Immemorial Sword Venerable Chapter 1008 bandit's lair
During this period of cultivation, he had already grasped a basic level of Heart Fantasy Sword Art.
Fortunately, Fang Chen had been a Illusory Sword Dao cultivator since a long time ago, otherwise it would be very difficult for him to enter the sect.
“In the blink of an eye, everyone has been in the Ninth Mountain for quite some time. Today, I’ll be taking the test to see how you’re doing with your basic sword techniques.” The Lord of the Ninth Mountain said loudly.
Some of the older disciples scoffed at the new disciple.
“This batch of new disciples is too weak. They don’t even have a single disciple who has cultivated to the metaplasia.”
“Yeah, in half a month’s time, he won’t be able to train his basic sword techniques to the metaplasia. How can such a person become a disciple of the Sword Rend Sect?”
Many of the older disciples were secretly expressing their dissatisfaction.
The perception of this seemingly weak man in front of him was even greater than that of the Sword Revelation Sect’s sect master.
Fang Chen began to display the basic sword techniques, and after a short while, he finished displaying the entire set of the basic sword technique as though it was flowing water.
Immediately, the entire square was filled with exclamations.
Finally, it was time for the new and old disciples to spar.
The strongest disciple in the Ninth Mountain was a disciple who had reached the limits of her Mystic King Realm.
Immediately, an old disciple called Wu Shan threatened to challenge the new disciple.
Seeing Wu Shan’s power, the new disciples seemed to have no one who dared to fight him.
Being stared at by Wu Shan, everyone started to retreat.
Only Fang Chen stood where he was, unmoving.
“You are called Bloodsword Saint, right?” Wu Shan’s gaze landed on Fang Chen as he asked.
“I heard that you’re the third place candidate for this recruitment. I want to challenge you, but do you dare to accept my challenge?” Wu Shan grinned widely.
And Wu Shan who was standing on the stage, his face also became completely gloomy.
“Brat, you’re too arrogant.” Wu Shan said coldly: “If a battle can only be fought through words, you have to win.”
“Since you wish to fight, I shall grant your wish.”
As soon as Fang Chen finished speaking, he jumped and landed on the stage.
Before Wu Shan could make his move, he was punched out of the stage by Fang Chen.
Wu Shan who was lying on the ground was immediately enraged.
But Fang Chen’s voice, was so light that it entered his ears.
Wu Shan was about to go up on stage to challenge Fang Chen again, but he was stopped by a Half-step Heavenly Dipper Realm warrior.
“Wu Shan, you are not his match.”
After this person finished speaking, he walked straight up to the Martial Stage.
“So you’re going to stand up for him?”
“I want to challenge you.” The thick browed burly man said.
The one who spoke was Lord of the Ninth Mountain.
From the punch that Fang Chen used to defeat Wu Shan, Lord of the Ninth Mountain knew that Wu Tian was not Fang Chen’s opponent.
However, he didn’t point it out.
“Three months later, in the Disciple Competition. You can fight again at that time.” Lord of the Ninth Mountain said.
In the end, he glared fiercely at Bloodsword Saint, then turned and left the martial stage.
The closer they got to the place where the robbers lived, the more they could see that a lot of the refugees were fleeing in the direction of the Heaven Sealing City.
“If the information is correct, the robbers should be in this area.”
With a single glance, he saw a mountain range in front of him.
However, what surprised them was that when Fang Chen lifted his head, he actually had a hint of a smile on his face.
Four consecutive punches had killed four bandits.