Some of the disciples were happy and some were worried, Qingfeng took the sword to offer treasures everywhere, and the other disciples looked at it with envy and hatred, and the disciples of Wanjian Peak also ran up to pat their ass. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info The little girl named Green Worm hugged her Green Worm Sword tightly, but also stepped forward to congratulate and then stood there alone. She was originally the granddaughter of an elder with more than three hundred immortal swords, but she was not recognized by the fairy sword, and only a mortal iron sword clumsily found her. It does look quite pitiful.

Cabbage pointed at the green worm in the distance and asked Bai Guang: "Senior brother, you said that if I have hundreds of fairy swords that recognize me as the master, I will all have them, and then give one to Senior Sister Green Worm, okay." ”

Bai Guang felt that the cabbage was stupid, looked at the cabbage and said, "Hehe, hundreds of handfuls, you can send two handfuls to the green worm." After saying that, he was silent.

Cabbage felt the approval of the senior brother, and the little hand clenched into a fist: "Okay, senior brother, I will."

Time flies quickly, and it's the turn of the white light soon, compared to the three or two kittens in the Tibetan Sword Peak and other peaks, there are only two disciples After these two disciples receive the sword, everyone should be able to disperse.

The white light stood at the sword selection platform, at the bottom of the canyon, a fairy sword that only saw the hilt of the sword completely submerged in the rock, was pulled out inch by inch from the rock, the fairy sword rose into the air and the sword body was clearly visible, it was a dazzling white light, the white light dispelled the darkness at the bottom of the valley, and the other fairy swords that were illuminated by the light were like being re-polished for a while, shining brightly, and many fairy swords emitted five-colored glory. This sword body is a sword of white light, as if it has just woken up, swaying from the bottom of the cliff to the top of the valley, when climbing to the top of the valley, the sword body made of white light has completely dissipated, and there is no light at all, as if a sword hilt has risen up.

Bai Guang stood for a while, this fairy sword can't wait for the left, can't wait for the right, Bai Guang is ready to return empty-handed, wait for the end of the sword selection ceremony, and then take the cabbage to secretly see if you can go to the bottom of the cliff to steal a few swords.

The hilt of the sword swayed as if it had flown to the top of the valley and used up its strength, and it fell to Bai Guang's feet with a bang. Bai Guang picked it up, put it in his pocket, and got off the sword selection platform.

"The white light of the Tibetan Sword Peak has a sword hilt." The announcement of the Qingshi Daoist drew laughter among the disciples.

Cabbage looked at his senior brother with a pitiful gaze and patted Bai Guang's hand: "I have one hundred fairy swords, two green worms, and the rest of us are fifty." "Don't worry about the arithmetic of the cabbage here.

Bai Guang was not depressed because he got a sword hilt, but he thought of the poor Qinglong teacher of the cabbage, and smiled happily when he looked at the cabbage.

"The next Tibetan Sword Peak disciple cabbage." The Qingshi Daoist shouted the names of hundreds of disciples in a day, and when he called the name of the cabbage, he was already weak, but as the last one, he also tried to shout as loudly as possible.

The cabbage wind rushed to the sword selection platform and stood at the sword selection platform.

The disciples who had already obtained their immortal swords also stood for a whole day, and finally waited until the last one and smiled easily.

Five minutes passed, and the canyon was unresponsive, and the cabbage frowned with her big black and white eyes.

Ten minutes passed, and there was still no fairy sword crawling out of the canyon. The bluestone real person probe looked at the canyon, and there was still no abnormality at the bottom of the valley.

Maybe there is no fairy sword suitable for cabbage, Qingshi Zhenren said to the cabbage: "Cabbage, the selection of the sword cliff is not only the selection of the sword, but also the selection of the sword, you can't force it, it seems that there is no fairy sword to recognize the master, and this ceremony should be over." ”

Cabbage didn't believe that everyone else had swords, but she didn't: "Mine may have a lot of swords coming over, so it's a little slow, and wait." Cabbage insisted on waiting.

Half an hour passed, it was almost dark, and the cabbage was tired from standing, sitting on the sword selection table.

The disciples were talking about it below, and it seemed that they were all impatiently waiting. Qingfeng led a group of people to coax: "Come down, it's dark to eat and sleep." ”

The cabbage angrily picked up the surrounding stones and threw them at the coaxing crowd, Qingshi Zhenren had the intention to let the cabbage come down, but he wanted to calm down the coaxing crowd, and stepped forward and dragged Qingfeng's ears to the side. Qingfeng was caught standing aside, and the frolicking crowd also quieted down. Cabbage grabbed a handful of pebbles, aimed at Qingfeng and threw it. Qingfeng was thrown a pebble in the face. The cabbage grabbed a big stone and threw it again, and Qingfeng's sword "Qiang" flashed in front of Qingfeng's body, spinning and drawing a circle at high speed, and the stone was broken into small stones by the high-speed rotating Xuanjian sword. Looking at other people's fairy swords, the cabbage's eyes were red.

The Taoist priest next to Qingshi Zhenren couldn't stand it anymore, and attached it to Qingshi Zhenren's ear: "Senior brother, go and persuade the cabbage to come down, if you are stubborn, the ceremony may not end tonight, so many people accompany you." ”

Qingshi Gang listened to the words of the Taoist with a smile, but after listening to it, he glared: "Why don't you persuade her, the little ancestor can give her a ladder to go to the sky, if the other disciples of the old Taoist drag her ears and take them down, I will drag her down today, and she will be able to cry in front of my door tomorrow, if you invite the Taoist ancestor back, this dumb loss, you will eat it or not." ”

After hearing this, the Taoist sighed and said nothing.

After staying up for another half an hour, the Qingshi Dao people couldn't stand it anymore, and waved to the disciples with a smile: "This sword selection ceremony has ended successfully, everyone disperse." The disciples jumped up with joy and scattered. Qingfeng also proudly ran to the cabbage and shook his sword.

The cabbage was bored and sat on the sword selection table and played with his fingers. The people around him were astigmatized, and the huge sword cliff seemed very empty, and Bai Guang came up, looking at the unhappy appearance of the cabbage, and touched the cabbage's hair, and the soft hair felt very comfortable. The cabbage raised her head, her big, bright eyes flickering, and she looked at the white light without saying a word.

Cabbage threw herself into Bai Guang's arms and muttered, "Senior Brother Bai Guang, they bullied me, they didn't have a sword, they didn't have a ...... sword"

The white light gently patted the cabbage's back. The cabbage twitched her shoulders, and large tears slipped from her eyes. Bai Guang cried for the first time since he met Cabbage, and he cried inexplicably. Could it be that the fairy sword is really so important?

"Senior brother, I can't be a fairy without the fairy sword, will you still like me?"

"Yes." Bai Guang whispered.

In the evening sunset, Bai Guang and Cabbage picked up stones and threw them at the bottom of the Sword Washing Cliff. Shouting loudly: "The cabbage is the cabbage fairy." The sound echoed through the canyon for a long time. The young man with childishness wantonly swayed his youth in the sunset, looking so freehand and so beautiful. The Grand Canyon where the two of them left the Sword Cliff rumbled and closed to form a flat land, as if the Sword Washing Cliff had never appeared, and the Sword Selection Ceremony was over.