Zhantian Martial Emperor

Eighteen-year-old Su Wu came to the Chongxu Sect in Qingxuan Mountain, hoping to join the Chongxu Sect as a disciple, but Chen Yang, the deacon disciple of the Chongxu Sect, refused to let him enter because the entry standards of the Chongxu Sect are very high. Only those who can reach the ninth level of psychic realm before the age of 18 can enter. However, Su Wu is eighteen years and one day old today, so there is only one day left before Su Wu can enter the Chongxu Sect. Originally, it was possible to accommodate only one day, but Chen Yang scratched Su Wu's name out of the book because he couldn't stand Su Wu's arrogance. Just when Su Wu was about to leave, Chen Yang suddenly had an idea and thought of a good way to torture Su Wu, which is to let Su Wu join the Chongxu Sect as a handyman. If he fails to become a disciple, he can only work as a handyman. However, in order to learn martial arts, Su Wu also He gritted his teeth and agreed to Chen Yang's words, and became the object of Chen Yang's teasing. While everyone was practicing martial arts, Su Wu went to the mountain to collect medicine, but he lost his footing and fell into a huge hole. What surprised him most was that there was a huge monster in the hole. Qingxuan Mountain. It is the beautiful spring weather in March, with a round of clear rain in the mountains, clouds and fog, the mountains are undulating, and the scenery is enchanting and beautiful, which makes people feel refreshed and in a good mood. However, Su Wu was in a bad mood, or in other words, very bad. "Let me ask you again, how old are you this year?" Chen Yang, the deacon disciple of Chongxu Sect opposite Su Wu, asked expressionlessly. "I'll say it again, I am eighteen years old." Su Wu tried hard to restrain the anger in his heart, but his voice could not help but tremble. "Hmph, you have a bad temper." A sneer appeared on Chen Yang's face, and he suddenly stretched out his hand. A jade-shaped brush in his hand passed over Su Yang's head, and several traces were outlined in the air. Those traces seemed to have aura and did not dissipate. They were so extraordinary that Su Wu was also secretly surprised. He sighed that this martial artist in the Qi training realm was really good. This kind of spiritual energy manifestation would never have been possible without ten years of hard work. However, at this moment, Su Wu didn't feel too emotional. Watching the traces slowly dissipate, his heart gradually became colder. Sure enough, the next moment, Chen Yang's face showed a hint of joking. He raised his gaze and said, "Eighteen years and one day is not up to standard. Next one." Su Wu's eyes darkened and he clenched his fists instantly. After traveling thousands of miles to come to Qingxuan Mountain, what Su Wu wanted was to join the Chongxu Sect and seek the supreme way of heaven. It is true that this Chongxu Sect dominates the party, is huge in strength, and has extremely high entry standards, reaching the ninth level of body refining and psychic realm before the age of eighteen. But just because of this mere day, his ten years of hard work were going to be ruined. How could Su Wu accept it? Holding back the anger in his heart, Su Wu still argued: "Deacon Chen, it's just a day's mistake. You have a lot of money, so please let me go." Chen Yang looked indifferent, but the joking in his eyes became more and more obvious, and said: "Yes, it's only one day. Logically speaking, I can be tolerant and let you pass, but." Chen Yang paused for a moment, then showed a cold smile and said, "But I don't like you, and I can't stand your arrogance, so that's why." Chen Yang shook his head slightly and crossed out Su Yang's name from the manual with a stroke of his jade pen. Click! Su Wu only felt