Xie Feiran, who was hit again on the door of his head, thought.

The gloomy aura around the beautiful and delicate little boy was completely broken by the appearance of Qinghui.

He was still a little unable to come back to his senses, holding the sword in his arms, watching her in his arms not at all restless, and irritable and wanting to knock him on the head.

The little boy just subconsciously tilted his head back slightly, but he didn't let go.

He really didn't expect such a reversal.

After all, all the spirit swords in the Sword Pavilion did not react to him, and it took him three days to understand this fact thoroughly, and after leaving the Sword Pavilion, he had already figured out how to cultivate as a spiritual cultivator next.

Outcome......

Looking at the sword in his arms, the other party seemed to be very irritable, but he didn't mean to hurt him at all, he had just played with him, and he used the hilt of the sword, and now he wrapped his sword blade and jumped into his arms.

Xie Feiran couldn't tell what kind of feeling this was for a while, because of his appearance, at the beginning, he caused several young masters of the sect to be unhappy and made him ostracized, and in the end, he appeared like this, beating him and jumping into his arms, it was clear that it seemed that the one who stood with him was actually a sword?

"You...... Do you want to be my spirit sword? ”

Xie Feiran finally spoke, and the little boy's voice was still a little immature and soft, with a little expectation.

The white head was knocked by Qinghui and turned a little red, and his beautiful eyes looked straight over.

Qinghui looked at the other party's useless appearance, and raised his sword hilt with arrogance.

Look at your useless appearance, well, before you return to the state of being able to fight with her, I will barely protect you, after all, the people in this plane, especially these in the Nether, are weak Spirit Sword Lord to look down on.

But...... Qinghui looked the embarrassed child up and down.

Well, the spiritual power in the other party's body is no different from starting from scratch.

If you want to fight happily, this is going to be the year of the monkey.

So the sword that was originally supported was crooked, and it was planted into his arms.

There was no movement.

Qinghui: You, cultivate well, don't call Lord Ben if you have nothing to do, disturb Lord Ben, and absorb the essence of the sun and the moon.

Asa Coffee: I'm too lazy to move if I don't fight, Lord Qinghui, it's you.

Xie Feiran didn't notice that the other party had established a spiritual connection with him, and his eyes darkened slightly.

Looking at the delicate hilt of the sword on his shoulder, the silver-blue blade of the sword did not match the linen cloth that wrapped the blade at all.

Xie Feiran pursed his lips, wanting to raise his hand to untie the fabric on Qinghui's body.

Qing Hui didn't bother to move at all, allowing him to throw away the fabric wrapped around her, the sharp hilt of the sword was exposed, and the light contained in the sword body was something that all the spirit swords present had never seen, not to mention how different Qing Hui was from those spirit swords who were so unintelligent.

Xie Feiran's arm was still a little numb from the shock, and he stood up with Qinghui's sword hilt.

Xie Feiran knew that Qing Hui had not yet established a spiritual power connection with himself, but in the eyes of others, it was Xie Feiran who had already been recognized by this strange spirit sword.

At this moment, the young man's black hair swayed slightly with the wind, his face was expressionless, and he was carrying a spirit sword without a scabbard, and that kind of momentum instantly made people a little frightened.

Coupled with the toughness shown by Qinghui just now, they had a little thought in their eyes.