Douluo: The junior sister of Jian Zong is a saint in Wuhun Hall

"Girl, don't cry, because every drop of your tears is precious." Ye Ling'an comforted her emotions softly.

After hearing her words, Wang Li also came to comfort Xiao Wu.

Even if they are not sisters, they can be lifelong friends.

"Nice to have you."

Xiao Wu wiped away her tears and said, "If one day many people want to kill me, will you help me?"

Friends and relatives are different.

She just asked casually, but she didn't know what to say.

Ye Ling'an said directly without thinking, "Yes."

"You are my friend and I will help you."

Sword cultivators are sincere people. They believe in their own judgment and have sincere feelings. Ye Ling'an is no exception. She possesses all the qualities of a sword cultivator.

She has the righteousness of the world, and she also has the loyalty to go out of her way to save her friends.

Wang Li nodded and said, "Yes, we are friends, so we will naturally help you."

It's normal for friends to help each other.

Ye Ling'an let go of Wang Li's hand, stood in front of them, looked up at the bright moon, "A gentleman's words are hard to follow."

"Xiao Wu, we are friends. If you are in trouble in the future, I will draw my sword to help you."

A blue sword gradually took shape in her hand. As soon as it appeared, the surroundings changed. The flowers withered in an instant, the grass and trees withered, and even the moon hanging high in the sky was dyed with color and turned red.

Blue soul power lingered around her.

This terrible phenomenon surprised them all.

This was the first time they saw Ye Ling'an's martial spirit.

Ye Ling'an did not display her martial spirit during the year at Notting College. It only meant that her martial spirit was a sword, and everyone was very curious. Now that they saw this sword with their own eyes, their curiosity disappeared in an instant, and the chill in their hearts could not be concealed.

Just by intuition, I knew this was a very powerful sword.

The intimidation brought by this martial spirit silenced them.

Ye Ling'an held the sword tightly and said slowly: "This is my Wuhun Hanying Sword."

The hall was filled with flowers and three thousand guests were drunk, and fourteen states were frosty with one sword. The name of Hanying Sword is taken from this poem.

As its name suggests, the power of this sword is frost.

"Boss, your martial spirit is so beautiful." Xiao Wu endured the discomfort, "It is the most beautiful martial spirit I have ever seen."

This sword was the most lethal martial spirit she had ever seen. No wonder the world of soul masters respects weapon souls.

The appearance alone can make the enemy tremble. This is the terrifying thing about the weapon soul.

"An An, this sword..." Wang Li's eyes became obsessed. She walked up to Ye Ling'an and even wanted to reach out and touch the sword.

This sword is much more beautiful than her Butterfly Spirit.

"Don't touch it."

Ye Ling'an explained: "It has cold poison on its body. If others touch it, it will be frozen by it."

Swords are inherently arrogant, especially swordsmanship.

In the eyes of the sword cultivator, the sword is more important than his own life.

After hearing these words, Wang Li stopped and her eyes sobered up, "Is your sword still seductive?"

Otherwise, why did Wang Li uncontrollably want to touch the sword when she saw it for the first time?

"maybe."

She spoke slowly, picking up the sword spike with her right hand and replacing it with a new one. She changes this sword spike every other month.

The sword spike she made with great care was just to please Han Yingjian.

This sword followed her to another world. Although it had not yet developed spiritual intelligence, in Ye Ling'an's heart it was no different from her family.

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