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Meng Pingsheng replied calmly: "Yes, you may not get anything, or you may get an ordinary sword score. Of course, if your strength and luck are good enough, you still have the hope of getting top-level secrets."

Everyone was even more speechless. Not only did they have to pay a million, but there was no guarantee of what they could obtain.

No one present was fool. Everyone knew that the so-called top secrets must be very small and extremely difficult to obtain. It was nothing more than bait that attracted everyone to jump into the pit.

However, no matter how much I complain, the students still line up to pay the money.

On the one hand, it was the gambler's psychology that everyone fantasized about: What if I'm lucky today? I'll get a top-level swordsmanship, and that'll make a lot of money.

On the other hand, everyone comes from a famous sect. At this time, no one can admit his compulsiveness and lose his face. Even if he knows it is a pitfall, he has to pinch his nose and jump in.

Finally, the old man who was responsible for collecting tuition at the beginning of school collected the money and said to Meng Pingsheng: "All one hundred and twenty-five people paid the money, a total of one hundred and twenty-five million red crystals."

"Yes." Meng Pingsheng nodded, "Come with me."

Ou Chuyang also paid the money. He was not trying to win that face, but he really wanted to try to get a good swordsman. He has been learning swordsmanship for more than three years and has not officially learned swordsmanship. The sword moves and sword skills he has mastered now are all found out from the word "Golden Sword".

The sword technique and sword score of Qianyuan Sect are too low, and they are all misunderstood in Ou Chuyang's eyes and are useless at all. Now that we have arrived at the world's highest institution of learning, the Sword God Academy, and the situation is very different. Maybe there are really secrets suitable for our own practice?

No matter how tricky the Sword God Academy makes money, Ou Chuyang doesn't care, because he must not miss this opportunity. He can make another profit after a million yuan is wasted. Once this opportunity is missed, he may not be able to make up for it in his life.

More than a hundred students followed Meng Pingsheng along the lakeside and walked for more than ten miles and drilled into a bamboo forest. There was a vacant land of twenty or thirty feet in the bamboo forest.

There is a four-story building in the open space, which is not like a building, and the tower does not want to be a tower. There is a wooden sign with mottled lacquer marks hanging on the gate, with three faded words "Sutra Pavilion" written on it.

The gate was empty, let alone the guards, not even the ones who swept the floor, and there was no sense of fire and theft prevention at all.

When everyone saw this scene, they became more and more disappointed and sighed secretly, knowing that the millions today were completely smashed into the water pit.

"I'll give a few words before entering." Meng Pingsheng stood at the door and turned around and said to everyone:

"First, you cannot damage any of the items in the Sutra Pavilion, otherwise you will have double compensation."

The first thing about money is about this, and many people can't help but curl their lips. If you burn a completely broken building, how much is it worth? Not to mention double compensation, even if it is ten times the compensation, it will not cost a million.

"Secondly, no loud noises or fighting each other in the Sutra Pavilion. Violators will be expelled immediately."

With this, students with low cultivation have obtained precious secrets when they try their luck, and are not afraid of being forcibly robbed. This is fair. After all, everyone has paid a huge sum of money, so this right and interest must be guaranteed.

"Third, time is limited to one stick of incense. Whether you can achieve something depends on your own."

"This time is too short..." Everyone was even more dissatisfied. One million was exchanged for a stick of incense. The speed of burning money was too scary...

Meng Pingsheng ignored it and continued, "Finally, I would like to remind you that the secrets of sword books in the Sutra Pavilion are divided into four levels: low-grade, medium-grade, top-grade, and top-grade. The higher the grade, the harder it is to obtain. You must do what you can."

"Four grades? How to distinguish them?"

“How difficult is it to obtain the best secret book?”

Everyone asked repeatedly.

Meng Pingsheng replied: "The specific situation can be found just by looking in. As for the difficulty, it is hard to say. Anyway, no one has taken away the best secrets in the past ten years."

When everyone heard this, they looked at each other and were all disappointed. This academy was clearly a scam. They used good things as bait to seduce people, but they obviously didn't want people to take them away. If they had known, they wouldn't have spent this in vain...

Meng Pingsheng glanced at him and said, "If there is no other problem, just prepare to go in."

"I have another question." One student asked: "If the sword score I get is not suitable for me. Can I exchange it with others?"

"Yes." Meng Pingsheng replied: "Any secret book you get in the Sutra Pavilion belongs to you. If you want to change it and sell it, you will be fine."

"Is there any problem?" Meng Pingsheng waited for a while, and saw that no one asked again, so he waved his hand and said, "Then go in."

Meng Pingsheng waved his hand and everyone immediately felt an invisible wave of sword energy around him, as if he had opened some ban.

Seeing that Meng Pingsheng had already lit the incense stick, the students did not hesitate and rushed into the door.

When I entered the door, the entire Sutra Pavilion was disrepaired and was in ruins. As everyone broke into it, it burst into choking dust. It looked like an abandoned warehouse, but it was really not worthy of the three words "Sutra Pavilion".

Ten feet ahead is a dilapidated wooden staircase leading to the second floor. The entire first-floor lobby is divided into five rows on the left and right by the corridor, each row of about ten rooms 10 square meters.

"There must be no good goods on the first floor. Let's go up the second floor to take a look." Gongsun Yan pulled Ou Chuyang straight to the wooden ladder ahead.

Most people think so, with more than one hundred students going to the second floor directly.

The layout of the second floor is the same as the first floor, except that the rooms are half missing, about forty rooms.

"Let's try it on the second floor first." Gongsun Yan said as he walked towards a nearby room.

"Okay, let's take action separately and try your luck." Ou Chuyang said and also entered a room on his left.

As soon as he entered the room, Ou Chuyang immediately understood what Meng Pingsheng meant. What was going on in the Sutra Pavilion? Sure enough, he knew it at first sight.

The old room, which was ten feet square, was empty and there was nothing.

A purple light ball about the size of a foot floated in the middle of the room. The light ball is very gorgeous, and an ancient book can be vaguely seen inside, which must be the secret book of the sword.

This is very obvious: if you want to get the secret, you have to break the light ball first to take out the secret.

To break the light ball, you can only use the sword to crack it violently. Ou Chuyang pulled out the "King" sword in his hand without saying a word and stabbed directly at the purple light ball.

"Ding!" A clear sound.

This light ball is actually as hard as it is.

Ou Chuyang was no longer polite, swung his arm and slashed at the light ball with all his strength.
Chapter completed!