The middle-aged man in green robes cast his gaze over the nine people.

  Everyone who sees him has a strange feeling in their heart, as if all the secrets of his body have been seen through.

  Tang Lin felt as if his soul had been seen through, and he secretly thought: "This power is almost the same as that old woman's back then."

  As Hei Mo said, that old woman is indeed a cultivator of the Dao.

  Tang Lin knew that the six realms of the Saints were vastly different, and although he could fight against strong opponents in the Fate Realm with his bloodline power and strange Sacred Body, if he encountered a high-ranking expert in the Fate Realm, he would be at a disadvantage.

  As for asking about the strong realm of Dao.

  Just lifting a finger can kill him. If he hadn't hidden in the ruthless fairy mansion at first, it would have been absolutely impossible to leave the Cangxue dynasty alive.

  "He pointed at the elegant young girl beside him and said, 'Are you willing to take me as your master?'"

  The elegant girl was overjoyed and hastily said: "I'm willing!"

  The middle-aged man in the green shirt showed a hint of warmth on his face, put his hand into his sleeve and pulled out a piece of jade pendant in a pale green color, saying: "This is 'Dragon Soaring Jade', nurtured for a thousand years in the Red Sun Great Mountain in the south, absorbing countless Red Sun true energy, condensed into 'Heavenly Yang Energy Shield', capable of withstanding a full-force blow from a strong opponent at the level of the Life Wheel Boundary."

  The rest of the people heard this and their eyes widened in surprise, never expecting that this young man in green would be so wealthy. The gift he presented as a token of goodwill was actually a low-grade sacred artifact!

  Tang Lin secretly admired him in his heart.

  It is said that a saint needs several hundred years, even thousands of years, to swallow countless yuanqi in the blessed land, in order to condense and refine his body into a holy one.

  But sacred artifacts are even harder to obtain.

  A low-grade sacred artifact requires thousands of years of nurturing.

  Medium-grade sacred artifacts and high-grade sacred artifacts require even more time, and some sacred artifacts also need the blood of many powerful demons to be cast, making them extremely rare.

  The elegant young girl blushed and hastily bowed to say: "Disciple thanks Master."

  The middle-aged man in the blue shirt smiled slightly and said, "From today on, you are my disciple of the South Cloud Sect. In this Nine Swords Competition, you must work hard. If you can enter the top 300, I will reward you with a combat sacred artifact!"

  The elegant young girl was overjoyed and repeatedly said: "Thank you, Master. I will definitely work hard!"

  The middle-aged man in a blue shirt nodded slightly, stood up and said to the boss: "This time, the qualifications of the people inside are quite good, it's really rare."

  The boss said with a smile: "Nowadays, the mainland is prosperous and thriving, monsters and demons have retreated to the edge of the wilderness, and extraordinary talents naturally emerge like new bamboo shoots in spring, all over the world. The Tianxiang Building just happened to meet a few of them."

  "Hmm." The middle-aged man in the green shirt nodded, and immediately said to the elegant girl: "Master has something else to do. When the tournament opens, I will come to cheer you on."

  The elegant girl exclaimed excitedly: "Thank you, Master!"

  The middle-aged man in a green shirt smiled slightly and was about to turn around and leave.

  "Senior." Suddenly, a short and chubby young man said expectantly: "We're all pretty good. Take me too."

  The middle-aged man in the green shirt slightly furrowed his brow, and calmly said: "I can only accept one disciple, this is the rule. Otherwise, I would have taken all nine of you."

  The boss said to the short and stout youth: "Yes, a big shot has come here. Only one disciple is allowed to be recruited."

  The stout boy immediately lost his enthusiasm.

  A middle-aged man in a green shirt suddenly flashed by and disappeared without a trace.

  Tang Lin and others were all disappointed in their hearts.

  He beckoned to one person, but chose that elegant girl instead.

  "There will be other big shots coming, don't get anxious." The boss said with a smile.

  Tang Lin thought to himself, "That elegant girl looks like she's only half a saint. Why would he take her as his disciple? The aura I released is that of a saint, didn't he sense it?"

  He can't figure it out.

  A saint is not needed, but half a saint will do.

  Isn't this middle-aged man in green clothes mistaken?

  As for the remaining eight people's strength, Tang Lin could sense it. Among them, only that white-clothed sword-holding youth made him feel mysterious and unfathomable.

  The other seven were all half-saints.

  The boss saw Tang Lin's furrowed brow, as if guessing what he was thinking, and leaned in close to his ear, saying in a low voice: "Don't think too much, it's normal for this middle-aged man in green shirt to choose like this. What he values is not just your current strength, but also your potential in the future."

  "For someone as talented as you, becoming a saint is not difficult."

  "A true fight relies on martial arts skills, combat techniques, willpower and other aspects."

  Tang Lin nodded slightly.

  "In other words, is that elegant young girl's martial arts realm very high? Is that why this middle-aged man in green robe values her so much?"

  Tang Lin gazed at the elegant girl for a moment before withdrawing his gaze.

  The next day.

  Tang Lin received news again that a big shot was coming over to select disciples, and everyone immediately gathered in the courtyard once more.

  Only eight people came over, and the elegant girl already had a master, so she didn't need to come.

  As soon as Tang Lin entered the courtyard, he saw a robust man with a sturdy build, nine feet tall, with a bronze-colored skin all over his body, and under his clothes, there were faintly visible muscle lines, full of an explosive sense of power.

  He sat there like a lion!

  Eight people stood honestly in front of him.

  The boss introduced to Tang Lin and others: "This is the 'Tianjianmen' of the nine major sects of Xiaoxianjie, the predecessor of Kuangjian."

  "The Nine Great Sects?" Tang Lin's eyebrows moved slightly.

  "My name is Tie Shi, 'Mad Sword' is just my title." Tie Shi glanced at the eight people with Tang Lin and smiled lightly: "It seems that someone has come to select first, I wonder who it was."

  The boss smiled and said: "It's the Green Robe Swordsman."

  "Ah, that little devil." Tiesheng suddenly realized: "He's particular about speed in everything, his swordsmanship is fast, his movements are fast, I didn't expect him to choose a disciple so quickly too."

  The boss smiled and said nothing.

  Tang Lin's eight people heard with a blush, yesterday that green shirt middle-aged man, was actually called "little ghost" by the strong man in front of him. If that elegant young girl hears it, I estimate she will be embarrassed to the point where her ears turn red.

  "It's a good thing that little ghost's eyesight has never been good." Tie Shi chuckled and glanced around at the eight people, his gaze finally falling on Tang Lin and the white-clothed youth holding a sword. His eyebrows gradually furrowed, as if he was deep in thought.

  Eight people were all looking at him with eager eyes.

  Choose me, choose me, choose me!

  What is calling in everyone's heart?

  After a moment, the Iron Lion finally lifted his head and gazed at Tang Lin, smiling lightly: "Alright then, I'll choose you. Little friend, are you willing to acknowledge me as your master?"

  Tang Lin's heart was filled with joy, and his eyes sparkled brightly. He said repeatedly: "I'm willing!"

  The aura on this iron lion's body is obviously stronger than that of the middle-aged man in green, and becoming a disciple under such a strong person will naturally lead to rapid progress.

  "Very well." Iron Lion nodded, his palm flipped over, and a crystal clear, pure azure light-emitting jade token appeared in his hand.

  "This talisman is called 'Fang Tian Fu', a low-grade sacred artifact. When you reach the realm of 'soul departure' in the future, it can protect your soul and allow you to wander outside for a long time, strengthening your spiritual power. It's a treasure that protects the soul." Iron Lion smiled and said.

  Tang Lin's eyes lit up at once.

  Although I have the Town Evil Bell, this Heavenly Talisman is a sacred object that guards the soul, and its value far exceeds that of other sacred objects.

  Similarly, it is a lower-grade sacred artifact that guards the soul type and can be comparable to the top ten combat sacred artifacts.

  As for palace-class artifacts, they are even more precious, worth hundreds or even thousands of artifacts of the same rank.

  The other seven people stared at the Fang Tian symbol in Tang Lin's hand, their eyes shining with envy.

  "Work hard!" Iron Lion smiled lightly at Tang Lin and said, "If you can enter the top 50 in the Nine Swords Competition, I will grant you a mid-grade sacred artifact!"

  Tang Lin was both shocked and delighted.

  Surprisingly, this iron lion's eyesight saw through his own strength, but only hoped that he could enter the top 50. Then, to enter the top 10, how difficult would it be?

  Fortunately, if you enter, you can get a mid-grade sacred artifact!

  "How many geniuses are there on the mainland? With my Saint Realm strength, can't I even enter the top 10?"

  Tang Lin secretly thought to himself.

  "This is a transmission token." Iron Lion handed Tang Lin a talisman and said, "If there's anything, you can call me."

  Tang Lin took over the symbol of authority and respectfully said: "Thank you, Master."

  Tie Shi smiled lightly and waved his hand: "The master will leave first, good luck." After finishing speaking, his figure flashed in the air and disappeared directly.

  The other seven people were all staring at the talisman in Tang Lin's hand, except for the white-clothed youth holding a sword, who was expressionless from start to finish, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

  White clothes like snow, sword like frost.

  He himself was even colder, like a billion-year-old ice that would never melt.

  After Iron Lion left, he didn't even glance at Tang Lin and walked away directly.

  Tang Lin put away the talisman and returned to his own Jiuxiang Building.

  "The Heaven Symbol." Tang Lin grasped the Heaven Symbol in his hand, quickly acknowledging its ownership. After absorbing Tang Lin's fresh blood, the Heaven Symbol transformed into sparkling lights that floated into his body, seeping through his skin and appearing within Tang Lin's Sea of Consciousness.

  The Fang Tian Fu seemed to transform into a magnificent white robe, enveloping Tang Lin's soul.

  "With this talisman and the Demon-Subduing Bell, even if my soul is exposed to the scorching sun, nothing will happen to it. I am not afraid of thunderbolts."

  "In the future, to cultivate spiritual power, directly let your soul float outside of your body, and your spiritual power will continuously increase. If you reach the 'Wandering in the Void' realm, just let your soul float into the starry sky, and your spiritual power will surge violently."

  "In just a few more days, it will be the opening of the Jiu Jian Wen Ding tournament."

  "I'm really looking forward to it."

  Tang Lin secretly thought to himself.

  For the next few days, Tang Lin practiced his footwork in the courtyard, and when night fell, he would look up at the stars twinkling in the sky.

  When it's late at night and people are quiet, who do you think of?

  If you die and turn into a star in the sky, who will think of you?

  ……?

  Time flies.?

  As the morning sun slowly rises from the horizon, warm sunlight fills the earth, and the entire Tianyu City awakens from the darkness of night, with countless noises surging on the streets.

  At this moment, the entire Tianyu City was boiling!

  The Ninth Sword Competition has begun!

  This selection war, which gathers millions of geniuses on the mainland, is highly anticipated by all. In various imperial dynasties across the continent, symbolic projections have been set up to watch the competition for the Nine Swords.

  The so-called Fu Luo projection is to project the shadow of Tian Yu City onto another Fu Luo through Fu Luo, and connect each Fu Luo together to transmit the shadow to every corner of the mainland.

  ……?(。。)