The entire secret room was shrouded in a quiet light.

The sword light emitted by the Wangshu sword is cold and clear, just like the clear light of a full moon swaying down in the autumn night sky.

From this faint light, Ye Changsheng sensed the mysterious aura unique to the power of Yuehua, and his heart was as calm as water for a while, as if he had forgotten both things.

The moonlight slowly converged, and on the cyan blade of Wangshu Sword, the last trace of brilliance flowed away, and the deep sword body suddenly brought everyone a bottomless and empty imagination.

After the sword was completely silent, the old manager cautiously handed the hilt to Mu Qingke.

Mu Qingke's eyes flowed with brilliance, and he finally restrained the desire in his heart, and carefully handed the sword to Sima Zhen.

Sima Zhen's beard trembled, and he took a deep breath before taking the sword, holding the hilt of the sword, and staring at Wangshu Jian with an intoxicated gaze, as if his eyes had been sucked in.

After a full stick of incense, he slowly closed his eyes and meditated on the sword in his hand.

The other swordsmiths took out their notebooks and charcoal pens and began to write them down in their notes.

Ye Changsheng was no exception, but he recorded not only swords, but also people.

It's not for anything else, it's just a little game of reasoning as a swordsmith.

Through the sword-wielder's reaction to the sword, something can be deduced.

When he gets the Wangshu Sword again, he will be able to compare his previous reasoning with his true feelings to see how much of his reasoning is correct.

In the first round of tasting, each master had only one hour to work, and after Master Sima Zhen finished tasting, he handed the sword to the second-ranked swordsmith.

The other people who were waiting were not bored at all, everyone had too many doubts in their heads, too many unknowns to answer.

Airplanes!

When Master Luo Xin was about to take over the Wangshu sword, a touch of brilliance suddenly appeared on the sword body, and a cold cold air escaped.

The temperature of the entire secret room dropped rapidly, cold as an ice cave, and everyone became inexplicably nervous.

The old manager, who had been outside the wandering things, opened his eyes and said coldly: "Wangshu Jian doesn't want you to touch her." ”

Master Luo Xin was like being hammered, his body shook slightly, his old face was red, and finally he sighed dejectedly and stepped aside.

Others felt sorry for Luo Xin, but they were helpless.

But all sword spirits are spiritual beings with independent wisdom, and once it determines that you are hostile, it naturally does not want you to touch the sword body for the purpose of self-protection.

Previously, because of Master Luo Xin's recklessness, a sword ray of Wangshu Sword injured Luo Xin, if it wasn't for the boss to make a timely move, I'm afraid that Master Luo Xin's arm would not be able to be saved.

If Master Luo Xin wanted to force him again at this time, Wangshu Jian would definitely kill him without hesitation.

If it is forced, it is probably not as simple as cutting a bloody wound in the palm of the hand.

With the passage of time, finally, it was Ye Changsheng's turn to use this sword.

Ye Changsheng had just stretched out his hand, and the mutation protruded.

Buzz, buzz!

On the cold blade of Wangshu Sword, there was a silver brilliance, flowing up and down.

The masters were surprised, they didn't expect that Wangshu Jian would also dislike Ye Changsheng, and everyone looked at the white-haired young man and couldn't help but show regret.

The old manager, who was leaning against the wall and pretending to sleep, opened his eyes again and looked at Ye Changsheng in surprise.

"She likes you. The old manager closed his eyes again.

The masters looked surprised, Ye Changsheng had never touched the sword so far, how could Wangshu Sword like it?

Just because Ye Chang grows handsome and young, this is too, too superficial!

Ahem, ahem.

Sima Zhen retracted his hand in embarrassment, he had already thought that Ye Changsheng had no chance, so he couldn't wait to take the sword over.

Master Zeng Xiangyang smiled faintly and carefully handed the Wangshu Sword to Ye Changsheng.

Buzz, buzz!

At the moment when the Wangshu Sword was held by Ye Changsheng, it suddenly bloomed with brilliant brilliance.

That's right, it's the gorgeous, silvery moonlight, like smoke, swirling out, spreading out, and unexpectedly conjuring up infinite changes.

Everyone looked up at the changing light and shadow in the sky in a dazzled manner, as if they were witnessing a miracle.

The old manager was shocked again, and looked at Ye Changsheng in shock, you must know that he guarded this sword day and night, and it took countless energy and effort to have some affinity with Wangshu Jian.

But what about the white-haired young man in front of him, it was the first time he got this sword, and he could make the sword spirit so excited, isn't it strange?

Only Mu Qingke guessed some reasons, and looked at Ye Changsheng with complicated eyes.

A long time ago, he heard that Ye Changsheng had some relationship with the Ye family in Maple City, but it was just a joke and laughed it off.

However, during this exchange conference, Chen Laoji from Fengcheng took the initiative to show favor to Ye Changsheng several times, and even asked Ye Changsheng about his movements in private.

Old Chen's curiosity and concern for Ye Changsheng has surpassed the attention of a senior to a rising generation.

Thinking of Chen Lao's abnormality, and then thinking of Ye Changsheng's amazing sword-casting skills, Mu Qingke already believed a little, and maybe Ye Changsheng really had a relationship with the Ye family in Fengcheng.

And now, Mu Qingke is a little more certain.

At the beginning, Mu Qingke had just gotten this sword, and the Ye family of Fengcheng took the initiative to find him, and brought this sword back to Fengcheng on the grounds of appreciating the long sword, and he tasted it for more than ten years.

It is precisely for this reason that solemn had the opportunity to go to Fengcheng for further study.

It is precisely for this reason that the Sword Forgers Guild has not been troubled by Fengcheng's side since it was established until now.

If Ye Changsheng was a native of Fengcheng and the inheritor of the Divine Refining Bloodline, then it would not be difficult to understand the amazing scene in front of him.

Under the silver light, Ye Changsheng's white hair was also plated with a layer of silver light.

He held the Wangshu sword, and the surprise in his eyes slowly dissipated, replaced by a sense of joy.

As he had guessed before, this sword had indeed been appreciated by the people of the Ye family in Maple City for many years, so that it was very sensitive to the breath of the divine refining bloodline.

But the Sword Spirit would be so happy, which he didn't expect.

Such a high-level, high-wisdom sword spirit, he had never encountered it, he had never even heard of it, and it was not at all something that his realm could perceive.

The place where he could perceive the sword spirit's emotions was completely transmitted to him by the sword spirit.

Ye Changsheng slowly stretched out his right hand, put his two fingers together, and slowly slid down against the cold sword body.

Such an ordinary action made the masters in the room jealous to death.

When they tasted the Wangshu Sword before, they didn't dare to touch the body of the Wangshu Sword at all!

People are more popular than people, and several sloppy masters have begun to reflect, should they make themselves neater in the future?

Buzz, buzz!

At this moment, the immortal sword hanging from Ye Changsheng's waist also trembled slightly.

This is...... Jealous?