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Fan Wuji nodded, he had no interest in the Grandmaster's lecture at all. With his current attainments in the path of the sword, even a Xiantian master would be inferior to him. However, he understood that if he wanted to unravel why his corpse would appear in this place called Desolate Ruins, he would have to assimilate into this place and delve into the mysteries of the Desolate Ruins.
The two of them slowly walked toward a sword room. Before long, they arrived in front of the sword room. They discovered that there was already a crowd gathering at the entrance of the sword room. The lecture of the Grandmaster was held at a quarter to noon. There were only two hours left.
"There's already someone waiting for class so early?" Fan Wuji asked with a hint of surprise in his tone.
Wu Guangyi said with a strange look on his face, "Junior brother, your amnesia is not shallow at all. In the past, you would always be dancing in front of the sword room at daybreak. When the door of the sword room opens, you will be the first one to enter, thus occupying the first row.
Hearing this, Fan Wuji nodded his head slightly. He was secretly amazed at Ren Xiao Yao's diligence toward him.
"Let's go in." Fan Wuji spoke softly as he slowly walked towards the door of the sword room. When they entered, they discovered that the sword room was extremely spacious. The last half of the room was filled with seats that could be used by over a hundred disciples to sit on. As for the first half, it was completely empty. It should be the place where the master lectured.
There was still two hours before the lecture began, but the seats in the first two rows were all occupied by others. Fan Wuji and Wu Guang could only find two seats in the third row.
Not long after that, the disciples of the School of Sword Arts walked into the sword room. More than a hundred seats had been taken in a short period of time. The disciples around Fan Wuji all had strange expressions on their faces as if intentionally or unintentionally they were secretly watching him.
"Look, the person in front of me is actually Ren Xiaoyao, the man who was fighting for his life!"
"Isn't this guy, who risked his life, always coming to the sword section early to wait? Isn't he always taking the front seat?"
"That's right. He always admires Senior Sister Qi Yao, and every time, he would leave the first seat to Senior Sister and take the second seat himself. "
"Hi. You're all talking about the old days. Yesterday, senior brother Meng had defeated him for the seventh time. I'm afraid that after losing the battle and fainting yesterday, he would lose all his face and wouldn't dare to face senior brother Meng who has always been sitting on the third seat in the first row. "
"Haha." "Truly a weak chicken, cultivating twice as much as we do every day. Isn't it all thanks to senior brother Meng?"
Upon hearing these words, Wu Guang was so angry that he wanted to fly into a rage. Fan Wuji was brimming with a warm smile like the spring wind as he pulled at Wu Guangyi. He said softly, "Let others say what they want to say. Anyway, we can't stop those people from talking leisurely. "But today, I will use the truth to prove something."
He looked at Fan Wuji in surprise. The Ren Xiaoyao in his impression was a guy with a strong competitive spirit and an excessively strong self-esteem. With Ren Xiaoyao's temperament, how could he stand the gossip of these disciples?
But how could he know that the Ren Xiaoyao in front of him was no longer Ren Xiaoyao, but Fan Wuji's soul will had inherited Ren Xiaoyao's physical body.
Fan Wuji was an absolute genius, a swordsman who had defeated many Life and Death Realm Kings. How could he possibly care about the discussions of these ant-like people? If the ants were to mock the divine dragon that roamed the nine heavens, would the divine dragon feel angry?
His cultivation level was too high, so when he looked at everyone, it was as if he was looking down upon them. He did not care about these things at all.
At this moment, a man and a woman walked into the sword room side by side. Once the two entered, the others more or less paid attention to them. A young man in his early twenties, with an imposing air and an overbearing aura, stood out. From the looks of it, his cultivation base was at the great circle of the Houtian realm.
The other woman seemed to be around 20 plus years old and seemed to be slightly older than the young man. This woman had ordinary facial features, but she had a heroic air to her, and a heroic, unyielding air to her.
The man was this year's top disciple of the School of Sword Arts, Meng Qianqiu, and the woman's identity was obvious. She was the one Ren Xiaoyao admired, the second ranked Qi Yaoyao.
When the two of them appeared together, it gave off the feeling that they were a match made in heaven. Seeing the two of them, Fan Wuji still had a hint of a smile on his face. In his eyes, Meng Qianqiu and Qi Yaoyao were just like toddlers.
The two of them were unperturbed by the gazes of the crowd. As influential figures, they had long been accustomed to such things. Then the two of them sat in the front two seats of the first row.
At a quarter past noon, a middle-aged man with a long beard walked in slowly from another entrance in the sword room. This person stood with his hands behind his back. His clothes were as white as snow and he had an enormous heavy sword on his back.
Needless to say, this middle-aged man with a long beard was the master of the School of Sword Arts, Ning Bian. Ning Biluo's aura and aura, even his bones and bones showed the grace of a sharp swordsman.
"Interesting. A sword artist at the late stage of the Innate realm had yet to step into the Spirit Sea Realm and had already comprehended the first level of sword intent. Even though it's the true intent of a Lesser Heaven stage cultivator, it's still quite hard for a Greater Heaven stage cultivator to obtain it. " Fan Wuji whispered in his heart.
His realm was still there. With just a few glances, he was able to see through this person's true realm.
Ning Biluo walked to the empty area without a chair. A pair of eyes as sharp as an eagle's swept through the crowd. His aura was full, and under the pressure, all of the hundred plus disciples present held their breaths.
He said loudly, "It has been three years since your current batch of disciples have come to the School of Sword Arts to learn. According to the school's rules, in half a month, all of you will leave the school and train alone. Among you all, I will choose the two most outstanding people to become my disciples and continue to cultivate with me. "
The moment he said this, the atmosphere changed and became stifling and tense.
"You don't have to be nervous. As everyone knows, among your batch of disciples, Meng Qianqiu and Qi Yaoyao are the most outstanding. I declare that from today onwards, the two of them will be my disciples. " Ning San said calmly.
These words did not have the slightest bit of commotion or ripple. For all the disciples, it was natural for the two of them to become inner disciples. Some of the disciples near Fan Wuji also looked at him with pitiful gazes.
These disciples all understood in their hearts that the reason why Ren Xiaoyao trained so arduously was because he wanted to become a disciple of a great master.
At this time, Fan Wuji suddenly stood up and said in a clear voice, "Senior Qi, to become a personal disciple is well-deserved. However, I am not convinced that Meng Qianqiu will become my disciple. "