You Practice Immortality, I Farm

Chapter 422 Scabbard’s Road to the Harem

"how so?"

A trace of astonishment flashed in the eyes of the sinister young man.

This was not his first time entering the sword pool, but it was unheard of for him to take the initiative to embrace such a sword, let alone witness it with his own eyes.

Even if it is Jian Wuxia, a true disciple with an innate sword body, the swords in the sword pool will only behave obediently and tamely in front of her, and will not be brought to her on their own initiative.

“Is it really true that the sword chooses the master?”

 He looked puzzled and said secretly in his heart.

As a swordsman genius of the Tianjian Sect, he came to the sword pool, wielded his sword, and said harsh words, but he was suddenly intercepted by a spiritual planter!

This made him, who had always been proud, unable to accept it.

“Since this sword has fallen into the hands of Junior Brother Lu, I can only give up and say goodbye.”

The Yin Prey young man snorted coldly, turned his head and entered the subtle sword energy that filled the sky, and disappeared in a few moments.

There was no other way. If the sword was still ownerless at the beginning, he could still use his superb skills to defeat Lu Xuan and win the sword.

But after the sword falls into Lu Xuan's hands, its nature will be different if we fight for it again.

 From normal competitive behavior to robbery.

In the sword pool controlled by Master Jiedan, if you take the initiative to **** the treasures from your fellow disciples, the possibility of hiding it is extremely small, and you will probably be severely punished afterwards.

“I didn’t expect you, little guy, to have very good eyesight.”

Lu Xuan couldn't help but sigh as he pulled out the third Xingyun Sword from the sheath of Yangxuan Sword.

The Nebula Sword is full of spirituality and ranks among the best among the fourth-grade flying swords. After sensing the magic of the scabbard and the breath of the same source inside, it did not go head-to-head with the Yin Vulture youth, but took the initiative to defect to the simple scabbard. .

“On the other hand, although my fellow disciple seems to have average character, he still manages to abide by the rules in the sword pool. Otherwise, if he wants to win this Nebula Sword, he will need to consume several fourth-grade sword talismans.”

Lu Xuan murmured to himself, let the scabbard sense it, and headed in the direction it pointed.

 Nearly an hour passed before the fourth Nebula Sword was found.

 Four flying swords with flowing nebula are inserted into the simple scabbards, making the scabbards feel painful and happy.

 As the number of Nebula Swords increases, the difficulty of finding them also increases.

The time he stayed in the sword pool was only half a day. During the process of searching for the sword, Lu Xuan's spiritual consciousness was greatly weakened, and he could not speed up too much. After all, there were subtle sword aura everywhere, and the sword aura all over the sky was moving at high speed. If Lu Xuan speeded up too much, If so, I'm afraid Jian Guo wouldn't even be able to react.

Coupled with the vast area of ​​the sword pool and its depth, Lu Xuan was quite satisfied with the fact that he could find four Nebula Swords.

 The time for treasure hunting is always short, and half a day goes by in the blink of an eye.

“Okay, the time is coming, let’s meet here.”

Only a low voice was heard, and countless sword energies were surging in the sword pool. In the center, a huge sword energy rose into the sky like a beam of light. From any corner of the sword pool, you could see the huge beam of sword energy rising into the sky.

The subtle sword energy in the entire sword pool was intimidated by the huge sword energy light beam, and its swimming speed slowed down a lot, and the threat to the monks in the sword pool also weakened.

When Lu Xuan and the other ten people saw this, they all used their own methods and rushed to the direction of the light pillar at full speed.

When Lu Xuan came to the light pillar, he looked around carefully and did not see the real person Jiedan who was staying in the sword pool.

 Six fellow disciples have been waiting under the pillar of light for a long time, with different expressions, including satisfaction, regret, and regret.

Lu Xuan saw Jian Wuxia standing quietly and moved closer to her.

"Senior Sister Wuxia, I have something unclear and I would like to ask Senior Sister for advice." Lu Xuan whispered quietly.

“Junior Brother Lu, please speak. I will tell you everything I know.”

The moment Jian Wuxia opened his eyes, they were like the edge of a sword, extremely sharp. When he saw Lu Xuan, his upper eyelids drooped, and his expression gradually softened.

“That’s right, I know the rules for entering the sword hall. Each sword hall disciple can only master two swords at most.”

"But I have a doubt. If there is a sword that is composed of several flying swords, and if part of it is found, is it counted as one flying sword, or multiple flying swords?"

Lu Xuan briefly introduced the situation he faced, but did not reveal the specific information about the Nebula Sword Formation.

“Junior brother, you found a sword that can be used to practice sword formation? That’s pretty good luck.”

 There was a hint of surprise in Jian Wuxia's clear words.

“Junior Brother Lu’s situation is rare in Jianchi, but it still happens.”

“There are many swords in the sword pool, such as mother-and-son swords, yin-yang complementary swords, and the sword formation mentioned by my junior disciple.”

“They can only be considered a complete sword when they are all ready. Therefore, finding some of them, even a few flying swords, will count as a quota.”

Jian Wuxia transmitted the message.

“Then I’ll be relieved. Thank you, Senior Sister Wuxia, for clearing up the confusion.”

Lu Xuan let out a long breath. If he violated the rules and was caught on the spot by Master Danjie, the scene would not be pretty.

After the ten people gathered together, the light pillar instantly enveloped the ten people. In chaos, the ten people appeared in the familiar sword hall hall.

Lu Xuan brought five flying swords to the outside of the sword hall and took the fat bird Feng Falcon from the hand of a sword hall disciple.

Sitting cross-legged on the broad light green wings of the wind falcon, feeling the howling wind, he felt extremely happy.

 Back in the cave, he took out five fourth-grade flying swords from his storage bag and inserted the four Nebula Swords into the sheaths of Yangxuan Swords.

“The first thing that entered the scabbard was the Xunlei sword light without a specific form, and then the third-grade purple electric sword, the fourth-grade wind and thunder sword, and the mysterious emerald green sword.”

 “Then the current fourth-grade Thunder Sound Sword, and the fourth-grade Nebula Sword.”

“Scabbard initially took the route of no flying swords and was unwilling to have anything to do with any flying swords.”

“Slowly, change to the solo flying sword route, insert a certain flying sword for a certain period of time, and slowly warm up the sword body.”

“Then, I kept changing my flying swords, and until now, I have a lot of spare flying swords at the same time, so I can change whichever flying sword I want.”

“Unknowingly, the once simple scabbard has started its journey to the harem.”

Lu Xuan looked at the stuffed ancient scabbard and was filled with emotion.

Ignoring the scabbard and its harem sword, Lu Xuan took the Thunder Sound Sword to a remote corner of the mountain.

Through the pink miasma that made people confused, Lu Xuan came to a strange-shaped bamboo.

The main trunk of the bamboo is like crystal jade. At the junction with the spiritual soil, a large number of well-developed rhizomes protrude from the soil, densely packed together, and each rhizome has a series of tiny cracks.

As soon as Lu Xuan appeared, many cracks opened one after another, and countless noisy and strange sounds rushed into his ears, making him feel dizzy.

Just when Lu Xuan was about to cast a purifying spell to calm down, a gray vine quickly crawled out from the pink miasma. Countless slender roots were like gray tentacles, blocking all the many cracks in the bamboo roots without missing a single one.

 (End of this chapter)