Jiang Xinyue looked at Zhao Tianxue and asked, "What are the three sects and five kingdoms that they are talking about?"

Zhao Tianxue wiped her mouth and said, "Every three years, the three one-star sects of the Spirit Sword Sect, the Heavenly Star Palace, and the Divine Moon Sect will unite the five surrounding one-star countries to hold a fighting competition meeting limited to monks under the age of fifteen. And this competition is actually related to the interests of various sects. ”

Jiang Xinyue nodded and asked, "Then you can also participate, right?"

Zhao Tianxue showed a smile, shook her pink and tender fist and said, "Of course! If I meet the people of Tianxing Palace at that time, I must teach them a good lesson." ”

Jiang Xinyue said: "What is the benefit of being at the top?"

Zhao Tianxue glanced at Jiang Xinyue and said curiously: "Why do you want to know so much?

Jiang Xinyue smiled and said, "What's the matter?"

Zhao Tianxue shook her head and said with a smile: "It's not that it can't work, but your cultivation is too high." ”

Jiang Xinyue realized that she had been misunderstood by her, and said with a dry smile: "Also, how can a peerless master like me participate in such a low-level competition." When the time comes, when I make a move, won't people block and kill, and Buddha blocks and kills Buddha, that will be too boring. ”

Zhao Tianxue chuckled and said, "Jiang Xinyue, I really can't think through you." Your cultivation is so high, why do you want to come to the Mixed Yuan Sect to be a disciple?"

Jiang Xinyue said secretly: "This chick really regards me as a strong person in the world, what can I do?" He glanced at Zhao Tianxue and said with a smile: "Your cultivation is still low, so you can't experience the feeling of being cold in a high place." Refining the heart in the red dust is also a kind of tempering. ”

Zhao Tianxue seemed to understand and nodded, but looked at Jiang Xinyue's gaze a little strangely.

More than two hundred years ago, the Devourers of the Western Sea attacked the Three Domains. Nearly half of the territory of the Northern Regions was occupied by demon cultivators, and countless cultivators were killed and wounded. Decades ago, the Three Domains Venerable and the West Sea Demon Venerable fought to alleviate the demonic chaos. Today, the demon cultivator has retreated to the West Sea, but there are still many remnants of the West Sea left in the Three Domains.

Zhao Tianxue sighed and said, "These devourers are doing evil, and people and gods are angry, they are really a group of scourges. ”

Jiang Xinyue had also heard some rumors of devourers, and knew that in the cultivation realm, devourers and cultivators were opposed. Devourers do not practice spiritual power by themselves, but rely on devouring monks and demon beasts to improve their cultivation. He was silent for a long time, wondering if the death of his loved ones could also be related to those devourers.

Seeing that Jiang Xinyue was thinking, Zhao Tianxue didn't bother, and ate by herself.

At a nearby table, another monk was talking.

"I've heard that another Devourer has appeared, supposedly hidden in the Yuling Mountains. ”

"Well, I've heard about it too. It is said that this person's cultivation is profound, and his whereabouts are strange. Dozens of villages in the Yuling Mountain Range were slaughtered by him alone, and this matter attracted the attention of the Spirit Sword Sect, and the elders had already been sent to the Yuling Mountain Range to find that person. ”

Jiang Xinyue listened to the words of those people, and her breathing became heavier. He was saddened from his heart, thinking of the tragic situation when his father died, and his hands burst out with green tendons, and he clenched his fists fiercely.

Zhao Tianxue saw his strange appearance, stretched out her finger and gently touched Jiang Xinyue's palm, and asked, "Jiang Xinyue, what's wrong with you?"

Jiang Xinyue's eyes were gloomy, and she said in a low tone: "It's okay, let's go to the Spirit Sword Sect." ”

On the way, Zhao Tianxue introduced: "The Mixed Yuan Sect has only recruited disciples for a certain period of time, and now it seems that the day of accepting disciples has passed. But you don't have to worry too much, with your cultivation, the Mixed Yuan Sect should be able to collect it exceptionally. ”

Jiang Xinyue nodded and asked, "What are the rules for the Mixed Yuan Sect to recruit disciples?"

Zhao Tianxue didn't think about it, and said directly: "Ordinary one-star root bones can only be used as miscellaneous disciples, if it is a multi-attribute one-star root bone or a special fire spirit root bone, you can be an outer disciple." The Fire Spirit Root Cultivator can't say that he can become an alchemist, so he also attaches great importance to it in the Mixed Yuan Sect. ”

"You can enter the inner door above the two-star root bone, and as for the three-star root bone, you can become a personal disciple. Four-star disciple, the Mixed Yuan Sect has not appeared for many years. ”

Jiang Xinyue sighed, and said in her heart: "It turns out that Fang Ruyi's talent is so terrifying, I sat in the well and watched the sky before, thinking that I was not bad compared to him." ”

The two came to a mountain gate, and Zhao Tianxue said: "It's already here, Jiang Xinyue, you wait here for a while, I'll go to the side hall to register and come over." ”

Jiang Xinyue nodded and watched her leave. He glanced at the palace of the Mixed Yuan Sect, and couldn't help but think: "The immortal path is ethereal, and the road of cultivation is long. Daddy, Xinyue will definitely find out who you were victimized by!"

Jiang Xinyue was thinking about it, when suddenly Uncle Gu's voice appeared in the spiritual sea. There was a suspicion in his heart, Uncle Gu said every time that he would sleep for a long time, but he didn't seem to be asleep at all.

"Xinyue, two kilometers to your left, go quickly!"

"Uncle Gu, where are you going?" Jiang Xinyue asked as she walked.

There was a hint of excitement in Uncle Gu's voice, and he said, "You're going to be lucky, there's a sword there, go quickly." ”

"Sword?"

Jiang Xinyue walked in the direction that Uncle Gu said, walked for a thousand meters, and saw a bamboo forest.

Uncle Gu's voice sounded again: "It's a spirit sword, but it's also suitable for you to use now." ”

Jiang Xinyue asked, "Uncle Gu, what are you talking about the spirit sword?"

Uncle Gu said lightly: "The spirit sword is the name of the magic weapon immortal weapon, but all magic weapon immortal weapons have grades. The so-called Lingbao is a general term for a class of magic weapons, generally speaking, the magic weapons cast by the Huangpin caster can be called Lingbao, most of which are used by monks in the foundation building period and the feathering period. ”

Jiang Xinyue said: "Oh, then what grade is this Qingfeng Sword in my hand?"

Uncle Gu seemed a little disdainful, and smiled: "It's barely a spiritual weapon." ”

Jiang Xinyue listened to Uncle Gu's explanation and had a general understanding of the division of magic weapon grades. The so-called spiritual treasure is extremely powerful, and with a trace of spirituality, it can only be cast by a yellow caster. And the spiritual weapon is a very ordinary magic weapon, and the magic weapon used in the hands of most of the Qi refining period cultivators is a spiritual weapon. Spiritual artifacts are inexpensive, do not need to be nourished with souls, and can be cast by ordinary casters.

Jiang Xinyue walked in the bamboo forest for a while, and suddenly heard the wind moving.

Uncle Gu's voice appeared in his mind, and he said, "This sword is about to be psychic, and you have no way to deal with it yet." I'll pass you a mantra, and when you draw the spirit sword out, you can recite it and subdue it. ”

Jiang Xinyue was a little unconvinced, and said, "Uncle Gu, is it reliable?"

Uncle Gu ignored Jiang Xinyue and stopped talking. At this moment, a hundred-character scripture appeared in Jiang Xinyue's mind.

Jiang Xinyue took a deep breath and said in his heart: "Isn't it just a sword? What's so great, see how I subdue it." ”

"Whoosh......"

A sharp voice in the air startled, and a bamboo beside Jiang Xinyue fell to the ground. I saw a long sword surrounded by blue light as if it was a dragon in the sky, and the sword light fluttered, and several bamboos were cut off in an instant.

Jiang Xinyue was startled, and said in her heart: "Ghost, what kind of sword is this, it is all fast." ”

Uncle Gu sneered, "Boy, are you scared, have you forgotten what I told you?"

Jiang Xinyue listened to Uncle Gu's words and settled down. He held the Qingfeng Sword in his hand, glanced at the position where the Spirit Sword had disappeared just now, stood in place, and shouted, "Come on, the master is not afraid of you." ”

Jiang Xinyue screamed a few times, but there was no reaction in the bamboo forest, and his courage also increased, standing in place and sneering. After screaming for a while, there was still no response, and he thought to himself, "How to lure it out?"

Glancing at the Qingfeng Sword in her hand, Jiang Xinyue smiled and said, "There is." ”

I saw him holding the Qingfeng sword, and slashed at a curved bamboo with a sword. Jiang Xinyue made a move to run the thunder sword and slashed at the bamboo tree. But a sword fell, leaving only a shallow mark on the bamboo. Jiang Xinyue slashed several swords in a row, but she never cut down the bamboo tree. He scolded: "What kind of broken sword? It's better than a woodcutter." ”

Jiang Xinyue threw the Qingfeng Sword on the ground in anger, turned around and left.

Suddenly, a piercing sword sound sounded in the bamboo forest.

Jiang Xinyue showed a smile on her face, and said in her heart: "It's here." ”

It turned out that he was acting on the spot just now, pointing at Sang and scolding Huai, deliberately provoking the spirit sword. Unexpectedly, this method really works.

Jiang Xinyue didn't look behind him, closed her eyes, and the hundred-word mantra appeared in her mind, muttering the mantra in her mouth.

In the bamboo forest, a spirit sword roared in, carrying a sword shadow in the sky towards Jiang Xinyue.

Jiang Xinyue recited the true recipe, as if all laws were inviolable. The light of the spirit sword touched the surroundings of his body, and the aura dissipated, turning into flying ashes. Jiang Xinyue saw that the trick was really useful, and she was overjoyed. He opened his eyes and saw that the flying sword had lost its spirit and fell to the ground, and he hurriedly went over to pick it up. Jiang Xinyue was overjoyed, and hurriedly held the spirit sword and tried its power. He wielded the Thunder Sword, the sword light was like a rainbow, and the power was extraordinary.

The more Jiang Xinyue looked at it, the more she liked it, and smiled happily: "It's really a good sword." ”

That day, the sword of the Star Palace Sword Cultivator, he was originally worried that he would be discovered if he stayed by his side, but now that he has this sword, he can't use the Qingfeng Long Sword. Jiang Xinyue communicated with Uncle Gu in the spiritual sea and wanted to ask him how to use this sword, but found that Uncle Gu seemed to be asleep again and did not reply to him.

Jiang Xinyue continued to admire the spirit sword, touched the scabbard, and the more she looked at it, the more she liked it. He put the Qingfeng Sword in his storage bag and prepared to go to the main hall in front of the mountain. Zhao Tianxue has been gone for so long, maybe he has come back and is waiting for him there.

In the bamboo forest, there was a sudden gust of wind.

Jiang Xinyue was shocked: "There won't be another sword, right?"

He was secretly happy, anyway, there was the mantra that Uncle Gu passed on to him, and he would receive as much as he could.

"Huhuhu......"

Snowflakes are filled, and strong winds are blowing in the bamboo forest.

Before Jiang Xinyue could react, she felt a powerful aura appear. He only saw a tall, gray-haired old man appear in front of him. The old man's fingers made a sword, and as soon as he pointed at Jiang Xinyue's forehead, Jiang Xinyue passed out.

"Didi ......"

I don't know how long it took, Jiang Xinyue slowly came to his senses, and he was lying in a rain shelter. There was snow at the corner of the eaves that melted into water and dripped on his cheeks, Jiang Xinyue wiped the water stains, stood up and looked around.

It was surrounded by a meadow covered with only a thin layer of snow, apparently swept over the snow. Jiang Xinyue's gaze fell on an old man with white hair and long beard in the snow, and that old man was the one who brought him here.