Crossing the sword spirit of the world of comprehension

The door of Hanjing Palace opened again, and the people inside came out slowly, with neither sad nor happy expressions, just as plain as the beginning, everyone looked at his face for a while, and then all looked at the torch he was holding in his hand. The sword, at first glance, everyone was a little surprised - this thing is tattered and rusted, and I can't feel any spiritual power on my body. So many treasures responded just now, why did Yuezheng choose this broken sword? sword out?

Then he thought, with Yuezheng's eyesight and arrogant temperament, how could he choose a useless sword as his natal weapon?Presumably that sword must have a great mystery.

The more he thought about it, the more he thought about it, Chi Riyan took a step forward and said, "Yuezheng, quickly let me take a look."

Yue Zheng handed Wang Xiaojian to him, Chi Riyan looked left and right to see nothing, and after pondering for a moment, asked: "Yue Zheng, what is the origin of this sword?"

After ordinary people combine with their natal weapons, they will know the information carried by the treasure.

"It has a sword spirit."

Everyone was in an uproar immediately, there are thousands of swords in the world, but very few of them can transform into sword spirits.

"I almost missed it, but it stopped me."

Everyone was even more shocked. It is not easy to produce sword spirits. Sword spirits that can speak are rare, and swords that transform into conscious sword spirits are basically famous swords in the world. Everyone is fighting for it!Everyone's eyes instantly became hot, and they couldn't help but linger on Wang Xiaojian's body.

Wang Xiaojian was hairy all over, wishing he could just disappear.

"Hahaha! Good! Good! Good!" Chi Riyan blushed, said three good words again and again, and laughed loudly, "As expected of my good apprentice, apart from my Ziyi, you are the second one with a sword Spiritual people, good!"

After a pause, he said again: "Ziyi, come and take a look at this sword."

The purple sword at his waist suddenly made a buzzing sound. Chi Riyan seemed to be listening intently, nodded after a while, and raised his head and said to Yue Zheng: "Zi Yi said that there is indeed a sword spirit in this sword, but I don't know The origin of the sword."

Yuezheng knew that he had communicated with Ziyijian, and when he heard Ziyi's words, he felt relieved.

"This sword is so special, it must be a famous sword, what is its name?" Chi Riyan continued to blushed.

Yue Zheng hesitated for a moment, before he said: "Wang Xiaojian."

"Pfft." Laughter burst out from the crowd immediately, but they quickly restrained themselves and put on a dignified and fairy-like demeanor.

Wang Xiaojian is angry: Is it funny?what's so funny! ?

Chi Riyan also had a stuck blank expression, but quickly recovered from Yue Zheng's unkind eyes, coughed and said: "Well, it's really... a special name... Well, it seems... I haven't heard of it before. ? Did I remember wrongly?"

As he spoke, he frowned and thought hard, as if he was trying to remember where he had heard this name.

The people below also seemed to be thinking hard, but in the end they all looked at each other with puzzled expressions as if they gave up.

"There is no such name." Yue Zheng said.When he heard it for the first time, he recalled all the names of famous swords.Although he never said it verbally, he secretly swore in his heart - he must find the best sword!So I usually read a lot of books and knowledge about swords.

Chi Riyan thought for a while, and suddenly realized: "I know, this must be an ancient sword! I heard that the name of the ancient sword is strange, and it is normal that we don't know the age. This makes sense, if If it’s not an ancient sword, how could it be possible to raise a sword spirit that can speak and communicate?”

Everyone thought for a moment, and they all had expressions of "it really is".

Yuezheng heaved a sigh of relief, he also judged in the same way, but for some reason, there was always a trace of uneasiness in his heart, now seeing the master and the elders saying that, he felt that he was thinking too much, and said: "I don't know."

Wang Xiaojian felt more guilty when he heard that he was praised by others, if they knew that he was not a sword spirit... Forget it, let's take a step forward.

That morning, the news that Yuezheng had obtained a peerless sword spread throughout the Thirteen Peaks of Dongyue, and quickly spread throughout the Twelve Peaks of Xiling.

I heard that Yuezheng got a peerless sword.

I heard that Yuezheng got a peerless sword with a sword spirit.

I heard that Yuezheng got an ancient sword with a sword spirit.

It is said that Yuezheng has been invincible ever since.

I heard that Yuezheng was appointed as the next heir to the suzerain...

Before Yuezheng reached Tianzhu Peak, he was surrounded by countless flying white lights.A large group of brothers and sisters who usually wished to walk around him surrounded him tightly, and they all stared at Wang Xiaojian in his hand without fear of death.

"Senior brother Yue Zheng, can you show everyone the sword in your hand?" Yue Ling, who usually calls himself by his first name and never adds the word "senior brother", said with a smile, his baby face smiling like a flower Same.

Yuezheng looked at him for a while, until he couldn't hold back his smile, shrank into the crowd embarrassingly, and said: "Is the sword just for you to look at casually?"

You can't touch and look at your natal weapons casually, this is the rule of the cultivation world.After all, it is something that is connected with the blood of the ascetic, and it is of great significance.

People with a lively and generous personality may not mind, but that would not be Yuezheng. Yuezheng is notoriously arrogant, with eyes above the top. How could he treat his natal weapon as a commodity for people to watch and scrutinize at will?It's like stripping yourself naked and letting people watch and judge at will.

"Junior brother, your sword doesn't seem to have a scabbard..." Yueqing and Yuezheng have the best relationship, and they came over with their hands behind their backs, smiling, "I'm doing it for you", "I have several swords with a scabbard." Wait a while, how about I give you a hand?"

"No need." Yue Zheng refused without hesitation, this fox never does business at a loss, if he gets his benefits, he will be able to bear it in the future."I'll make him a scabbard myself," he said.

Wang Xiaojian didn't dare to speak out from the beginning to the end, always feeling that... the seriousness of the matter was beyond imagination.

"Let's go." Yue Zheng flicked Wang Xiaojian's body again, and it turned into a white light in the admiration of everyone...

Then almost fell from the sky...? !

=mouth=!

The eyeballs almost fell out of the window, and everyone rubbed their eyes, and then rubbed their eyes again, watching the originally unrestrained and elegant white light revealing their figures, and the usually lonely and arrogant figure was like a clumsy rookie, drawing a picture of drunkenness crookedly in the air. Bazi, quickly, fell headlong...

fell down...

=blood=! ! !

Everyone almost lost the function of speech.

After the unexpected shock, Yuezheng returned to normal. During the fall, he saw the group of white cranes below him clearly, then adjusted his body and gracefully landed on a white crane. In the direction of Tianzhu Peak.

After several flashes of white light, Yuezheng was surrounded by people who pretended to care about the true gossip.

"Junior Brother Yuezheng, what's wrong with you?" It was Yueqing with an unknown smile flickering in his eyes.

"Senior brother Yuezheng, you seemed to have fallen just now?" This is Yueling with flickering eyes.

The eyes of the others were equally bright, crackling like twinkling stars.

Yuezheng was silent for a moment, his expressionless face remained as calm as before, "It's okay."

"Oh...it's fine." Yue Qing smiled gently, "I thought Junior Brother Yue Zheng had drunk."

Yue Zheng's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes had darkened.

Someone pulled the hair on the tiger's buttocks, "Senior Brother Yuezheng, you actually fell off just now, right? Did you fall off? Right? Right?"

With a sound of Peng, Yueling turned into a shooting star and disappeared into the sky.

Everyone raised their hands and looked up, weeping silently——Good job on crossing the mountain, we will remember your feat today!

Suddenly the white crane screamed, and the wind blew up. The people who were gloating and watching immediately staggered and almost fell off their swords. When they stabilized their bodies in a panic, they saw that the figure riding the white crane had disappeared into the sky pillar. peak of the mountain.

"What's the matter with you?" As soon as he reached Tianzhu Peak, Yue Zheng took out Wang Xiaojian.His tone was so heavy that water dripped out, and he stared at the broken sword in his hand extremely unkindly.

Wang Xiaojian wished that he was a speck of dust as small as a nanometer, and could disappear from his eyes. He flinched for a long time, and said tremblingly under his increasingly terrifying eyes: "I...I'm afraid of heights..."

Yue Zheng: "..."

Yue Zheng: "Afraid of heights?"

"Well." Wang Xiaojian quickly explained, "Acrophobia is a fear of heights. Acrophobia is a fear of heights. Many people have this disease. I am a little more serious than others. I am afraid of heights. I was scared to death just now. QAQ”

The handsome face was frozen like ice in an instant, Yuezheng brought Wang Xiaojian as close as possible to his face, and asked with a cold air, "Are you, afraid, tall?"

Wang Xiaojian was so frightened that he trembled, his legs almost went limp—it wasn't his fault that he was afraid of heights, so what's wrong with being afraid of heights? Could it be that others are not allowed to be afraid of heights?

"You are a sword." Yue Zheng took a deep breath, Wang Xiaojian raised his head tremblingly, and found that his eyes had turned blue... Maybe it was an illusion?

"Are you afraid of heights?!"

If anyone is here, their jaws will drop in surprise, because they have never seen Yuezheng in such an excited mood. Usually, whether he is happy or angry, his expression is always calm. Disciples discussed in private and felt that he was A model of cultivating immortals, a role model of cultivation, calm and composed, without sadness or joy.

Of course, more people think that he cut off his feelings because of his practice of unfeeling swordsmanship. Otherwise, why would this person be so cold, so arrogant and so high? can impress him.

But now such a cold-hearted fairy is roaring at a sword.

Wang Xiaojian was so frightened that he couldn't speak. If he had legs, he would have run a hundred and eight thousand miles away by now. He just wanted to stay away from the active volcano that was about to erupt in front of him, just a little further away!However, although he instinctively felt that the person in front of him was powerful and dangerous, he had not been tortured by him like the disciples of the Hanhai Yunzong, so he could still muster up his courage and say tremblingly: "I am the sword, and I am also the sword." Afraid of heights..."

Shouldn't the sword be afraid of heights? Who stipulated it?