Spirit Sword Sovereign

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387 Two Rejections

The crowd listened to it several times, and it was already numb.

But this time, they had a huge wave in their hearts, because the person who spoke was the master of the magnificent Wanjian Pavilion. He also wanted to take Chu Xingyun as a disciple.

The sword masters' eyes fixed, all sighed in their hearts.

Their cultivation practices are very high, and they all enter the realm of yin and yang. In the eyes of ordinary people, they are as high as gods. Even the emperors and kings of the dynasty have to worship and refrain from speaking loudly.

However, compared with Brahman, they seem small.

Brahma no rob, is the master of Wanjian Pavilion, cultivated to have reached the three robbed Nirvana realm, he is the true ruler of this vast clan, even in the entire northern wasteland, has a decisive position.

Now, he has said that he will accept Chu Xingyun as a disciple, no one dares to fight, and no one can fight!

"The closed disciples of the patriarch not only can get countless cultivation resources, their status, but also not under the sword master. In the future, they can even inherit the position of the pavilion master and take control of the entire Wanjian Pavilion."

"This kind of condition is too tempting, which is tantamount to gaining the right. If I can have such an opportunity, even if I lose my life for decades, I am willing."

A voice of envy came out, and the crowd's eyes gathered on Chu Xingyun. There was no jealousy, all with a flattering look, afraid of causing Chu Xingyun's disgust.

Chu Xingyun raised his head, staring at the gentle brahma, and shook his head: "Thank you for the love of the patriarch and the sword masters. I don't want to visit the teacher for the time being."

As soon as this was said, everyone was stunned and thought that they had auditory hallucinations. No one expected that Chu Xingyun would answer this way and directly rejected everyone, including Fan Wujie!

"Why?" Fan Wujie's face is still gentle, and his voice is even the slightest wave.

"In my opinion, kendo should be self-polishing and self-cultivating. If you visit the teacher, you will inevitably be slack. I just condensed the sword and still need to polish the foundation. "Chu Xingyun's voice is very clear, neither humble nor humorous, and it is clearly heard in everyone's ears."

The crowd was also surprised. After hearing this, many people frowned, thinking that Chu Xingyun was too crazy, and directly refused Brahma and insisted on self-cultivation.

Does he think his swordsmanship is better than Brahma?

Suddenly, a lot of contemptuous eyes fell, and those faces also showed a look of disgust, and there was no pleasing face just now.

The sword masters looked at each other, obviously, they did not expect Chu Xingyun to answer this way.

Fan Wujie looked at Chu Xingyun and suddenly burst out laughing, saying: "Since you have such determination, that's good, I don't have to do too much."

He stretched out his hand, a white mang flew out, and fell in front of Chu Xingyun.

This white awn is a golden ancient sword. The sword body is like a wash, exuding a sharp air. Even if it is suspended in this way, it can tear the air, and the awn is extremely amazing.

"This sword is named Poxuan. It ranks as the three-grained king weapon. The main edge is sharp. It is the most suitable for your Aurora sword. I will give you this sword today. I hope you can earnestly dive and become the pillar of my Wanjian Pavilion. "

With that, Po Xuanjian whispered and hovered over Chu Xingyun's head, seeming to recognize him as the master.

"After being rejected, not only did he not get angry, but also gave the sword weapon actively, the attitude of the pavilion master was really amazing, no wonder he could control the entire Wanjian Pavilion." The crowd looked at the broken Xuanjian, and expressed their admiration heartily. sound.

However, this sentence has not yet come down, but Chu Xingyun stretched out his hand and sent the broken Xuanjian back to Fan Wujie, saying, "Luo Yun took the lead with the courtier's good intentions, and failed to fully control the aurora. Before Jianyi, I would not accept any help. "

"presumptuous!"

Chang Chixiao immediately screamed and shouted, "Well, you Luoyun, actually rejected the courtier's kindness three times or five times. In your eyes, is there a pavilion master, or is there a Wanjian Pavilion!"

"The swordsmanship of the Patriarch, no one can match it, just the fur is enough for you to use for a lifetime, but you have to say a lot of things. Do you think your swordsmanship is better than the Patriarch?" Chang Mingyang also stood up. Directly buckle up a high hat, want to convict Chu Xingyun, trap him in a place of injustice.

Chu Xingyun's expression remained unchanged, and the voice said indifferently: "Kendo, I was lonely, my every move was all at will, not to mention, what do I do, what round do you get to criticize!"

"You ..." Chang Chixiao was suddenly anxious, just about to drink, but was stopped by Fan Wujie. He looked at Chu Xingyun deeply, and finally focused on his head: "I am very pleased to have such courage."

In between words, he pointed a finger, withdrew Po Xuanjian, and continued: "From scratch, it is not a good thing, not to mention, you are right, Kendo, already lonely, hope that in the near future, you can Go beyond me and step into a higher realm. "

After saying this, Fan Wujie nodded to Chu Xingyun, his figure was illusory, integrated into the world, and eventually disappeared.

After Fan Wuwu left, the whole space was silent for a moment before it eased down.

A famous sword master, all looked at Chu Xingyun with strange eyes, and then, several people sighed and swept their bodies, and left the place.

However, some people stayed and stood at the height of Gufeng, not knowing what they were thinking about.

Yun Changqing paused, looking at the dull crowd, and shouted at the right time: "The top ten seats have all left the sword wash pool. Next, I will take you to wash the martial spirit and condense your own sword intention. "

咻咻 咻!

Several disciples of Wanjian Pavilion appeared, fell into the crowd, and immediately began to maintain order. Those dull crowds also gradually recovered, and looked at the sword wash pool one after another, no longer thinking about the things just now.

Seeing that the atmosphere was completely restored, Chu Xingyun slightly relieved. At this time, Xia Qingcheng walked in front of him and took a few glances, frowning and said: "Rejected the Patriarch twice. , I really do n’t understand what you ’re thinking, I missed such an opportunity! "

As he was talking, Xia Qingcheng shook his head, with a hint of hate that iron could not be made into steel.

"Missed the chance? Maybe it is!" Chu Xingyun turned his head and looked away from where Fan Wujie left, suddenly glancing at a glimmer of cold light in his dark eyes.

...

Wanjian Pavilion, the deepest part of the mountains.

Here, a loft stands, with a sword-shaped floor, which seems to be going straight to the sky.

Boom!

Light and shadow flickered, and the slender figure of Brahma was gradually revealed, and finally became completely solid.

At this moment, his face was gone without the mild color just now, his eyes were sinking, his eyes were cold as an abyss, and people would feel trembling and terrified at first glance.

"The fledgling boy not only refused me twice, but also dared to talk about the way of cultivation in front of me. It was really annoying me!"

Fan Wujie made roaring sounds, and the sound waves made the whole attic begin to tremble. The mountain peak uttered a sound of sound, as if it would collapse at any time.

In front of him, the broken Xuanjian appeared.

It's just that the sword of Po Xuanjian didn't emit a sharp breath, but gradually became dark and fuzzy. Eventually, a gray streamer flew from the sword and didn't enter the body of Brahma.

"I wanted to use the Xuanjian sword to monitor the boy all the time, but I didn't expect that he was so stupid that he didn't even want to accept the royal weapon at his fingertips, but this is also good ..."

Fan Wujie no longer shouted in anger. The whole person calmed down and said sharply: "You want to hone, I will let you hone in Wanjian Pavilion. With your dull temperament, you will definitely Will be frustrated. "

"At that time, without me coming out, you will kneel in front of me, crying and begging me to accept you as a disciple!"

As the voice spit out, Fan Wujie's eyes became colder.

A nightmare-like weird laughter slowly spread from here to wherever he passed, all the creatures seemed to be out of spirits, the whole body, trembling!