After giving up on love, the female supporting role dominates the world of immortality

In a sword shop at the foot of Tianjian Peak.

Zhang Miaomiao walked around for a few times and looked at all the swords carefully, but was not sure which sword to buy.

The waiter in the store has been doing business for many years and is a good observer.

As soon as Zhang Miaomiao came in, he smelled that Zhang Miaomiao had a lot of money.

Seeing Zhang Miaomiao hesitating in front of the dazzling array of swords, not knowing which one to choose, the waiter came to Zhang Miaomiao, nodded and asked, "Fairy, don't you know which sword to buy?"

"Uh..." Although she had been a swordsman for two years and still didn't know how to pick a sword, it would be embarrassing to say that, but Zhang Miaomiao wanted to be more satisfied with the sword for future tasks, so she directly admitted, "Indeed."

"How about I introduce you to the fairy?" the waiter asked tentatively.

Zhang Miaomiao: "...that's okay!"

The waiter raised his hands and asked, "May I ask what spirit root the fairy has? Each sword in our family is made of different materials. The same sword has different effects and power when used by monks with different spiritual roots. The fairy chooses one that suits him. Swords with the same spiritual root attributes will be easier to use."

Zhang Miaomiao has fused spiritual roots, so any sword with different attributes will be the same, so she bluntly said, "It doesn't matter which attribute it is, as long as it's a good sword."

It turns out to be the gray spirit root.

The waiter in the store thought silently.

When every disciple first enters the sect for testing, the spiritual roots in his body must be tested. If there is light on the spiritual stone, it means that the monk has spiritual roots in his body and can enter the sect to cultivate immortality.

Different spiritual roots lead to different colors of light.

For example, the golden spiritual root is golden, the fire spiritual root is red, the water spiritual root is blue, the wood spiritual root is green, and the earth spiritual root is yellow. Several other rare mutant spiritual roots also have their own corresponding colors.

The richer the color, the better the quality of the spiritual root of that attribute.

The gray spiritual root is the legendary waste spiritual root with extremely poor quality.

The qualifications of the gray spiritual roots are too poor, and the spiritual stone cannot show its true color, only a faint gray light. Therefore, the useless spiritual roots of various attributes are collectively called gray spiritual roots.

People with gray spiritual roots can actually cultivate immortality. However, the efficiency of gray spiritual root in absorbing spiritual energy is too low, and the cultivation speed of gray spiritual root monks is much slower than that of Tianlinggen monks.

No matter how hard they work, the only end they can achieve after all their hard work is to build the foundation.

Yan Yixiao is an exception.

After having a great opportunity decades ago, the gray spiritual roots in her body gradually showed a rich aqua blue color as they continued to absorb spiritual energy.

But how many Yan Yixiao are there in the world?

The waiter sighed sadly.

The white-haired girl in front of her is beautiful and charming, with an extraordinary aura, and she has the appearance of a heavenly immortal.

What a pity, what a pity.

However, the qualifications of the girl in front of them didn't matter to them, mere mortals working in the store. The most important thing at the moment was selling the swords and making money.

The waiter conscientiously picked up a water-blue sword, pulled it out of its scabbard, showed Zhang Miaomiao the details of the sword one by one, and introduced,

"Fairy, this sword is called Wenshui Sword. The sword body is made of black iron. The blade has been polished thousands of times by Shuiguangshi. It is extremely sharp. Moreover, it is extremely light in weight and extremely elegant to use. The quality is closest to Shuilinggengold. The sword that the Danqi monks found in the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords is just right for a delicate woman like Fairy."

The sword in front of him was forged extremely thin, and there was a glint of water on it. Zhang Miaomiao took the sword handed over by the waiter, held it in his hand, and waved it twice.

She shook her head and said, "It's too light."

A sword that is too light will not feel secure in the hand, and it will also give Zhang Miaomiao a feeling of being weak when using it.

The waiter was stunned by Zhang Miaomiao's sharp swordsmanship.

At the same time, he also knew that Zhang Miaomiao was not as delicate as he thought.

He walked over to another table and picked up the sword.

This sword is obviously much heavier than the Wenshui sword just now. The waiter's hand holding the sword was shaking slightly, "What about this one, Fairy?"

This sword is quite different from the previous one. The sword body is red and black, almost made of pure iron. There is a cool black light at the edge of the sword, and blood can be seen on human skin when it touches it.

Zhang Miaomiao weighed it twice and was still not satisfied, "It's too heavy."

The two went back and forth and tried many swords. Zhang Miaomiao could always find some flaws in the sword.

Who made her accustomed to using a good sword before.

Yan Yixiao's Bibo Sword was hand-made by the former leader of the Thousand Weapons Sect. It is the best sword, neither light nor heavy, extremely sharp, surrounded by water light, full of spiritual power, and extremely easy to use.

But it is unlikely that such a top-quality sword would appear in a small sword shop at the foot of Tianjian Peak.

Even if it shows up, Zhang Miaomiao may not be able to afford it...

After trying more than a dozen swords with different attributes, Zhang Miaomiao was too embarrassed to trouble the waiter anymore and decided to buy the Wenshui sword introduced at the beginning.

"Just this sword." Zhang Miaomiao pointed to the Wenshui Sword.

"Okay. The original price of the Wenshui Sword is five thousand spirit stones, but the fairy is new to our store to buy a sword. New customers get a [-]% discount, so the fairy will receive four thousand spirit stones." The waiter said with a smile.

Four thousand spirit stones!

She just got half of the money from Jun Letian!

It hurts!

Although Zhang Miaomiao was reluctant, considering that the help of a good sword is indispensable for advancing to the golden elixir in the future, she gritted her teeth and said, "Okay. Then pack it for me!"

The waiter pointed to the table at the door politely, "Fairy, you can go to the front desk to settle the bill. I'll pack the fairy's sword first."

After that, he held the Wenshui Sword and entered a small hidden room behind the sword shop.

Zhang Miaomiao came to the front desk with a heartbroken look on her face, opened her brocade bag, and was about to take out the spiritual stone.

She grabbed it with one hand, but found nothing.

Um? Where is my spiritual stone?

Zhang Miaomiao searched in the bag again, grabbing left and right, touching the dressing mirror and the broken sword several times, but she didn't even catch one of the eight thousand spiritual stones.

A bad premonition rose in her heart.

"Crack creak".

There was a sound of chewing something from the brocade bag.

Um?what sound?

"Hiccup~"

Just as he was wondering, the sound of belching came next.

The lady at the front desk smiled and kindly reminded, "Girl, the Wenshui Sword has a total of four thousand spiritual stones. Do you want to pay by scanning the jade card, or pay in kind?"

A drop of cold sweat slid down Zhang Miaomiao's face. She couldn't touch a spiritual stone for a long time. She laughed a little awkwardly and said, "Uh... I'm sorry, I seem to have forgotten the spiritual stone. I will go back to the dormitory to get it now. "

After finishing speaking, Zhang Miaomiao rushed out of the door without waiting for the checkout lady at the front desk to reply.

She ran to a stone pier and shook the brocade bag up and down.

All of Zhang Miaomiao's belongings - dressing mirror, sword manual, jade tablet, and the broken sword all fell out.

The rusty broken sword was still stained with the blood that Zhang Miaomiao had shed during the competition.

The blood began to slowly swim from the hilt to the entire sword body. Wherever the blood went, the rusty iron wrapped around the broken sword was gradually disappearing.

The broken sword revealed its true face.

Under the rust is a sword with restrained red light. A shockingly red lotus was carved on the hilt, which was as translucent as obsidian. The blade of this sword is made up of the superposition of black scales of colorful unknown creatures. The defect at the tip of the sword corresponds to the size of one scale.

At this moment, this strange sword made of scales was emitting a faint red light.

"Hiccup~"

Still burping...

"So full~ The spirit stone is so delicious~"

A young voice came from the sword.

The sound was extremely pleasant and translucent, like the melodious singing of an oriole, and like the clear tinkling of spring water.

The young man's final voice was long and hoarse, and at the same time extremely affectionate, it also had a touch of smart playfulness.

It's that nice sound of pregnancy.

But now Zhang Miaomiao doesn't want to get pregnant, she wants to smash this broken sword!

Eight thousand spiritual stones...

Eight thousand spirit stones were all eaten by a broken sword!

Her belongings!

All gone!