Live Cultivation of Immortals

Chapter 62

Lu Bei was standing at the gate at the foot of the mountain, nervously looking at the back of senior brother Wuwen going away.

I don't know what kind of material is on Wan Jianzong's gate, but he obviously watched the other party stepping up the steps with his own eyes.

After passing through the towering mountain gate, the figure of Senior Brother Wu Wen disappeared.

Lu Bei was so shocked that he rubbed his eyes several times, but he still didn't see the figure of the other party.

Not on the side, not directly in front, not in the sky, not behind.

While Lu Bei was anxious, the audience in the live broadcast room were also secretly anxious.

After waiting for a cup of tea, just when Lu Bei was wondering if he had failed to join, a familiar figure stepped out from the mountain gate again.

"Brother!"

Lu Bei couldn't wait to rush up, and circled Xinyang nervously, "Is it done?"

"Take it."

A gleaming object fell from midair. After Lu Bei grabbed the object, he was almost thrown out of his heart by the biting cold.

He stomped his feet on the spot, looking at the things that senior brother Buwen threw over from his left hand to his right hand.

It was a sword that was not as long as his little finger, and it looked like a miniature version of the natal sword that the senior brother usually used to threaten him.

"How do I use this?" It's so cold! Lu Bei wanted to throw it into the storage bag.

"Just keep it with you, practice hard and don't embarrass me."

That is the unique sword heart cultivated by the disciples of Wanjian sect. If a person has the sword heart condensate presented by the sword cultivator on his body, it means that the other party has a sword cultivator.

"Brother, you are really kind! I will practice hard and not embarrass you! After I pass the assessment and join Wanjianzong, I will go home and visit you!"

Lu Bei hugged the person in front of him, and then jumped down and put the little sword heart into the storage bag. He planned to sew another one on the belt as soon as he joined Wan Jianzong. Small pockets.

Now this thing is already listed as the most important life item along with his mobile phone.

Xinyang stood there and watched him happily circling around, and suddenly remembered when he took people to help Baisemen recruit disciples two years ago.

At that time, he was on the street in Yuchi Town, and he could be heard from a long distance, with his face scratched by a tree branch, circling around a middle-aged man and thanking him.

At that moment, he thought he couldn't join Baisemen at all.

Unexpectedly, two years later, the other party not only joined Baisemen, but now he can also join Wanjianzong.

"Brother, don't stand here in a daze, you are blocking other people's sight, you should go home and sleep."

After Lu Bei was overjoyed, he didn't know what he was thinking when he saw that his brother was still standing aside without asking, and he didn't respond when he called him several times.

The newcomers standing behind them who were about to take part in the assessment had already stabbed senior brother Buwen in the back with sharp knives.

Xinyang, who had just been pulled out of his memory, looked down at the guy in front of him who wanted to drive him away after getting the entry card, raised his eyebrows and asked uncertainly, "You want me to go?"