A piece of cloth hung down from the Suspended City, eight zhang wide and twenty-six zhang long. On top were five large characters that seemed to pierce through the paper: Taixuan Sword Testing Convention!

  This comes from the brush of the Supreme Master, announcing the start of the Sword Trial Assembly.

  At the same time, golden drums sounded in unison, and tens of thousands of rays of light illuminated the sky above the city, accompanied by the shouts of countless people, majestic and powerful.

  On the empty sword-testing platform, a ring of seats floated in mid-air. This was the judging area, where seven judges sat in order of seniority: Gu Si Hong, the leader of the sect; Li Si Yan, the elder in charge of punishment; Tan Si Qin, the commander elder; Fan Si Zhe, the elder in charge of transmitting skills; Wang Si Qi, the guardian elder; Huo Tian Lang, a core disciple of the True Transmission School; and Luo Tian Xing, another core disciple of the True Transmission School.

  Seven seats, representing the seven giants of Tai Xuan Men.

  It can be seen that the status of ordinary elders is indeed below Huo Tianlang and Luo Tianhang.

  Unfortunately, Master Lan Tianying was not there, otherwise she should also have a seat. Zhang Ye looked up at the sky, and couldn't help but think of many things.

  Versace?

  @#￥。 Zhang Ye thought vaguely about some things from his past memories, the more he thought, the more he felt that the name of this Transmission Master was quite ridiculous.

  "Hehe, haha..."

  Thinking of something funny, Zhang Ye couldn't help but burst out laughing.

  At this time, the entire trial platform was silent, as the speaker, Sect Master Gu Si Hong, was interrupted by Zhang Ye's laughter.

  Tens of thousands of eyes were focused on Zhang Ye, watching him with a silly smile as he shook his head.

  Tan Siqin's worries still came true, this guy has gone off the rails again.

  Gu Sihong furrowed his brow.

  Wang Siqi looked strange and muttered after a long time: "Hmm, can't say he's not interesting, actually this person is quite interesting."

  "Master, you're being too obvious, everyone's watching you." Su Qing hastily came over and pinched his waist to remind him.

  "..." Zhang looked around, his old face inevitably flushing with anger.

  "The trial by sword is a traditional institution set by our ancestors, aiming to select excellent talents. This selection may be cruel, but it's precisely because of its cruelty that it's a good way to comprehensively test one's willpower, wisdom, talent, luck and encounter, etc., all-round quality. Everyone must do their best."

  Zhang Ye stopped, and only then did Gu Sihong, the sect master, transmit his voice, "I just said these two simple sentences, now the four elders will lecture."

  The elder in charge of punishment shook his head and indicated that he would say no more.

  "Let's get started," said Tan Siqin with a serious face.

  Chuang Gong Lao Fang Si Zhe said: "Then I'll say two sentences, this, everyone has heard the words of Shifu, I think it makes sense. Each hall and unit must carefully understand the spirit of his speech, deeply study and implement the central idea of Shifu, must have a fearless, selfless and dauntless Tai Xuan doctrine."

  "That's it, I'll just add a few words." Wang Siqi directly interrupted the old man, "Talking too much is pointless. This time, the earth's pulse has appeared with cracks, Tang Tianlao and Zhang Ye went in to investigate, and I gained a lot of insight. The arena is a place of life and death, where everything is used to the extreme. Cultivation does not represent everything, luck, wisdom, external factors, all affect life and death. Precisely because of this, the rules of this year's Sword Trial have changed, becoming more relaxed, allowing everyone to fully engage in an all-out battle. Begin."

  Hu Tianlang was afraid of the transmission of the old man, and he quickly took over the topic, chattering on and on. After Wang Siqi finished speaking, he hastily rang the bell to signal the start of the trial by combat, Dong!

  At this moment, on the ancient and grand arena of Jian Tai, among countless arenas, a trial by combat has begun.

  Round-robin elimination match, a total of 36 battlefields, synchronized advancement in the first round.

  Each battlefield has an independent Zhenchuan disciple as a judge and supervisor.

  In a short half-hour time, all places were in chaos, noisy and quarrelsome, with loud voices.

  The first round of eliminations has ended and many people have been carried away for treatment.

  Many people cheered loudly and were overjoyed at winning money.

  Xiao Abou in the crowd began to cry, "Woo... woo... woo..."

  Zhang Ye walked over and patted her head, saying "What's wrong, Abu?"

  "Abu lost, and the medicine was confiscated." Abu cried.

  "Be prepared to lose if you gamble." Zhang said comfortingly, "If your eyesight isn't good, then don't place a bet casually."

  Abu cried out, "I knew she would lose, but she is our sister, so Abu bought her."

  Zhang Ye couldn't help but feel both angry and amused, so he tossed another jade box at her. "Alright, consider this my loss. I'll compensate you with twenty Gathering Origin Pills. Will that do?"

  Abu grabbed the medicine and ran away...

  This year's rules are too lax, and in just the first few rounds of elimination, many dazzling treasures have appeared, leaving many people seriously injured.

  So far in the second round, two outer disciples have already died.

  Although Wang Siqi's last words were put somewhere, this scene still made Tan Sixuan, who was watching from above, frown slightly. The trial sword with thousands of participants, after four rounds of cruel screening, finally entered the official knockout stage.

  No surprise, Abu lost all his property for the sake of supporting his sisters.

  Most of the sisters in the Lan Tianying line, except for Xu Ying and Shanhu, were eliminated, with one death.

  When Zhang Ye heard the news of his sister's death, he rushed over in a hurry.

  On the twenty-seventh war stage, a female disciple lay on the ground without any signs of life, her face gray and black.

  Many sisters surrounded her and cried.

  This is a female disciple from outside the sect. Zhang Ye didn't even know what her name was, only remembering that he had occasionally seen her in the medicine field before.

  Many people shed tears, while Xu Ying and her team were not on this side, but were preparing for the more brutal elimination system behind.

  Zhang Ye furrowed his brow and squatted down to take a look, discovering that he had been poisoned with a strange toxin. The toxicity was similar to the situation with Xu Ying's master sister back then, but even more overbearing.

  A bit like the poison of the Oleander.

  "Just now she was competing with whom?" Zhang Ye asked coldly.

  "Long has no name, Luo Tian Xing's person." A crying female disciple beside him said.

  It is said that every year's Trial of Swords cannot avoid death.

  But Wang Siqi has already said it before.

  But despite this, Zhang Ye still felt some unspoken annoyance in his heart. Many of these disciples, with dreams in their hearts, were struggling to get on stage, knowing that they were like moths flying into the fire. In fact, they just wanted to be a little better off, not being looked down upon, and not being bullied by others.

  Tai Xuan Men does not have a method for practicing poison.

  But just as Tang Sixian always emphasized, every individual has their own destiny, their own path.

  As long as it doesn't violate the rules of the door, these aspects are not pursued by anyone.

  "Long Wuming, you're a complete scoundrel," Zhang Ye muttered, "Dealing with an outer sect female disciple who doesn't even have a magic treasure, hasn't built her foundation, and doesn't even have the most basic detoxification pill, this is losing all sense of decency. Those who lose their way will not be helped by heaven."

  "If Master Eldest Sister were still here, who would dare treat us like this?" A female disciple chimed in.

  Zhang Ye heard about Dashi again and felt even more uncomfortable in his heart.

  Thinking back, elder sister, Zhang Ye didn't take good care of your younger sister and was irresponsible.

  Zhang got up in the middle of the night and turned his head to search among the battle preparation seats.

  Before long, Shi Tianyun and Yang Zheng appeared in view, along with a burly man with thick eyebrows and big eyes. The three of them huddled together for a few words before parting ways.

  "Is that Long Wumeng?" Zhang Ye asked the person beside him.

  "Yes, it's her." A female disciple said tearfully.

  Long Wumeng on the other side also happened to look over with his eyes, and in Long Wumeng's eyes was a malicious provocation.

  It was originally rushing towards me, and three parties formed a formation.

  ~

  Although Zhang E can't attend the Sword Testing Assembly, fellow Taoists, there's also a climax here.

  I hope Xiaobao doesn't mess it up, I hope he writes something exciting.

  Around 8 pm, there are still two chapters left, which will be posted together, thank you for everyone's support.