Brother is always slapping his face

Strange to say, that famous sword that shocked the world and weeping ghosts and gods seemed to wake up from a thousand-year sleep, buzzing non-stop. With a sound, the unparalleled famous sword was taken out from the sword mound.

Qi Lu's eyes widened in astonishment, and everyone was dumbfounded.

Jia Jingyu also found it unbelievable, slowly supported the sword with both hands, and looked closely at it.

It's too late, but it's fast.The countless precious swords inserted obliquely in the sword mound began to tremble one after another, and let out bursts of sword cries of broken jade and broken gold.

Everyone was in an uproar, holding their swords and retreating, waiting in full force.

Master Zhao Hui, who was guarding the gate, soon noticed something strange, waved his long sword, and said anxiously: "Disciples from all families quickly go to your master and come to support them. Those with acceptable martial arts will enter the Taixu Sword Tomb together with this master. .”

"Yes." The male and female disciples are strong and persistent, united as one.

All of a sudden, those who moved the rescuers were at a loss, and Kong Cao and Xu Meimei also walked into the gate with their swords and followed Master Zhao Hui. They didn't know what happened to Taixu Sword Tomb. Nan took advantage of the confusion and went in with doubts.

When Zhao Hui rushed to the sword mound with his disciples, he found that Lin Langfeng's disciple Jia Jingyu was holding the Qiushuang sword that had been sleeping for thousands of years and refused to recognize its master.

I saw him holding the Qiushuang Sword above his head like the moonlight, resisting the lightning and thunder alone, and the surrounding swords continued to sing, and the situation was critical.

"Jia Jingyu took out the Autumn Frost Sword, and many sword spirits are about to break through the ground and line up troops." Zhao Hui said calmly and loudly.

"Yes!" All the disciples spoke in unison and worked together.

The Autumn Shuang Sword is equivalent to the "Dinghai Shenzhen Needle" of the Sword Tomb. Once touched, the sword spirit buried deep in the ground will break out of the ground and lose control.

The star-studded formation has been arranged, and countless white phantoms escape from the sword mound. They draw their swords and face each other, and they will attack anyone they see.

Mo Zhannan had no blade, so he had no choice but to use the demonic spiritual power hidden in his body. He saw a phantom sword spirit flying in the air, raising his sword to stab.

At this critical moment, Jia Jingyu's movement was extremely fast, and he moved to the back of the phantom sword spirit, and made a move in time. Qiushuang's sword was like a rainbow, smashing the sword spirit to pieces.

The wind was blowing under Jia Jingyu's feet, he held his sword and covered Mo Zhannan with his tall body, and asked with a frown, "Why are you here?"

"I..." Mo Zhannan hesitated to speak, when suddenly two sword spirits soared into the sky, whistling with their swords, Mo Zhannan sternly said: "Be careful in front!"

Jia Jingyu achieved it overnight, the sword spirit was flying horizontally and vertically, and the two sword spirits disappeared in smoke.

Soon, apart from being quite capable in management, Xue Wenlin, the master who worked in Wanfu Pavilion, and Rong Weichuan, the master who had been practicing in seclusion for a long time, did not come to the scene in person. The other six masters with extraordinary skills and superb swordsmanship came one after another .

In addition, a large group of male and female disciples also joined the battle. In the end, they tried their best to suppress the overwhelming number of sword spirits.

The sword spirit calmed down, and the sword returned to its place.

Several masters surrounded Jia Jingyu, all with unbelievable expressions. Under the eyes of everyone, Jia Jingyu's expression became uncomfortable. He exchanged glances with Mo Zhannan. He also looked blank and shook his head lightly. What do you want to do.

"Hey, if the masters feel... that I'm not worthy of using this sword, I'll just put this 'Autumn Frost Sword' back." Jia Jingyu laughed awkwardly.

"You silly boy." Zhao Hui patted Jia Jingyu on the shoulder to cheer him up, and he couldn't help but said with a smile: "You took out this Qiushuang sword, and you are its master. "

Masters from other peaks gave speeches one after another.

Master Gao Zhuo: "I didn't expect, I really didn't expect that Xue Wenlin was transferred to Wanfu Pavilion this year, and he didn't usually care about you. You even took out the Autumn Shuang Sword from Taixu Sword Tomb. ah."

Master Feng Zijun: "That's right, that's right, this kid Jingyu is a good seed, so don't delay. Otherwise, Jingyu will move to our Qianmo Peak tomorrow, and I will personally teach you and let you practice the peerless martial arts of human and sword."

Qi Lu looked at the scene where the masters fought for Jia Jingyu, his eyes were cold, and a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Ah?" As soon as these words came out, Jia Jingyu was completely confused.I got lucky and pulled out the Autumn Frost Sword, and now I have become a favorite, but I don't want to betray Master.

Passed it to Mo Zhannan with aggrieved small eyes, he immediately understood, and saluted all the masters: "Thanks to all the masters for their love for the brothers, this matter is no small matter, I think it is better for someone to send a message to our master, wait He'll come back and make a decision."

This Lin Langfeng's new student - Mo Zhannan is young, and his words are reasonable, plus he and his senior brother - Jia Jingyu are very close, no matter how "loving and eager", he can't do it in the absence of his master. Next, blatantly robbing people is not authentic.

I had no choice but to let it go, clean up the mess, and lead the male and female disciples back to each peak.

"Not bad, you know how to help me out." Jia Jingyu was deeply comforted.

"Heh, I didn't learn from you. In emergencies, stay calm in the face of danger," Mo Zhannan pointed out.

Jia Jingyu understood, and understood that what Mo Zhannan was talking about was the last time he was questioned by two guard disciples at Haoran Residence in Jiuding Peak, and he appeared in time to help him out.

That day, I didn't see his figure, so I asked others about his whereabouts along the way, just worried that he would run around and go to places he shouldn't go, and I still have lingering fears when I think about it.

Thinking of this level, Jia Jingyu pretended to be surprised, raised his eyebrows lightly: "I didn't expect that I have such a big influence on you, huh?"

Dead nature is hard to change, flirting all the time, Mo Zhannan kept his eyes down, did not look at him, bit his lip and remained silent.

"Hahaha..." Jia Jingyu was in a good mood and let out a hearty and cheerful laugh.

After that, Mo Zhannan took Jia Jingyu's iron sword and used it for practicing swordsmanship on weekdays.

In the afternoon, Jia Jingyu received the scabbard that matched the Qiushuang sword from the Yangxin Pavilion, and also received two access tokens made by Wujin.

Take out a Wujin Token and hand it to Mo Zhannan, and say to him: "Here, this is your access token. Originally, I have a Wujin Token, and I carved a word 'Yu' with a knife. Well, you don’t need to pay extra to buy it, the tuition fee is included, but I don’t know where it went, and I can’t find it no matter how hard I look for it, it cost me two silver coins to get one more, and you can get it Well, don't lose it."

"Okay. Thank you, Senior Brother." Mo Zhannan took it over, and naturally remembered the day when he "resurrected the dead" and brought him back to life. It was the first time they met, and they hurriedly said goodbye.

His first Wujin Token was still in his Qiankun bag, but it was not engraved with the word 'Yu', he forgot it if he didn't mention it.Now that he has received a new one, I will temporarily keep the old token.

Holding the black gold token engraved with water patterns in his hand, it was shiny and clean, and Jia Jingyu said like a treasure: "The access tokens of our Taihe sect are made of high-quality black gold, with water patterns engraved on it, which means-"The best kindness is like water, and the virtues are carried thing', see?"

He flashed the Wujin Token in his hand, and Mo Zhannan looked at it and nodded lightly. In his mind, the banners of the four great immortal sects were flying in the wind, the blazing fire, the broken walls and ruins, howling everywhere, swords and swords .

Scenes flooded my heart, making people have nowhere to escape...

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