外门内的空气弥漫着紧张的气氛,仿佛被无数有抱负的修炼者的期待所激发.虽然叶辰之前的羞辱在人群中留下了印记,但很少有人进一步关注他.毕竟,"瘸子"几乎不值得多想.但叶辰的心却在燃烧,不是羞愧,而是目的.剑神的传承在他体内搏动,使他充满了一种他尚未完全理解的力量.突如其来的考验通过初步考核的外门弟子被赶进了宗门开阔的修炼场,这是一片被高耸的悬崖环绕的广阔场地.在这里,他们将面临第二次考验:战斗."听好了!" 一位身穿深色长袍的威严长老吼道."实力是修炼的基础,战斗是锻造实力的熔炉."第二次试炼将考验你的战斗能力.胜利将使您在宗门中占有一席之地.失败...嗯,你知道后果.他的话很简单,但令人不寒而栗的底色却是显而易见的.弟子们不安地交换了一下眼神.对许多人来说,这是他们第一次面对真正的战斗.然而,叶辰却专注了.他紧紧地握住了身旁那把生锈的剑柄.这把剑是他父母传来的,破旧不堪,平淡无奇.然而在这一刻,他感觉到与它有一种莫名的联系,仿佛它在等待揭示它隐藏的潜力."你."长老随意地指了指,一个青年走上前来.他的对手被选中,很快空气中就充满了刀剑相撞和灵气的爆发.一个接一个,弟子要么被击败,要么宣告胜利,他们的结果决定了他们的命运."下一场比赛!叶辰,上前走!这个名字在人群中激起了涟漪."叶辰?这就是瘸子,不是吗?"他在这儿做什么?他肯定不会坚持超过一次.叶辰无视那些嘲讽的耳语,踏入了竞技场.他对面站着一个高大,肌肉发达的青年,挥舞着一把闪闪发光的长矛.青年妄妄地笑了笑."别担心,我会对你放轻松的.我可不想打垮像你这样的弱者.叶辰一言不发,手轻轻搭在剑柄上."开始!"青年向前冲去,他的长矛像一条引人注目的蛇一样在空中呼啸而过.那是一个敏捷而熟练的动作,直接瞄准了叶辰的胸口.但叶辰的脚步却几乎难以察觉地动了动,他的身体如水般流淌.长矛以一根头发的宽度击中了他,就在那一瞬间,他击中了他.以一个流畅的动作拔出剑,叶辰的剑嗡嗡作响,嗡嗡作响,充满了几乎无法抑制的能量.虽然这把剑本身并不起眼,但它背后的力量却不起眼.一道银光划过竞技场,青年踉踉跄跄地向后退去,他的长矛哐当一声落在地上.人群陷入了沉默.长老挑了挑眉,目光锐利,打量着叶辰."有意思."败下的青年紧紧抓住他的肩膀,那里的一道浅浅的伤口不断流血.他难以置信地睁大了眼睛."你...你怎么走得这么快?叶辰平静地收剑入鞘.他什么也没说,但内心却感受到了剑神教诲的微弱共鸣.剑的第一原则:流动性.看不见的竞争随着试炼的进行,更多的弟子被淘汰,只剩下少数人可以晋级.其中,叶辰出乎意料地脱颖而出.然而,他的胜利并没有被忽视.在俯瞰修炼场的阴凉亭中,一群内门弟子饶有兴致地观摩了试炼."秦阳师兄,就是你刚才羞辱的那个男孩,不是吗?"其中一个人问道.秦阳抿了一口玉杯,神色难以捉摸."看来垃圾已经学会了一些技巧.但一个不知道自己位置的弱者只会更惨重.The others chuckled in agreement, their gazes lingering on Ye Chen with a mix of disdain and curiosity.The First True BattleBy the end of the trial, only ten disciples remained. These were the ones who had earned the right to join the outer sect. However, the elder in charge was not yet satisfied."Becoming a disciple is not enough. You must prove that you have the potential to climb higher. A final match will determine your standing within the sect."The final matches began, and one by one, disciples showcased their abilities. When it was Ye Chen's turn, his opponent was someone he hadn't expected: Lin Feng, a disciple who had already gained a reputation for his ruthless techniques.Lin Feng stepped forward, his sword gleaming under the sunlight. "Ye Chen, was it? I've heard about you. A cripple suddenly showing promise. I wonder if it's just luck."Ye Chen met his gaze calmly. "You'll find out soon enough."The elder signaled the start, and Lin Feng wasted no time. His sword danced in intricate patterns, releasing waves of spiritual energy that crackled through the air.Ye Chen stood his ground, his rusty sword held steady. As Lin Feng's blade descended, Ye Chen's movements shifted, and in a heartbeat, he was inside Lin Feng's guard. Their swords clashed, sparks flying.For a moment, the two seemed evenly matched, but Ye Chen's attacks grew sharper with each exchange. The Sword God's teachings resonated within him, guiding his movements.Lin Feng's smirk faltered. "What… What is this swordsmanship?"Ye Chen's blade struck with precision, forcing Lin Feng back step by step. Finally, with a sweeping arc, Ye Chen disarmed his opponent, sending Lin Feng's sword spinning through the air.The crowd erupted into cheers and gasps.The elder's voice boomed across the field. "Ye Chen, victory!"A New BeginningAs the trials concluded, Ye Chen stood among the new disciples, his heart steady but resolute. He had taken the first step, but he knew the path ahead would only grow more perilous.From the pavilion, Qin Yang's expression darkened. "Interesting. But this is only the beginning. Let's see how far you can climb before you fall."Ye Chen glanced at the towering peaks of the inner sect in the distance. His resolve burned brighter than ever. One day, I'll reach the summit—and no one will stand in my way.