Junior sister, we really can’t roll anymore.

Ye Wentian glanced at Feng Qingran, his eyes complex, and continued:

"Later, a mortal accidentally obtained the five-color spiritual root. After practicing hard, he achieved the Three Thousand Great Ways. He jumped out of the Five Elements and was no longer subject to the way of heaven. He even surpassed the way of heaven."

"But the way of heaven is used to being arbitrary, and he can't tolerate it when someone suddenly puts pressure on him."

"But Heavenly Dao couldn't do anything about that man, so he set his sights on the Three Thousand Worlds. He destroyed everything related to the Five Elements Spiritual Roots, and all practitioners of the Five Elements Spiritual Roots will die in accidents..."

On Ye Wen's cold and handsome face with clear lines, his handsome eyes shone with an elusive light, and there was a hint of loneliness between his brows.

Feng Qingran blinked her almond-shaped eyes, it turned out that this was the truth.

Then why are there so many techniques and resources about the Five Elements Spiritual Roots and cultivation in her void space?

But what is the relationship between the Five Elements Spiritual Root and the level of the magical weapon?

When Feng Qingran was confused.

Ye Wentian spoke slowly, "Actually, I should tell you these things when you are about to pass the tribulation and ascend, but it's the same thing to tell you now."

"The Qingluan Sword in your hand is an innate spiritual treasure."

"You were lucky enough to get the Qingluan Sword, but it's just because the people at the auction don't know what nature and nurture are, and the people who are in the sixth-grade magic weapon don't like it either."

Ye Wentian just finished speaking.

Feng Qingran asked curiously: "Master, how can we identify nature and nurture at a glance?"

"Open the heavenly eye or reach the level of Daluo Jinxian." Ye Wentian spoke quickly and slowly.

Feng Qingran’s apricot eyes are slightly round, and the master actually has celestial eyes!

It is said that people with heavenly eyes are the chosen ones.

Feng Qingran's eyes were clear and bright, shining like stars, "Master, aren't you the one who achieved the Three Thousand Great Ways?"

Ye Wentian flicked her forehead, "What are you thinking! If Master is above the law of heaven, how can he still be trapped in this secret realm?"

Feng Qingran touched her nose embarrassedly.

"Do you know why I asked you about the magic weapon and talked about spiritual roots?" Ye Wentian's eyes straightened, his eyebrows were trimmed like a sword, slanting into his temples.

"The swords in the Sword Tomb are not simple. How difficult is it to conquer them?" Feng Qingran's mind wandered.

Ye Wentian nodded, "This is only part of the reason, there is another reason."

"There are level restrictions on the use of magic weapons in the world of cultivating immortals. Only low-level magic tools can be used for Qi refining, low-level and mid-level magic tools can be used for foundation building, high-level and heaven-level tools can be used for golden elixirs, and high-level and heaven-level magic tools can be used for Nascent Soul stage. Heaven level.”

"The restrictions on the use of magic weapons during the cultivation stage of transformation into gods are based on the strength of the spiritual consciousness. The stronger the spiritual consciousness, the stronger the grade that can be used. That's why those monks will work hard to improve their spiritual consciousness."

"And monks who can contract with innate and acquired magic weapons must reach the level of Virtual God."

Ye Wentian stopped talking at this point.

Feng Qingran reacted suddenly, "So master wants to tell me that the reason why I can contract with the innate spiritual treasure by building the foundation is because I have the five elements spiritual root?"

Ye Wentian rubbed Feng Qingran's furry head, his eyes flashed with joy, "My little apprentice is so smart, keep guessing."

Feng Qingran took a few steps back and tried to save her hairstyle. "Master, what do you mean by other means is that the scabbard in my hand is about the same level as the sword in the sword tomb?"

"Yes, the scabbard is indeed of a high level, but it's a pity that only the scabbard can't command the sword that has given birth to the sword spirit."

When Ye Wentian said this, he paused slightly and continued: "However, it can enter the sword tomb, which means that the sword body is also in the sword tomb."

"Master, are you telling the truth?" Feng Qingran's face was as crystal clear as jade, with joy hidden in her brows.

Ye Wentian nodded, "I will take you to find this sword blade, but I promise Master that this sword will not be born until the strength is not strong enough!"

"Of course, we like to pretend to be pigs and eat tigers." Feng Qingran's beautiful eyes looked as beautiful as glass.

Ye Wentian looked serious, "You and the scabbard have made a contract. You try to communicate with it using your spiritual consciousness and let it lead the way."

Feng Qingran held the scabbard in his hand, and his spiritual consciousness covered the scabbard.

After a long time, Feng Qingran found that the scabbard was unresponsive and shook her head at Ye Wentian.

Ye Wentian took the scabbard from Feng Qingran's hand, with a deep look in his eyes, "Just give it a good beating."

Ye Wentian looked at the pile of swords on the right, raised his hand and smashed the scabbard against the pile of swords, and then shouted: "Apprentice, hold your head and squat down!"

Scabbard: You talk about martial ethics!

Feng Qingran:? ? ?

Master, can you be more reliable?

However, Feng Qingran had no time to speak at all.

Swords of light flew all around, and sharp sword blades struck.

Feng Qingran could only choose to do it!

Ye Wentian was lying on the ground leisurely, watching the flying sword hit the scabbard.

Logically speaking, the sword is usually drawn first and then taken out of the scabbard.

The young apprentice got the scabbard first, and he could only find the sword body in this way.

For about a quarter of an hour, the surroundings became quiet, the scabbard lay quietly on the ground, and the other swords were inserted back into their original positions.

Feng Qingran stood up and picked up the scabbard. A feeling of extreme grievance spread from the scabbard to the bottom of her heart.

The scabbard even trembled, as if it was accusing something.

"What's wrong, little apprentice? Did it say anything?" Ye Wentian asked curiously.

"No, it's very aggrieved." Feng Qingran said helplessly.

"Don't tell me, fine, just do it a few more times." Ye Wentian was eager to give it a try.