People were talking a lot, and standing under Jianshan, they all felt a small feeling, like dust.

However, until the hour of Mao.

In an instant, a bunch of sword lights soared into the sky.

"Welcome to the Holy Lord!"

As the sound rang out, suddenly, the sky was dazzling.

A phantom fell over the crowd, and then hundreds of Shu disciples stood around in full spirit.

"We have seen the Holy Lord!"

Everyone shouted together, and Lu Changsheng also shouted, and it was natural for him to shout "The Holy Lord".

"The third level of the Shu Sect's disciple collection ceremony is about to begin. If the other monks are destined to be able to condense the sword intent around the sword mountain and resonate with the spiritual sword, they are all destined to be destined to be able to get their own spiritual sword!"

The voice of the Saint Lord of Shu Sect sounded, which was extremely loud and came into everyone's ears.

"The Shu Sect's ceremony of recruiting disciples is hosted by the Saint Son of Shu Sect and Xu Jian!"

Then, another sound rang out.

In an instant, Xu Jian appeared.

There were still hundreds of sword lights surrounding him, invincible, like a sword god descending, standing in the void, staring at everyone calmly.

Until, his eyes slowly fell on Lu Changsheng.

But soon, Xu Jian withdrew his gaze and slowly spoke: "The assessment begins! The time is one day. If it resonates with the sword mountain spirit sword within one day, it will be considered as passing! The other monks can also condense the sword intent at the foot of the sword mountain, and the time is one day."

His voice sounded, and in an instant, countless sword cultivators began to pour into the sword mountain to condense the sword intent.

The crowd was surging.

But Lu Changsheng seemed very calm, just looking at Jianshan silently.

That's it.

Time passes by little by little.

One hour!

Two hours!

Three hours!

Five hours!

Six hours!

Half a day passed, from day to night, no one resonated with Jianshan and obtained the spiritual sword.

In the void.

Xu Jian and his disciples watched all this.

Someone spoke out and said slowly: "The qualifications of this class of disciples are not good, and no one can activate the Sword until now."

"Yes, the last time, someone resonated with the spirit sword in three hours. In six hours this time, no cultivator resonated with the spirit sword. It seems that only hundreds of people passed this time."

"Hundreds of people? I think maybe even fewer."

"Sword Mountain is the supreme divine object. Every spiritual sword on Sword Mountain has its own consciousness. Where can ordinary people surrender?"

The disciples exchanged their opinions.

Xu Jian was silent.

Just like that time passed again.

Seven hours!

Eight hours!

Nine hours!

Ten hours!

Ten hours passed.

Countless people were in a state of turmoil, and many people seemed to be about to be possessed.

But Jianshan still has no trace of silk.

There is no spiritual sword resonance.

This not only made countless monks desperate, but even the disciples of the Shu Sect Holy Land were curious.

"It's been ten hours, but there's not a spiritual sword resonance yet?"

"It's been ten hours, and there has never been a spiritual sword resonance. It's really strange."

"Isn't this a bit weird?"

"Can you say that this class of disciples have such a poor qualification?"

"I should have told the Holy Lord that it will be cancelled once every ten years, or once every twenty years. Brothers, please look at it. Most of these disciples came to test last time. If not, it would not work!"

"There are some weird things, but it is difficult to cultivate immortals and sword skills. If you don't work, it's not possible, alas!"

They were talking in the void.

It feels strange too.

That's it, the eleventh hour.

Still no one can resonate with Jianshan Spirit Sword.

This made many monks despair.

Many people choose to give up.

Someone cried loudly.

Some people remain silent.

Some people feel a lot of emotion.

A sad mood instantly filled the surrounding Jianshan.

Lu Changsheng watched all this quietly.

Even he couldn't help but be a little surprised.

Although I know that the assessment of the holy land is difficult, I didn’t expect it to be so difficult.

It was eleven hours, and no one resonated with the spirit sword. It was really difficult.

"It's a bit strange. Although there are indeed no amazing monks in this class, it's not even eleven hours. No disciple resonates with Jianshan, right?"

Chen Yinrou spoke aside, feeling strange.

Lu Changsheng said nothing.

However, at this moment, a howling sounded.

"Why?"

"Why?"

"I have been practicing sword skills for fifteen years. I have been practicing sword skills since I was a child. I have endured the unbearable pain of ordinary people and tasted the unbearable pain of people! But why can't I resonate with Jianshan? Am I so unbearable?"

This is a man, who is already thirty years old. Theoretically, if he fails this time, he will no longer be able to conduct the assessment.

His crying instantly attracted many people's grief.

Some people cried with each other, while others remained unchanged and were determined.

Some people even choose to give up.

A young man stood up without saying a word, and left quietly.

This is the ruthlessness of cultivating immortals.

If not, it won’t work.

Lu Changsheng took everything into consideration.

He remained silent.

Think about yourself again.

If it weren't for their handsome appearance, maybe it was like them.

It's like practicing.

Only after working hard to practice can one be in the Golden Elixir realm.

Practice is really difficult.

There is still one stick of incense at the twelfth hour.

Jianshan still remains unmoved.
To be continued...