I have a passive skill.

Xiao Wanfeng:? ? ?

At this moment, he felt that he was hallucinating.

In Xuancang Jianling's voice, there was actually a trace of uncontrollable impatience and decisive canthus.

This is very similar to when a child at home was beaten by his peers when he was young, he went home and wanted to find his father to vent his anger...

Thinking of this, Xiao Wanfeng hurriedly stopped, dripping with cold sweat.

"Xiao Wanfeng, Xiao Wanfeng, you really dare to think about it. You still look for your father. You think you have lived too long, don't you?" He angrily scolded himself in his heart.

The sword spirit of Xuan Cang Shenjian chose him, which is something that he dare not even dream about.

Xiao Wanfeng thought about the other party's demands, and vaguely felt that he understood something.

As a sword-bearer with four swords, Xu Xiaoshou, the slave of the night saint, surpassed the Xuancang Excalibur, so the aura of the Excalibur has not disappeared so far?

This is a very naive idea.

Whether this is true, Xiao Wanfeng has reservations.

You can hear Xuancang Sword Spirit's tone...

If so!

It's just what if...

Xiao Wanfeng felt that if it was the case, the holy slave Xu Xiaoshou would be too strong, how could he force the Xuancang Excalibur to such a point of hunger?

Feeling good about yourself is common to everyone.

But besides this, Xiao Wanfeng is more important to know how much he weighs, he is very self-aware.

His own aptitude, if he is exhausted, is just something that Mr. Siren can only take a look at. How could Xuancang Excalibur choose him?

Besides, it is now on Seven Sword Immortal Rao Yaoyao's back.

Opposite it is Mr. Siren, an old senior among Seven Sword Immortals.

Isn't it good to choose these two people, but you have to choose me?

Me, is it that important?

Suddenly Xiao Wanfeng thought of what Xuancang Sword Spirit had said before, and he asked urgently: "Senior, according to your point of view, except for Mr. Yu Tu and the Eighth Sword Immortal, there is no one in this era who can communicate with you." ?”

Xuancang Sword Spirit: "Yes."

Xiao Wanfeng was startled for a moment, thinking that as expected...

Or I just took it for granted, the Xuancang Excalibur is hungry, so how can there be any stories like "I am special, I am the Son of Destiny"?

Xuancang Sword Spirit: "And you."

click.

Xiao Wanfeng petrified on the spot.

Soon he was released from the petrified state, the corners of his lips twitched a few times, his eyelids twitched wildly, and his fingers cramped.

All over the body, except for the hand holding the wooden sword, which remained stable, the rest of the body seemed to be convulsed, convulsing.

"Whoo~"

After a long time of breathing heavily, Xiao Wanfeng regained his composure, and solemnly replied in his mind: "Senior, wait for me."

Talk about other things.

It's not like ordinary people who are so excited after being chosen by the divine sword: "Why do you have to wait for me to go to the holy mountain? Can you recognize the master now?"

Xiao Wanfeng has always been a very assertive person with good self-awareness.

It has been like this for more than ten years.

He knew that Rao Jianxian still had a mission at this moment.

The Xuancang Excalibur was invited out of the Holy God Hall, and it must have its mission.

In addition, at this time, I am really weak, and under the hidden sword, I don't even have half a cent of combat power.

Xuan Cang Shenjian being able to invite himself at this time is already a choice beyond the bottom line.

As Sword Spirit said, as the third invitee of this era.

Xiao Wanfeng didn't think he had the formidable cultivation level of Mr. Yu Tu, so he was the former master of the Seven Swords Head Holy Spirit Hall.

I don't think I have the powerful aptitude of the Eight Masters, who can achieve the miraculous three-breathing innate, three-year sword immortal.

It took him more than ten years to cultivate the sword by himself and realize the nine great swordsmanship.

Not a genius!

But I have tenacity.

Perhaps, this is the reason why the Xuancang Divine Sword has chosen me.

Xiao Wanfeng also chose to reject the Xuancang Excalibur, unlike Yutu and Bazun.

- Only a fool would do that!

He didn't know the story between Excalibur and the two.

But the old man Yu Tu would refuse, it must be because it is unnecessary; the Ba Zun would refuse because he already has four swords of fierceness.

Xiao Wanfeng didn't think that the Xuancang Excalibur also invited Yu Tu and Ba Zun when they were young.

Otherwise, it is impossible for the two to refuse this great temptation.

But I am different...

Rao Yaoyao invites the sword out of the hall of the Holy God, and climbs to the first floor of the sky with the sword in hand, to visit Mr. Siren.

At the same time, it was a temporary idea that I wanted to work the night shift.

All of this is a coincidence, and there is not even a half point of guidance from the Xuancang Divine Sword.

And it is precisely because of these coincidences that Xuan Cang Shenjian can see himself.

Xiao Wanfeng rejected Mei Siren's invitation to accept apprentices because what Mr. Siren wanted was to follow his own way.

But swords are different.

In this world, swordsmen and swords always recognize and support each other, there is no distinction between primary and secondary, and there is no such thing as master and apprentice.

Just like the Qingju of the Eight Masters and the Four Swords of Xu Xiaoshou, I, Xiao Wanfeng,...

Thinking of this, the corners of Xiao Wanfeng's lips twitched slightly, and he didn't continue to think about it.

At this time, he even felt that linking his name with the divine sword Xuancang with "zhi" was considered blasphemy.

but!

"It recognized me..."

Under the night, Xiao Wanfeng's eyes were bright and bright, and he raised his eyes to look at the city in the sky. He felt that he had seen Fengsheng Daoji in advance.

Xu Shao's encouragement and Mr. Siren's praise.

After all, nothing is as important as a word of approval from Divine Sword Xuancang.

Because of the first two, Xiao Wanfeng would still see it as the other party's words of encouragement, and if he disdained it, it was still another matter.

Only Excalibur Xuan Cang really feels that his own Tao has a height comparable to that of the Eight Venerable Masters and Yu Tu.

This road, Qi Cheng has walked a few steps, not to mention.

As long as the end of the road is high and cold, that is what every swordsman wants.

The evening wind blows, and the night is dim.

The blow made the young man's worn linen clothes rustle.

At the age of 16, he still has a confused understanding of this world.

"I, can I really?"

Xiao Wanfeng paused for a long, long time before reaching out to pinch his face and twisting it hard.

He felt his face start to heat up.

But not enough.

So he clenched his fist until his nails dug into his palm.

spread hands.

Yin Yin blood.

Xiao Wanfeng smiled.

"It hurts..."

……

half empty.

The two high-ranking sword celestial beings were obviously unaware of the secret communication between Xuancang Sword Spirit and Xiao Wanfeng.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the two got straight to the point.

"Should Rao Jianxian come here this time for a simple visit?" Mei Siren smiled: "Let's be honest, why is the Holy Spirit Palace looking for this old man?"

Rao Yaoyao's pretty face was serious, and she stopped beating around the bush, and said straight to the point: "Mr. Ye Siren entered the arena that day, it seems that he wants to help the holy slave Xu Xiaoshou?"

"Oh?" Mei Si kept his composure, stopped the folding fan in his hand, and twitched his lips: "Do you think that the old man and Yu Tu are standing together?"

The rhythm of these words was too fast, and it reached the top level in one fell swoop, and Void became a little chilled on the spot.

Rao Yaoyao was a little startled when she heard that.

She didn't rush to get rid of it, but after pondering for a while, she followed the trend.

"Yes!"

It's settled.

Xu Xiaoshou, who was sleeping under a quilt in the practice room, and Xiao Wanfeng, who was standing guard at the gate downstairs, felt that the atmosphere was not right.

The two who were talking and laughing just now suddenly became tit for tat.

It seems that the issue of "position" is very sensitive.

The choice of the Meisi people is enough to influence the layout of the high-level?

The night sky was dead silent for a long time.

After staring at Rao Yaoyao for a short moment, Mei Siren's serious face melted away, and after a smile, it made people feel like a spring breeze.

He shook his folding fan again and sighed:

"Yu Tu is getting old!"

"The old man never stands with him. As for what position he takes, I believe the Holy Spirit Hall knows better than outsiders."

"As for the Holy Slave Xu Xiaoshou, he is just my next student."

"The aptitude is better, but looking at the five regions of the mainland, I can't count such students by myself."

"When the students ask questions, the teacher will answer them, that's all."

Meisi replied calmly.

Rao Yaoyao's heart tightened, and she squinted her eyes first, taking precautions secretly.

Then, she asked aloud: "Mr. Siren knew the position of the holy slave, why did you choose to get close at that critical moment? Don't you think that your attitude towards the holy slave is a little...too close?"

"Excessive?"

Mei Siren looked up, his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts and souls, and said in a solemn voice: "Now, even if the old man takes an extra step on the earth, will the Holy Spirit Temple have to intervene?"

Rao Yaoyao withdrew a step back and said resolutely, "You said it yourself, you took an extra step!"

"How?" Mei Siren stepped forward.

Rao Yaoyao lowered her head: "This step is overstepping!"

"Hahaha……"

Mei Siren laughed, stopped laughing for a long time, and asked sideways: "Then, is the Holy Spirit Hall going to impose a military ban on the old man? Or is the military ban not enough... the foot ban?"