The sharp sword in his hand shook, and only three bright star-shaped sword shadows were seen in the void, flickering and flying out one after another, advancing layer by layer.

Three swords in a row, one sword faster than the other, and the power continued to rise; the power of the third sword light was already stronger than some seventh-level meridians.

"What a powerful sword move!"

Luo Tian was amazed in his heart.

There are nine styles in "Tianxing Sword Technique", and the one he just mastered is the first one.

All day long, Luo Tian was immersed in the vast world of "Tianxing Sword Art".

The next day.

"It's the beginning of the month. As a silver student, you can practice for free in Lingchi for one day."

Luo Tian got up early and went straight to the Lingchi.

He was focused on cultivating, but he didn't know that today was the time for the exchange of freshmen between Zhuri Sheng Palace and Panshi Martial Palace.

Zhuri Shengfu.

In a huge square, many figures gathered.

From the Zhuri Holy Mansion, an elder and several mentors came.

An old man in a white robe, a beautiful tutor in a long skirt, a plump middle-aged man and others were all present.

Three tutors are mainly responsible for this freshmen class.

On the student side, Tang Wei, Mu Yuyan, Lin Haofei and other freshmen were also present.

"The exchange for new students is about to begin?"

Lin Haofei stood behind the white-robed old man, Teacher Lin, with great expectation.

The students from the Holy Palace are full of confidence.

After all, as one of the three holy palaces, they have the confidence and pride.

After a while.

A red-faced old man from Panshi Wufu led ten elite students into the square.

"Lin Dongfei, the qualifications of your freshman class are not very good."

The red-faced old man was the elder of Panshi Martial Palace. He glanced at the new students of Sunsheng Palace and raised a faint smile on his lips.

Lin Dongfei is the old man in white robe, Teacher Lin.

The old man in white robe also glanced at the ten students of Panshi Martial House, and his expression suddenly changed.

Behind the red-faced old man, there were three people with very powerful auras.

A fair-faced young man and a fierce young man, both of whom are at the sixth level of peak cultivation.

Among them, the weakest one is the white-faced boy, whose aura is not weaker than that of Tang Wei.

This fair-faced boy was Yan Lei, who had a conflict with Luo Tian in Wu City.

The most shocking thing is.

A broad-shouldered young man stands with his hands behind his back. There are seven energy meridians in his body, and his eyes are as sharp as lightning, which is extremely oppressive.

"Open the seventh level of pulse!"

"No wonder Panshi Wufu organized the freshman exchange meeting so eagerly this time. It turned out that several good seeds were unearthed."

Instructor Bai Pao Lin's face darkened.

The expressions of the instructors beside him became solemn, with worries hidden in their eyes.

In fact.

There are also several top talents in this session of Zhuri Shengfu.

Among them, Nangong Yu and Princess Yunxiu have both broken through to the seventh level of opening pulses.

But unfortunately.

Princess Yunxiu returned to the royal capital, and Nangong Yu was in retreat at the elder's mansion, but she happened to be unable to come.

"Haha! Zhuri Shengfu is regarded as one of the three top martial arts houses, but there is not even one new student who has broken through to the seventh level?"

"In this exchange meeting, will our Panshi Martial House be victorious?"

The red-faced old man from Panshi Wu Mansion laughed wantonly.

The expressions of the new students on Zhuri Sheng Palace's side changed drastically, and they felt deeply depressed.
Chapter completed!