He painted an elegant and luxurious white crane.

The tip of the pen is lightly dipped in a little cinnabar, and it is leisurely dotted on the eye socket, as if the endless vitality and vitality are given to the white crane in the painting.

Then, the white crane actually came out of the painting, spread its white wings, circled the youth a few times, let out a clear cry, and then dissipated into ashes.

At the same time, a golden talisman flew to the young man from nowhere. It came to a steady stop in front of the young man, the tip of the pen trembling slightly.

The patriarch smiled: "It's the Xianhua rune pen!" Next! ”

The next few people are decent, some are showing spells, some are practicing martial arts, but unfortunately, they are not as good as the two people who first came to the stage, and they can attract a divine soldier to stop.

Soon it was Ye Qingyue's turn to take the stage, and she showed her latest comprehension of the Wind Sword Intent. The palm of his hand was still an ordinary quality Aoki long sword, but the tip of the sword was thinly covered with a layer of ice blue, which was the color of the Heavenly Soul Flame. I don't want to, this layer of flame actually makes the vitality of the sword technique show greatly, the invisible and powerless wind, tied to a pinch of light pink petals, ups and downs, high and low, as if there is life as dexterous and vivid. The heart turns with the sword, and the sword momentum works as expected.

"Zheng Zheng!" Qingming sounded, and an azure color was common when Ye Qingyue stopped in front of him when he collected his sword. She stretched out her hands to take the sword, and a joy and attachment from the blood rose from the bottom of her heart.

The faint cyan color spread out in front of him, and everything before was like a flower in a mirror, and the moon in the water disappeared one by one.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a small stone room in front of me, and behind me was a broken bronze temple door.

A rusty three-foot long sword rests quietly on his knee. Ye Qingyue picked up the long sword, the sword seemed to have a spirit, and suddenly cut open the palm of his hand, and blood gushed into the groove on the sword.

At the same time, she was shocked to realize that the spiritual power in her body was actually losing a lot. I wanted to shake off the rusty sword, but it seemed to be stuck to her palm.

"Little girl, if there is something like a spirit stone on your body, take it out quickly, do you have to wait for it to suck you dry?" An old voice rang out.

"What?" Ye Qingyue didn't think much about it, and threw out a large pile of colorful spirit stones from the storage jade pendant. Sure enough, the speed at which the sword sucked blood gradually slowed down, and the spirit stone quickly turned into powder without spiritual power.

Ye Qingyue was ruthless, and threw out tens of thousands of high-grade spirit stones, and the sword finally left his palm, and plunged into the pile of spirit stones, absorbing all the spiritual power in the spirit stones.

A floating shadow floated into the stone room, the shadow was a black-haired and handsome man, he said to Ye Qingyue: "Not enough, still not enough, now, this sword is already your natal magic weapon, if you don't give it enough spiritual power supply, it will eat up your master's spiritual power and essence blood, and the flesh and blood nourished by the Heavenly Spiritual Flame will be a great supplement for it." ”

Ye Qingyue was ignorant in her mind, could it be that this rusty sword had made a contract with herself? You also have to nourish it with a lot of spiritual power, otherwise, it will become the nourishment of the sword? What kind of magic sword is this? She is, was contracted by a sword?

The spirit stones were quickly exhausted again, and the rust on the sword seemed to have faded somewhat, so Ye Qingyue had no choice but to take out most of the spirit stones in the jade pendant in the storage and pile them into a small hill in the stone room.

"Senior, what kind of sword is this? Is there a way to break the contract? Ye Qingyue asked the phantom.

The man smiled faintly, with a hint of nostalgia, and said, "This sword has been vacant here for thirty thousand years. If you can get it, it's your luck. Its name is Tianwen. Don't look at it now, it's just because it's an immortal weapon, just because it hasn't been nurtured by its owner for many years, and the sword spirit is asleep and constantly drops. If you keep your spiritual power warm, it is unknown that after more than a hundred years, the sword spirit will be able to awaken. ”

"Heavenly question?" Ye Qingyue muttered, looking at the rusty long sword in disbelief, she still had the white-clothed hedge lord like snow, and the long sword in his hand that was always cold and lonely.

She remembered that at dusk that day, one man and one sword, swept through thousands of enemy troops.

After the war, on the empty battlefield of Liaoluo, the man was fiercely white, the sword was clear and cold, and the man and the sword were close to each other, reflecting the last daylight of the day together. It makes people's hearts stir and can't be calm for a long time.

Now, the dragon swims in the shallows, and the tiger falls in Pingyang. Looking at the long sword that was rusty like mortal iron, my heart was full of emotions.

"Remembered? The man you saw was a senior who had ascended to the Immortal Realm many years ago. He was the master of this sword, and before he ascended, he set up such a testing ground to choose an heir for his natal weapon. You may not know that 30,000 years ago, every 100 years, a group of little ones came here to try. Seventy thousand years ago, there was a teenage girl who also inherited the Heavenly Spiritual Flame and successfully took the sword. But 30,000 years ago, I don't know why, this sword actually flew back by itself. In the next 30,000 years, this place of trial has never been opened. Until a year ago, due to the lack of people to maintain the trial land, the formation was loosened, and a few foreign little guys broke in by mistake. Only then did we know that the Snow Clan was no longer in the Thousand Moon Realm. ”

"Thousand Moon Realm?" Qingyue felt as if she had heard something terrible. The Snow Clan, didn't it fall out, but moved away early?

The man said: "Naturally, there are countless living beings in this world, and there is only one Thousand Moon Realm, but it is just a sand in the Ganges. Through the cross-border teleportation array in the Spirit Realm, you can go to other interfaces. Well, by the way, 70,000 years ago, the girl of the Liu family seemed to say that the spiritual realm seemed to be sealed. So, if you want to go to other interfaces, you have to find a way to cross the dangerous space barrier! However, if you don't break through the god transformation stage in cultivation, it's better not to try. ”

This is, the rusty sword absorbed the spirit stone again, and the rust on its body faded a layer, revealing specks of green. Ye Qingyue thought, anyway, this sword was determined by herself, she didn't want the majestic fairy sword in the past to turn into dust, so she simply threw most of the spirit stones on her body from the secret realm of Yaotai to it.

"Senior, does it also need so many spirit stones to support on weekdays?"

"Naturally not, you can keep it warm in the dantian and temper it with the Heavenly Soul Flame from time to time. It will only absorb a part of the spiritual power when you cultivate, and it will not be as unscrupulous as it is today. It's just that, in this way, your cultivation speed will inevitably be slowed down. But when the sword spirit wakes up, the Tianwen Sword will feed you back with a large amount of purified spiritual power, which will speed up your cultivation. I think your qualifications are excellent, but your cultivation speed is slower, and you are much stronger than most monks. ”

"Thank you seniors for your doubts!" Ye Qingyue nodded in response, her fingertips flicked, and clusters of ice-blue flames flew down to the body of the rusty sword.

The long sword and the ice-blue flames were tightly opposed, and in a short time, a layer of black impurities was tempered out. With a move, Qingyue made a move, and the long sword flew down into the palm of her hand, gently breaking open a layer of impurities covering the sword body, and the azure sword body was revealed, cold and cold, like autumn water.