The next morning, the first ray of Dawn spilled through the window and fell on Xu Waner's delicate cheeks. The girl rubbed her sleepy eyes, lifted the quilt, and got up.

In the corner, Xie Heng's mattress had already been made. The quilt was neatly folded under the wall. She raised her hand and touched it. It was cold to the touch.

"Strange," Xu Waner murmured. "Why is Big Brother Xie up so early?"

At this moment, the wooden door in the courtyard was carefully pushed open. A figure quietly squeezed in.

Xie Heng didn't want to disturb the girl's sleep, but he didn't expect to see Xu Waner's slightly puzzled eyes when he gently closed the wooden door.

For some reason, Xie Heng suddenly felt a little guilty.

The young man raised his hand and stroked his long hair to remove the water droplets that were still hanging at the end of his hair. He pulled his half-dry clothes and laughed dryly. He called out, "Miss Wan 'er, are you going to the saber field?"

Xu Waner nodded.

"I feel a little uneasy," the girl said worriedly. "I have a feeling that something unexpected will happen in today's examination.

By the way, Big Brother Xie, did you go to the mountain to take a bath again?

Although it's March now, it's always warm and cold every spring. If you take too many cold baths, it'll hurt your body. "

Xie Heng could only reply with a bitter smile.

He was irritated and couldn't help but think that taking cold baths was bad for the body, but if he didn't take a bath, it might hurt his kidneys …

Last night was a dream, but it was unusually real.

Now that he thought about it, every detail was clear. His fingertips still vaguely felt the touch of a beautiful woman. It was as if he had really held a beauty in his arms and used all means to force her to the point that she couldn't bear it and could only softly gasp in his arms.

… Damn, it's a crime!

Xie Heng's head was filled with dirty thoughts. He dizzily followed Xu Waner to the saber field. Along the way, his mind wandered and he was absent-minded. He almost bumped into the wooden stake in front of the neighbor's house.

Xu Waner anxiously looked at the young man's profile. Seeing his absent-minded expression, he could not help but blame himself.

Big Brother Xie must have been so worried about his family's saber field that he had lost his appetite.

I'm so stupid!

Why couldn't he learn any swordsmanship? Why did he put all the burden on Big Brother Xie?

The girl kicked the pebbles under her feet and secretly made up her mind.

After this matter, no matter what the outcome was, he had to work hard on his cultivation.

I can't … hold Big Brother Xie back!

With completely different brainwaves, the two of them walked side by side and gradually approached the saber field of the Xu family.

From afar, he saw a group of people gathered at the door. The leader was a middle-aged man with a beard. He had a square face and a solemn and dignified appearance. He wore a reddish-brown brocade robe and stood with his hands behind his back.

Zhao Ruhao followed behind him.

The young man's face was bruised and swollen. Apparently, after returning last night, his father, who had been waiting for him, caught him in the act and beat him so badly that he could not even save his mother.

At this moment, Zhao Ruhao covered his buttocks with one hand in a strange posture. With his back facing the middle-aged man, he still took the opportunity to grimace at Xu Waner. His expression was exaggerated, and no one knew what he was saying.

… He was slapped back by the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man stared at Xie Heng. A thoughtful look flashed in his dark eyes. On the surface, he smiled gently and acted like an elder. He said in a clear voice, "This is Xie Xiaozi?

Heroes really come from young. Seeing you today, you are indeed extraordinary. "

Xie Heng blinked and tried to drive away his chaotic thoughts.

The young man and the middle-aged man looked at each other for a moment and nodded slightly. "Thank you."

The Patriarch of the Zhao Clan was caught off guard by this reaction.

However, Xie Heng thought for a moment and raised his hand to point at Zhao Ruhao behind the middle-aged man. He said sincerely, "Zhao Xiaozi is also not bad. He looks talented and has a … sincere nature."

These words were said in an old-fashioned way. It was obvious that he was standing from the perspective of an elder. The Master of the Zhao family frowned slightly and showed a trace of dissatisfaction on his face. He was about to refute when the young man behind him grabbed his sleeve.

Zhao Ruhao's face was full of excitement. He looked satisfied as if he had met a confidant. "Father, look!

They all know how to praise my sincerity! "

The middle-aged man was speechless.

The blue veins on his forehead twitched slightly. He waved his sleeve and pulled back the happy young man. He raised his hand and was about to slap him. However, his broad hand stopped in mid-air for a moment. Considering the surrounding people, he lowered his hand resentfully.

What sincerity? The other party was obviously calling him a fool. Did this brat think that he had been praised?

How did he give birth to such a fool?

Because of Zhao Ruhao's delay, Xie Heng and Xu Waner took the opportunity to enter the door.

In front of them was a wide platform. There were wooden dummies, sandbags, targets, and other objects. It was a little desolate because no one had been here for a long time. A breeze blew, and a small piece of sand was lifted from the wooden dummies. It shone in the sun and slowly drifted.

There were two people standing in the field.

The person in front was dressed in black. He was tightly covered and wore a light-colored mask. His breath was as cold as ice. There seemed to be four big words engraved on his body: Strangers Do Not Approach.

The person in the back looked much more casual. He put his right hand on a wooden dummy and supported half of his body on it. His ridiculously long legs were supported comfortably. The mask was in the shape of a cute cat. The bottom part was slightly raised, revealing a white and clean chin.

Seeing Xie Heng and Xu Waner, the person in the cat mask chuckled and said, "You're finally here?

You made us wait. "

Since they approached the saber field, Xu Waner's nerves had been tense. Hearing the faint smile on the other side, she subconsciously trembled and bowed to apologize.

But she was interrupted by the person in front.

"Let's start," he said coldly. His tone was flat, like the ice and snow on a thousand feet cold mountain.

Xie Heng pulled out a saber from the wooden shelf next to him.

The long saber was unsheathed. With a clear "clang" sound, light-colored Qi flowed out from the youth's palm. It was like a wind lingering, and the grass and trees swayed with it.

The youth's eyes were slightly cold.

From the moment he saw the two black-clothed people in the field, Xie Heng cleared all distracting thoughts in his mind. An invisible pressure came head-on — it was a pressure that only practitioners could feel. Although the two people in front of him didn't move, their posture of standing or leaning had a hidden meaning. The saber light and the sword Qi were biting cold.

The assessment had begun from the moment they stepped into the saber field!

Blood boiled in his limbs and bones, and the long-lost excitement hit his heart. Xie Heng flipped his right hand, and the long saber was held upright. The corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"Then I won't be polite," he said loudly.

The saber light glowed with a blazing golden light. Xie Heng's body was like lightning, suddenly rushing forward!

The black-clothed man in front held the saber hilt and pulled out a long saber from behind his back. The blade was dark blue, like the deep sea, and emitted a cold air under the bright sun. The youth held the saber horizontally in front of him. Azure Qi flowed like a spring, wrapping around the blade.

Xie Heng's saber suddenly changed direction when it approached.

It was originally a chopping momentum, but the youth forcibly reversed it in midair and turned it into a stab. The Qi suddenly condensed and gathered at the tip of the saber, and stabbed out with all its strength —

In an instant, there was a burst of light as bright as the sun between the two.

The strong Qi spread out in circles, leaving clear traces of the waves on the ground. The sand was blown by the strong wind and burst out in all directions, dazzling everyone's eyes.

Xu Waner covered her eyes with both hands, letting the wind blow her hair. She endured the flying yellow sand and tried to open her eyes wide —

Not far ahead, Xie Heng withdrew his saber. His chest rose and fell violently. After a few violent coughs, he raised his hand and wiped the corner of his mouth. He smiled slightly and said, "Thank you for letting me win."

The cold and arrogant black-clothed man paused for a moment and lowered his head slightly.

There was a slight scratch on the corner of the black-clothed man's clothes.

Xie Heng's cultivation was naturally not as good as the examiner sent by the sect, but his mind was flexible. With a sudden change of the saber momentum, which was beyond the black-clothed man's expectations, he left a scratch on the corner of the black-clothed man's clothes.

Of course, Xie Heng was also injured from the impact of the examiner's Qi, but compared to the final result, this little injury was not a big deal.

The black-clothed man wearing the cat mask laughed and shook his head repeatedly.

The other examiner in front of him was even colder. His frosty gaze fell on Xie Heng's face and swept over Xu Waner not far away.

He stared at Xu Waner for a longer time, as if he wanted to imprint the girl's face in his mind. For the first time, there was a faint fluctuation of emotion in his eyes.

"… You pass."

Finally, the young man put his saber back into the scabbard and said coldly.

Xu Waner immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Fang Cai was closely watched by the examiner. His awl-like gaze made her feel really uneasy.

The examiner's emotions were also subtle. One moment there was killing intent, and the next moment there was some gentleness. It was chaotic and disorderly. In the end, it all blended into the cold intent.

However, the girl had just raised her head and smiled sweetly at Xie Heng. Before she could cheer …

Suddenly, a low voice of doubt came from behind her.

"Fang Cai's saber move was not a saber technique."

The head of the Zhao Family stood at the gate of the courtyard with a serious face. He said in a deep voice, "Sirs, think carefully. This kind of 'stabbing' momentum is more of a sword technique."

Under Xu Waner's fierce gaze, the middle-aged man slowly walked closer and bowed to the two examiners.

"Sirs, you are experienced and knowledgeable. You shouldn't be hurt by such a simple method.

Using the saber technique as a cover and the sword technique as a cover is tantamount to selling dog meat under a sheep's head. If you confuse the students coming and going, I'm afraid … "

The middle-aged man spoke frankly and with assurance. His posture was calm, and the criticism in his words was overflowing. Every sentence was like a knife stabbing Xu Waner's heart.

"Ridiculous!"

The girl finally couldn't help but stare angrily and argue, "It's also good to use a saber to perform a sword technique. Regardless of whether it's a saber or a sword, it's still to kill people, isn't it?!"

"That's a shallow view." The middle-aged man shook his head. "If it could be mixed, there would be no need to distinguish between sword and saber fields.

Only by focusing on a single field can you achieve something. You insist that an apprentice who is good at using a saber perform a sword technique. If this isn't misleading students, what is it? "

"You!"

Xu Waner still wanted to refute.

However, Xie Heng grabbed her sleeve and shook his head slightly at the girl who was breathing rapidly.

Others might not think much of the difference between a saber and a sword, but as a swordsman, Xie Heng knew a thing or two.

In this examination, he was arrogant and underestimated the Xuanling Sect. He also ignored the existence of the head of the Zhao Family.

Xie Heng slightly raised his chin and moved away from Zhao Ruhao, who wanted to enter the courtyard but didn't dare to. He anxiously leaned against the wall and asked softly, "You used your own son. Aren't you afraid that he will be sad?"

Saber force, sword force, forward chop, upward stab … Xie Heng used them to be swift and fierce, and the two were very similar. The examiner who fought with the youth didn't say anything, but the middle-aged man far away at the door could accurately recognize that it was a mixture of saber and sword. Thinking about it carefully, there must be something fishy.

And the only person who could possibly reveal the secret was Zhao Ruhao.

He didn't necessarily reveal it intentionally, Xie Heng thought. It was just that the child was a little stupid. Maybe he said something casually and his father tricked him … just like how he tricked him that day.

The middle-aged man's face darkened slightly and he didn't say anything.

Xie Heng thought that it didn't matter anymore.

"If you want to see a pure saber technique, fine. I'll show it to you," he said loudly.

At that moment, the youth's mind was enlightened. He clenched his right hand and quietly condensed his Qi. The light-colored cyclones overlapped layer by layer and finally turned into a mysterious dark gray.

It was a saber made purely of Qi.

He had never used Xuan Li like this before, nor had he ever learned a high-grade saber technique. But the moment he collided with the examiner's Xuan Li, an ice-cold force hit him in the face. In the cold wind, a saber technique suddenly appeared in the depths of Xie Heng's mind.

In his daze, a young man with eyes as beautiful as the sun was standing behind him, holding his hand.

Xie Heng could only see the blurry silhouette of a figure in the nearby stream. The stream gurgled, the sunlight was bright and beautiful, and a gentle breeze gently swept through the branches, bringing along a wisp of the sweet fragrance of fruits that made one's heart warm.

A clear voice like jade came from behind and whispered in Xie Heng's ear, "This technique is called … Wind Dance Ninth Heaven."