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Deep in the ice cave, strange fluctuations occurred between the icicles. They had already exploded, and they kept talking.

"Yin Mo said someone came in." A soft voice said.

"I just don't know what their qualifications are. Let's take a look first and then talk."

"Even if I never go out for the rest of my life, I don't want to find a bad master."

This is a wait-and-see approach.

"I've had enough of staying in this damn place. It doesn't matter who comes in, as long as you can take me out!"

"Take me one by one. I see your faces every day when I open my eyes. It's been hundreds of years. It's time to throw up."

This is radical.

"But the sect leader said before that we cannot leave in this life..."

"After a hundred years, the outside world may not be safe and comfortable here."

This is conservative.

"Wake up, the sect master has been dead for eight hundred years, and Hun'er has been reborn several times."

"No wonder the sect master didn't want to see you when he was alive. Hundreds of years later, you are still so mean-mouthed."

The ice cave was very lively for a while, but the communication between the sword spirits could not be heard by others. From the outside, the inside of the cave was still the same as before.

It is said in the world of immortal cultivation that the Red Lotus Secret Realm is full of strange things. Even after a hundred years, there are still countless secret treasures in it.

They regard the Red Lotus Secret Realm as a treasure cave and an adventure paradise. However, no one cares about the predecessor of the Red Lotus Secret Realm and why it has fallen into its current state.

And these spiritual energies have been sealed here since the previous catastrophe, never to see the light of day.

It took so long that they felt like they were going to become immortals. Yinmo, who always loved to wander outside, came back to tell them that someone was coming.

The magic weapons in the ice cave were excited and scared. It had been hundreds of years, and they hadn't seen a living person in hundreds of years... It was strange to think.

The five people outside had no idea what was going on here. At this time, they were chasing the machete with great joy.

Yinmo couldn't help but get angry. He turned around and saw a young man standing behind them silently, leaning against the corner of the wall and standing quietly on Mo Shang Wushuang without even looking at it.

Yin Mo realized: These people who chase it or beat it are bad people, and that person who doesn't beat it or chase it is a good person.

If he had to choose one master among these people, it would be this kind of noble and beautiful person who would not fight or grab.

He Mu hadn't eaten for too long, and was feeling hungry all over. When he suddenly felt a pain in his palm, he lowered his head subconsciously, and there was blood.

The handle of the dark, heavy machete slipped into his hand at some point.

The palm of the hand was cut by the blade, and spots were scattered on the blade.

The sword god's radiance flourished, and a bright white light pillar rose into the sky, and finally landed between the two of them. It lasted for a few seconds before disappearing.

Rude, it hurt him!

Without saying a word, He Mu opened his hand and threw the machete out.

Yinmo: As expected of the master he likes, he is very aloof and will not treat him specially just because it is a spiritual weapon.

So later, when Yin Mo looked at He Mu hiding behind him, he regretted his mistake and rushed up, filled with resentment.

Everyone was so stunned by this sudden change that they had not yet reacted. How could they conquer it with the promised eighteen martial arts skills?

This sword does not respect martial ethics, and it secretly recognized its owner in the middle of the blow.

He Mu didn't react and subconsciously handed the knife to Ming Fan.

"Junior sister, here you are."

Yin Mo clung tightly to He Mu's hand, for fear of being touched by others.

He Mu looked embarrassed when he saw this.

"Master, I don't like to be touched by others."

A rough man's voice sounded in He Mu's mind, and the embarrassment turned into horror.

He Mu's eyes widened and he lowered his head to seriously look at the machete for the first time.

On the machete, the previously complicated runes were no longer dim. After sucking his blood, the sword god's light became more restrained and looked very simple.

It gives people a very capable feeling.

"Ask it quickly, are there any spiritual weapons sealed behind the icicles here?"

Ming Fan and the others had undisguised joy on their faces.

He Mu nodded and tried to communicate with Yinmo.

Yin Mo said disdainfully, if he had an expression, his eyes would fly to the sky at this moment: "Those arrogant Spirit Swordsmen are not as easy to talk to as I am. Even if you go, you will probably come back defeated."

When Yin Mo said these words directly, Ming Fan raised his eyebrows, it turned out that he could speak.

As if he had read through her thoughts, Mo Mo sneered coldly: "The spiritual weapons we gave birth to are naturally eloquent. If I ignored you before, it was because I was too lazy to care about you."

After hearing what Yin Mo said, Ming Fan, Jiang Yuqing and others showed undisguised enthusiasm in their eyes.

Ming Fan was even more concerned. The heroine worked hard and contracted a powerful spiritual weapon. As a result, they now fell directly into the spiritual weapon nest.

The fate is really wonderful. It is like trying to find it everywhere without trying to find it. It takes no effort to get it.

This is a spiritual weapon, and it still has a spiritual weapon. If you put it outside, even the Lingyun Sect, who is good at refining weapons, would not be able to refine a magical weapon of this quality.

Depending on the skill and material selection of the weapon refiner, as well as the right time and place, even if the spiritual weapon is released, whether it can produce the spirit of the weapon is another matter entirely.

Only a fool would give up now that he has this opportunity.

Ming Fan smiled sweetly and said to Yinmo: "I was wrong before and offended you. But you see, He Mu is my senior brother. We belong to the same sect. You and my senior brother have already formed a contract. After all, we are a family."

Ming Fan licked the corner of his mouth: "It makes sense that a family helps each other and enjoys the same blessings.

Furthermore, I respect my senior brother, and you are my senior brother’s magic weapon.

Rounding it all off, I respect you. You helped someone who admires you deeply.

Quite reasonable. "

Yinmo was confused by her reasonable and irrational sophistry, and only those words of admiration were remembered in his mind.

"Huh, you have good taste."

Seeing Yin Mo let go, Jiang Yuqing, Su Heng and Xiao Yunyang pursed their lips tightly. Is this the art of speaking? Learning never stops.

Although I don’t want to admit it, some people are gifted when it comes to talking.

At this moment, the 'gifted' man smiled proudly at them, his face was disgusting.

The blade of the ink-drawing blade gradually floated up, floating in the air, rising and falling.

After a long while, the ink fell slowly.

"Whether we let you in will gain their approval depends on your own destiny."

High-level spiritual weapons, especially those that have developed intelligence, will choose their own masters, and they must pass their tests and be recognized before they can make a contract. The spiritual weapons also have the arrogance of spiritual weapons.

If you want to buy and sell by force, unless your own cultivation level exceeds the spiritual weapon by a lot, otherwise it will be backfired accidentally, and the gain will outweigh the loss.

Yinmo coughed a few times and shouted like a bell: "Come on, come on, come on!" He turned to Ming Fan and others and shouted, "The left side of the sledgehammer, the right side of the sword, the deformed magic weapon, from me. In this passage at the back, go straight, then turn right, then go straight until you reach the end, then turn left.”

Su Hengjiang, Yu Qing and Xiao Yunyang were both sword cultivators, so they naturally walked towards the right.

Seeing that Ming Fan didn't follow, Xiao Yunyang paused and asked doubtfully: "Little junior sister?"

Ming Fan waved his hand towards Xiao Yunyang: "You go ahead, I'm going over there." Ming Fan pointed Mo behind him from a distance and walked over with long strides.

Ming Fan smiled, deformed, and successfully caught her attention.

She wanted to go and see how deformed it was. Anyway, she wasn't a swordsman, so she didn't pay that much attention.

oh? Seeing this, Yin Mo suddenly became interested. The guys there were very strange...