."

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, the surrounding young people exclaimed in surprise one after another.

  Such geniuses are not just one person here, whether it's Ji Wubing or Ye Qingfeng, Chen Qingzhu is also like this!

  Among the four thousand people, hundreds of them had such an epiphany about the sword intent. These people were almost all disciples from immortal families.

  Mo Bei let out a long breath and began to dance with his sword, hacking and slashing in a frenzy, lost in the moment.

  The action is sometimes fast and sometimes slow, with a perfect balance of tension and relaxation, like a heavenly garment without seams.

  The sword light flashes, changing and unpredictable.

  Mo Bei's face was extremely solemn, his heart focused, he simply wielded his long sword, at this moment there were only him and the sword, between heaven and earth nothing else existed, just one person and one sword, forgetting himself and becoming one.

  Time flies by quickly.

  The entire Wusword Platform was silent, with only the faint sound of breaking air whistling, and the sword wind fluttering robes.

  The first time, the second time, the tenth time!

  The twentieth time, the thirtieth time...

  Gradually, some people can't hold on, and gaps appear!

  "Wang Jiuzhou, thirty-six times, action transformation failed!"

  "Zhang Yu, 42 times, unable to hold on, failed!"

  ……

  Similar voices echoed throughout the Wudang Platform. Those unqualified young men were immediately dragged away, extremely unwillingly, and rushed onto the flying boat.

  "Don't! Give me one more chance!! Please, I beg of you!"

  "Do you know who I am? I'm the Crown Prince of Qing Guo! How dare you drive me away!"

  Immediately, the young man known as the Crown Prince of Qing Guo was struck by a beam of light from the sky and fell unconscious. He was picked up and thrown onto the flying boat like a dead dog.

  Among these unqualified youths, some begged and others shouted wildly, but all were sent to the flying boat without exception.

  "Hsss... Hsss... Hsss..."

  Everyone continues to practice sword!

  The fortieth time, the forty-first time, the fortieth time...

  The fiftieth time!

  An hour later, the fifty basic sword techniques were finally practiced.

  That three-foot green sword slipped out of Mo Bei's hand, drawing a elegant arc of light in the air, and stabbed into the boulder on the ground, shattering it like tofu.

  "Hum..."

  The blade sank two feet deep, the sword body lightly trembled, and a series of soft hums sounded.

  Everyone is like this, hold on!

  The examiner took a deep breath and said in a low voice: "Basic swordsmanship, fifty repetitions. Everyone passes!"

  Mo Bei held a sword in one hand, his breathing steady. Except for the fine beads of sweat that appeared on his forehead, it was as if nothing had happened at all.

  Turning back, I saw that Long Hao Tian and Ye Qing Hong were still there, both of them covered in sweat!

  Long Hao Tian's eyes widened, his pupils filled with wild excitement: "I held on, I held on!"

  Ye Qinghong also said: "I persisted, I also persisted!"

  But another voice rose!

  "Li He, unsteady footsteps, rapid breathing, fifty basic sword moves forgotten, slash, block and parry three moves, not qualified!"

  "Chen Daoming, you forgot Splitting Air Palm and Collapsing Mountain Fist! Unqualified!"

  ……

  Similar voices echoed one after another throughout the entire Wudao Platform. All the young men, either joyful or worried, were either excitedly shouting or covering their faces and crying loudly upon hearing that they did not qualify.

  In the end, 4,000 young people, 3,325 passed the first round and 675 were disqualified.

  Mo Bei and Ye Qinghong stood among the crowd of qualified boys, gazing at those unqualified boys who were being chased onto the flying boat.

  Among these unqualified youths, some begged and others shouted wildly, but all were sent to the flying boat without exception.

  "Hsss... Hsss... Hsss..."

  More than twenty flying boats slowly rose into the air, stirring up a fierce gust of wind, sweeping towards the void, and disappearing at the edge of the sky.

  Long Haitian sighed and said, "Among these young people, I don't know how many are like me, traveling thousands of miles to join the Tai Xu Sect, but before they even saw the Tai Xu Temple, they were chased away. Alas... it's so cruel."

  Ye Qinghong shook his head, and the sound of Tian Lai's voice echoed again: "The immortal path is ruthless, cultivation depends on opportunity, talent, or willpower. Selecting disciples was like sifting through sand in a vast ocean."

  "These people were originally untalented. They didn't study hard or persevere, lacking determination. Being expelled from the Tai Xu Sect is only to be expected, what's there to regret? As long as Brother Mo Bei can pass the assessment, that's all that matters!"

  As she said this, Ye Qinghong subconsciously turned her face away and stole a glance at Mo Bei, then quickly turned back, as if she was doing something wrong.

  As the three of them spoke, the examiner on the hilt of the sword suddenly shook violently and made a rustling sound. A gentle breeze swept in, lifted his body, and he floated up into the air.

  He stepped on empty air, his hands behind him, and walked slowly. A clear voice carried by the wind was heard over a hundred feet away: "The first pass, the trial of the Qingfeng sword, is the reward given to you by the sect!"

  The second pass, the seven moves of swordsmanship cultivation. This is the great elder Yuan Ying Taiwei Zhenjun of the Taixu Sect, who created this sword technique on the spot. These seven moves incorporate all basic sword techniques. If you can master five swords within an hour, that's passing the test."

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