Immortal and Demon Cultivation

Ten people held ten exquisite sword boxes and walked to the long table of the altar. They were divided into two rows. Five male disciples stood in front and five beautiful fairies stood in the back.

Yang Liudi and Guo Hui stepped forward and opened the sword boxes one by one. In each sword box, there was a three-foot long sword. The sword's body was gleaming, and it looked like a spiritual weapon with extraordinary aura. Now all the female disciples in Yuanshui Xiaozhu are going crazy with joy. There are only a few true female disciples in Yuanshui Xiaozhu, and the remaining few are registered disciples. Among these female disciples, except Yun Qiyou and Ning Xiangruo has a high-level magic weapon on her body

In addition, the magic weapons and fairy swords carried by other female disciples are not of high grade.

Now it's all right. These ten top-quality spiritual weapons that Ye Xiaochuan begged to marry can make Yuanshui Xiaozhu rise to prominence overnight. Each true disciple can be assigned a top-quality spiritual weapon. In future fights with others, his combat power will be at least A sharp increase of two to three percent.

Originally it was only the outside disciples who were envious and jealous, but now the Cangyun Sect disciples in the crowd, including many famous elders, are beginning to be envious and jealous.

The ten top-grade spiritual weapons were accepted by the women of Yuanshui Xiaozhu without ceremony. Fortunately, the engagement ceremony was not over yet and the master was still present, otherwise these female disciples would have divided the betrothal gifts instantly.

In the team, Baili Yuan gritted her teeth and was indignant. Why did she stupidly refuse the master's proposal to marry Ye Xiaochuan fifteen years ago? If I had known there were so many benefits, I should have agreed.

Now all these good things were given to Yun Qiyou for nothing, it was simply a waste of natural resources!

Of course, Baili Yuan was not the only one gnashing her teeth.

The girl Xiaochi beside her, Fairy Lan Qiyun, almost had her teeth broken.

You shouldn't join in the fun, it's so heartbreaking.

The ten top-quality spiritual weapons once again pushed the atmosphere to a climax, and the exclamations were like firecrackers on New Year's Eve, crackling in a chaotic manner.

Everyone thought it was time to end this.

As a result, the abominable Leng Zongsheng, after waiting for a while, began to open the gift list again and read out the betrothal gift on the gift list.

"Top-grade artifact, wind-type divine sword! Sheying."

"Artifact?"

"Is it still a wind element?"

"Oh my God, if someone pinches me, am I dreaming?"

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Originally, everyone was just amazed at the ten top-quality spiritual weapons, but now they all turned into exclamations.

A top-quality spiritual weapon can become the treasure of a small or medium-sized sect. Now there is another divine weapon, which is of the wind type with very special attributes. Although the wind type magic weapon is not powerful when attacking from a distance, it is invincible in close combat.

Xiaozhu, dressed in green clothes, walked into the fenced yard holding the Shenying Divine Sword.

This time, Xiaozhuke became powerful. Under the spotlight, he handed over the Sheying Divine Sword to Yangliudi.

At the beginning, the elder sent three female servant disciples to serve Zui Taoist and others in their daily life. Two female servant disciples saw that they could not survive, so they left. They were accepted as registered disciples by other elders. Only Xiaozhu did not leave.

Xiaozhu's qualifications and appearance are far different from Yang Jiu's. Among the female disciples of Cangyun Sect, she can only be regarded as average. No elder is willing to accept her as a disciple for fear of wasting their time.

Over the years, Xiaozhu has been diligent, hard-working, and responsible, and Zui Taoist people all see it.

A few years ago, I began to privately guide Xiaozhu's practice.

Xiaozhu knew that she was not as good as her junior senior brother or her second senior sister, so she worked harder than anyone else. She worked all day during the day and rarely slept at night. She just meditated and practiced.

Emperor Tian has paid off. Over the years, Xiaozhu has made great progress in the path of Yin and Yang, Qian Kun, and has reached the realm of out-of-body experiences. Now she is accepted as a disciple by Zui Taoist, who passed on his magic weapon and made her soar to the sky.

The magic-level fairy swords have come out, and everyone thinks they are gone.

Hey, but Leng Zongsheng is always so bad, as bad as his name.

The name Leng Zongsheng came from the fact that after he formally worshiped Cangyun, he was chosen as a saint when he was registered in the Council of Elders. Since he was of the same generation as Zong, he was called Zongsheng.

His real name was Leng Tianqiu. This name was a bit evil and revealed a lot of domineering power. He felt that he couldn't bear it, so he gradually stopped using this name.

Leng Zongsheng looks very dull on the surface, but he gives the impression that he is just a good old man.

Now everyone no longer thinks so. This guy is definitely not a good guy. Under his dull and loyal skin, his heart must be dark!

If the heart was not black, how could one do such a disgusting thing?

Every time after reading the gift list, this guy would close it, and everyone thought it was the last one.

As a result, every time it was closed, it would open again soon after.

He had stabbed himself several times in the heart before, and he was already in enough pain. Ten top-quality spiritual weapons were like sprinkling a handful of salt on his heart full of wounds. The Projection Sword was just like pouring salt on the wounds. Sprinkle a handful of chili powder.

This time Leng Zongsheng paused for a bit long. When everyone began to calm down the pain in their hearts, Leng Zongsheng gently opened the red gift list in his hand.

This small action may seem ordinary, but at this moment, in the eyes of most people who eat melons, it is undoubtedly the god of death raising the sickle.

The knife was also pierced, and salt and pepper were added.

What to do next?

Of course, we have to take out all the people's hearts and fry them in a hot pot. Otherwise, how can we eat them?

But Leng Zongsheng is so cruel. If you say you want to fry it, just fry it. At least put some lard or rapeseed oil in the pot. You heat the pot red without adding any oil, and just fry these people. Throwing your heart on the pot, this is too much.

The melon-eaters who had been exclaiming just now shut their mouths instantly when they saw Leng Zongsheng gently opening the gift list again.

Many of the timid, weak-hearted, or petty-hearted ones covered their ears.

They have long seen that according to the order on the gift list, the further back the betrothal gift goes, the more valuable the betrothal gift is.

The first one is already a top-grade artifact, and God knows what kind of powerful treasure the next betrothal gift Ye Xiaochuan will send out will be.

Leng Zongsheng coughed lightly and said slowly: "Blood...refining...god...weapon...fire...attribute...celestial...spirit!"

I don’t know if time has slowed down at this moment, or if Leng Zongsheng, the unreliable and heart-burning chef, did it deliberately. Anyway, every move of Leng Zongsheng at this moment is under everyone’s attention. His eyes slowed down at least three times.

Every word he spoke seemed to have long syllables and a very slow speaking speed, giving people a deafening and deafening feeling, as if the Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder was exploding in the ears.

Blood-refined magic weapon, fire-based heavenly spirit! In everyone's ears, hearts, minds, and in the vast sky, these eight words sung loudly by Leng Zongsheng are echoing.