I have a passive skill.

Without being suspected, he is even a little bit incapable of operating.

There were many thoughts in his mind, but on the surface, Xu Xiaoshou remained calm, and looked at the spirit sword in Lin Ruohuan's hand.

"Gu Jianxiu?"

"Ah?" Lin Ruohuan's thoughts were interrupted in an instant, and he was immediately brought back to reality, and hurriedly replied: "Yes, Jian Xiu, oh no, I'm not Gu Jianxiu..."

The momentary incoherent speech made Lin Ruohuan's face turn red.

He is clearly a Dao-slashing cultivator who stands on the top of the strong.

But under the questioning of the man in front of him, he unconsciously returned to the posture of learning swords when he was young.

It was the tense gesture of stuttering when meeting a teacher, no matter how well he mastered it.

"Spirit sword repair?"

Xu Xiaoshou asked again, without waiting for a response, he stretched out his hand, "Let me see."

Tong Feng on the side looked at the very eye-catching palm with only four fingers, and only glanced at it, not daring to look at it, and quickly looked away.

Lin Ruohuan was a little flattered.

If ordinary people dare to ask a sword repairer for a sword like this, they are undoubtedly saying: "Give me my life."

But if it is the Eighth Sword Immortal...

"Give."

Lin Ruohuan immediately handed over the spirit sword in his hand, and respectfully said: "This sword has been with me for a long time, from the throne to the Dao, it has been more than 20 years... Oh, by the way, the name of the sword is 'Lan Juke', which is modeled on the you……"

He suddenly felt embarrassed.

As soon as the word "you" came out, Lin Ruohuan realized something was wrong.

At this time, obviously I can't say too much...

Xu Xiaoshou received the spirit sword.

This sword is aqua blue and full of spirituality.

It's obviously not a famous sword, but as soon as it was in his hand, it suddenly trembled violently and was about to let go.

"presumptuous!"

Lin Ruohuan yelled loudly, and Lan Juke fell silent for a moment.

Xu Xiaoshou raised her eyes and glanced at him, but said nothing.

"Uh."

Instead, Lin Ruohuan became embarrassed, and hurriedly explained: "That's not the case, I usually treat it very well, so I wouldn't scold it like this..."

"It's okay."

Xu Xiaoshou caressed the blade of the sword with one hand, and the spirit sword remained calm.

He was a little embarrassed.

Lin Ruohuan failed to notice this detail.

If you can get the eighth sword fairy's soft "no problem", then there is really nothing to be nervous about in this world.

And Lan Juke can pass through the hands of the Eighth Sword Immortal, which is even more his supreme glory!

"Lan Juke..."

Xu Xiaoshou murmured softly: "Good name."

"No, it's all imitating your saber...uh!"

Lin Ruohuan bared his teeth.

Didn't I say this before, why did I slip out again?

Tong Feng watched in amazement from one side.

He had never seen Brother Lin in such a humble gesture.

Even if Lin Ruohuan performed a mission under Senior Wuyue once in the past, Lin Ruohuan would not have done so.

But come to think of it.

We met each other from a distance, and we didn't talk to each other.

But this time, in such a close proximity, to communicate with the Eighth Sword Immortal face to face...

Tong Feng was suddenly envious.

He knew the legend of the Eighth Sword Immortal, and apart from his attitude, he also had infinite admiration for this person.

At this moment, seeing the two of them like this, he even regretted why he didn't learn swords when he was a child, so he couldn't really understand the surging emotions of those swordsmen.

Thinking about it, I should at least have to lose sleep at night...

"Sword Nian?"

While thinking, Lin Ruohuan suddenly let out a high decibel exclamation.

Tong Feng was surprised and hurriedly turned his head to look.

But under the eyes of the Eighth Sword Immortal in front of him, Lan Juke suddenly trembled.

On it, wisps of mist steamed out unexpectedly.

"Jian Nian!"

Tong Feng was shocked.

The miraculous sword-watching technique actually happened right in front of my eyes?

He couldn't help secretly taking a few more glances.

"The art of watching swords..."

The Eighth Sword Immortal in front of Mingming never made any big moves, only staring at such a small detail.

But Lan Juke seems to have inspired infinite potential, not only trembling, but the surface luster is more spiritual as time goes by.

Tong Feng knows that the power of "Sword Watching Technique" lies in the fact that both the actor and the affected person can be strengthened with the practice of sword thoughts.

At the same time, this is the only transcendent technique in the world that can improve the rank of a spirit sword without tempering it with an iron weapon!

Lin Ruohuan was trembling with excitement, his face was ruddy, and he was panting heavily.

He knows that the strong have their own goals and opponents, and he will not easily attack the juniors.

But he never expected that the Eighth Sword Immortal was so kind to the Sword Cultivator Society!

It's obviously still a hostile relationship...

He was actually helping himself to improve the spirit sword rank? !

"I."

Lin Ruohuan was a little incoherent.

He wanted to say a word of thanks, but his position made him unable to say it at all.

On the other hand, the Eighth Sword Immortal...

The other party didn't seem to have such concerns at all, and just flicked his fingers lightly at the end of watching the sword.

"Om-"

Spirit Sword groaned happily, and finally responded.

Xu Xiaoshou breathed a sigh of relief.

Lin Ruohuan was also a little ashamed of self-harm.

This is the pattern, and the difference in tolerance!

"Lan Juke, it's really good."

Xu Xiaoshou received the sword and handed it over.

He was no longer the ignorant little sword cultivator back then.

In fact, Lin Ruohuan just said a word, and he could tell from the name of the sword that the person in front of him worshiped the real Eighth Sword Immortal, and immediately said with a smile: "I used to have a sword, the name is very similar to Lan Juke, it's called... ..."

"Qingju!"

Lin Ruohuan was very excited to answer.

"The sky is one foot tall and eight statues are familiar, who dares to be half a Qingju?"

"My sword and the name of this sword are all inspired by your 'Qingju'."

"Of course, I didn't dare to call it 'Lanju' directly, and added an extra 'guest', senior..."

"Very presumptuous, senior forgive me!"

Lin Ruohuan held on to the spirit sword that had returned to her hand, feeling that the sword was more than twice as heavy as before, and she was already a little out of choice.

"Ha ha."

Xu Xiaoshou couldn't help laughing, like a real elder who sighed a little when he saw the younger generation's respect for him, which was almost like worshiping him.

This sigh also stimulated Xu Xiaoji on the side.

The strange events happening around him were beyond his understanding.

To be dignified and slashing the way, to be so respectful to a mere innate... Xu Xiaoji no longer knows what mood he is in at the moment.

He was so stunned that he didn't even dare to take a second look, because he was afraid that when he saw that weird scene, he would not be able to help but scream and destroy the weird atmosphere created by Big Demon King Xu.

"Whoo~"

He sighed silently in his heart.

Xu Xiaoji hypnotized himself in every possible way, "it's not surprising", but his mood was still a little hard to calm down.

At this moment, he only had infinite admiration for Xu Xiaoshou who was sitting on his knees in front of the powerful Zhan Dao who dared to stand on his knees.

"Admired, passive value, +1."

"Admired, passive value, +1."

"Be grateful, passive value, +1."

……

"All right."

Xu Xiaoshou returned the sword with a chuckle.

Jian Nian also lit up, and his identity was proved.

Not to mention that these two people didn't think that they were pretending to be garlic from the beginning.

Even now that he came back to his senses, he wanted to doubt it.

I really dare not doubt it!

He patted his buttocks and got up, without sticking to one pattern, he said calmly: "I called you here for a serious business."

"What's the matter?"

Lin Ruohuan was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that the other party seemed to have really mentioned it before.

At the same time, I also realized that my reaction just now was really embarrassing.

His face flushed a little, he took a step back, and said neither humble nor overbearing: "Senior, please speak."

Tong Feng lowered his eyelids and became even more desperate.

Got it!

Sure enough, they are not people of the same level. As long as they are sword cultivators, they will lose their temper when they meet the Eighth Sword Immortal, right?

He then took a step back, solemnly.

"Where are the communication beads?"

Xu Xiaoshou didn't show his hole card immediately, but stretched out his hand, looked at the two who were hesitant, and said, "It's the alarm bead you mentioned."

He did not continue to speak, but waited silently.