The Sword Pavilion covers a huge area, there are more than 10,000 swords inside, each sword is inserted on a circular stone platform, looking from the door, densely packed, a sea of swords. Every sword on the stone platform was forbidden, and unless the sword itself recognized its master, it was impossible for even a true disciple to forcibly seize the sword.

Looking at the sea of swords in front of him, Yang Ye sighed, patted the sable tattoo on his arm, and said, "It's all you, little guy, you have to exhaust me to death today!"

Shaking his head, he walked to a stone platform in front of him, and as soon as he got closer, a cold aura came to his face, making Yang Ye shiver. When I looked at it, I saw a snow-white giant sword placed on it, and the giant sword was very large, the size of an adult. And under the stone platform under the giant sword, there is a line of small characters engraved impressively: Xuan-level advanced: Cold Ice Sword, cast by thousands of years of ice, can freeze everything in an instant.

"Freeze everything?" Yang Ye pursed his lips, isn't this introduction too exaggerated? Looking at the sword platform, Yang Ye shook his head and said in a low voice: "I don't know who cleaned this sword pavilion last time, there is so much dust on these sword platforms, I despise you!"

Cursing in a low voice, Yang Ye walked up, took out a black cloth and wiped it. Although there is a ban on the sword, but the sword platform is not, as long as Yang Ye doesn't want to move the sword platform, then the ban will not be triggered.

"Xuan-level Intermediate: Ice Star Sword, Extraterrestrial Meteorite and Hundred Refining Method Casting ......"

"Xuan-level advanced: Rune Sword, a long sword with magical power......"

"Ground level low: Wind Feather Sword, fast as the wind, when there is wind, the power gradually rises......"

I don't know how long it took, Yang Ye's face was already covered with sweat. Looking at the sea of swords that were still more than halfway there, the corners of Yang Ye's mouth twitched, wiped the sweat on his head, and continued to walk towards the next sword platform......

When cleaning this sword pavilion, it can be said that pain and happiness coexist. Every time he sits, Yang Ye can recognize a sword, and the lowest of these swords are all Xuan-level low-level, so to speak, Yang Ye is a feast for the eyes. But this is also where Yang Ye suffers, because he can only look at it and can't take it! So much so that in the end, Yang Ye only cleaned his head with his head bored, and never looked at the sword on the stand, looking upset!

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The cleaning work is boring and boring, and before you know it, the sun has sunset, the sky is getting dark, and Yang Ye's task is about to be completed.

"Whew"

Taking a deep breath, Yang Ye sat on the ground, leaned on the sword platform, wiped the sweat on his face, shook his head and said: "It's really not a simple job, everyone in this world only knows that the surface of the Sword Sect is bright and clean, but who knows, these are the results of the efforts of our lowly miscellaneous disciples?"

After complaining a few words, Yang Ye shook his head, and immediately looked at the stone platform in the row behind him, his face hesitated. He knew that the back row could be cleaned or not. After all, there are more than 10,000 seats in this Sword Pavilion, and some of them are not cleaned, and no one can see them, or even if someone sees them, they will not pay attention to them.

"Forget it, it's not bad. ”

Yang Ye shook his head, stood up, and walked over. Looking at the rows of stone platforms in front of him, Yang Ye pursed his lips, and greeted the whole family of those lazy miscellaneous disciples in his heart. The stone platform in front of me seemed to have not been cleaned for several years, and a thick layer of ash was piled up on the stone platform, and even the introduction on the stone platform was covered by ash.

"It's really lazy!" scolded in a low voice, Yang Ye walked up and continued to clean up.

"Huh, what a scabbard!"

After a while, Yang Ye walked to the last stone platform, looking at the last stone platform, Yang Ye was stunned, approached and took a closer look, only to see that on the last stone platform, a pitch-black sword scabbard that seemed a little quaint stood on it, the scabbard was pitch black, about one meter and five meters long, and there were several lightning-like traces on the sheath, intertwined with each other, which looked slightly simple and weird.

"It's a scabbard!"

Looking at the scabbard for a moment, Yang Ye said curiously, and then wiped the stone platform, but what surprised Yang Ye even more was that there was no introduction under the stone platform!

However, at this moment, there was a squirming sensation on Yang Ye's arm, Yang Ye rolled up his sleeves, looked at the sable tattoo, frowned, and said, "Little guy, don't come out, there are Sword Sect disciples coming from this Sword Pavilion at any time, let's be careful, you know?"

Yang Ye's words fell, and the purple tattoo fell silent. But it emitted a faint purple light, Yang Ye was startled, and quickly pulled down his sleeves, and said in a low voice: "Little guy, what kind of trouble are you going to make! Don't make trouble, or I'll roast you later!"

However, a faint purple light still pierced through the sleeves. Seeing that his threat was ineffective, the corners of Yang Ye's mouth twitched, and he hurriedly wiped the sword platform clean, and then prepared to leave. Stay here, in case you are seen by the disciples of the Sword Sect later, then there will be trouble.

However, at the moment when Yang Ye turned around, the scabbard on the sword platform behind him trembled, and immediately, a sword roar rose to the sky, and at this moment, the ten thousand long swords in the Sword Pavilion all trembled in unison, as if they were about to break through the prohibition at any time and rise to the sky.

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Taiqing Palace.

The old man, who was sitting on the futon, suddenly opened his eyes, and two sharp sword lights shot out, and where the sword light passed, it seemed that even the space was crushed, producing a sneering sound.

"Sword Pavilion?"

As soon as the voice fell, the old man on the futon disappeared strangely into the main hall, leaving only the aftermath of the Tao slowly echoing in the main hall.

Looking at the trembling sea of swords in front of him, Yang Ye was stunned, and immediately ran out of the door without thinking, and at this moment, a black shadow brought up an afterimage in front of Yang Ye. This black shadow was the pitch-black scabbard, and this scabbard stopped in front of Yang Ye at this time, spinning rapidly.

"What do you mean?" Looking at the scabbard in front of him, Yang Ye's throat rolled, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he immediately went around to the left, however, no matter how Yang Ye wound, how the scabbard would move, as if Yang Ye walked, it would be like where.

"Little guy, what should I do" patted the sable on his arm, and Yang Ye said urgently. This sword has just made such a big move, and it is estimated that in less than a moment, someone will come to this sword pavilion. At this time, he can only pin his hopes on this little guy.

There was silence for a moment, just when Yang Ye was about to go crazy, a purple light suddenly gushed out from his arm, and the purple light slowly rose like a light mask, and turned towards the ancient sheath cover, when the purple light covered the ancient sheath, the ancient sheath trembled slightly, obviously resisting.

After a moment of contact with the purple light, the ancient sheath fell silent, as if in favor of the purple light's approach. The ancient sheath didn't resist, and the purple light instantly covered the ancient sheath's whole body, and then it immediately sank into Yang Ye's arm along with the purple light.

Seeing that the ancient sheath was submerged in his arm, Yang Ye breathed a sigh of relief, no matter what, this thing finally disappeared. didn't have time to think about it, Yang Ye rushed out of the door.

Just as Yang Ye was rushing wildly, a strange scene suddenly appeared in the Sword Pavilion. Wherever Yang Ye ran through, all the swords on the sword platform seemed to lie down like courtiers kneeling down to worship the king.

Seeing that he ran past a piece, the sword on the sword platform fell down, the corners of Yang Ye's mouth twitched, and his heart beat violently. He didn't know what was going on, but it must have something to do with the ancient sheath in his right arm. At this time, he had only one thought, run, get out of this place!

As soon as he rushed out of the door, Yang Ye saw a sea of people outside the door, and these people were all staring at Yang Ye.

At this time, a middle-aged man stepped forward, looked at Yang Ye, and frowned, "Little brother, what happened inside? Why was there a sword qi rising from the Sword Pavilion before?"

The person in front of him, Yang Ye knew, this person was the elder who had taught the outer disciples at the beginning. Listening to his kind words, Yang Ye bowed slightly to the person in front of him, calmed the churn in his heart, and said: "Elder Hui, the kid was cleaning inside before, and suddenly a sword light rose up into the sky, and the kid was scared in his heart, so he ran out, so the kid didn't know what was going on inside. ”

The middle-aged man looked at Yang Ye and was about to continue asking, but at this moment, an old voice suddenly sounded like thunder in the Sword Sect.

"The old man practiced the sword before, and he was careless for a while, which caused the sword qi to get out of control. Do whatever you have to do, don't stop here!"

Hearing this, Yang Ye's heart jumped, and he turned his head to look at the Sword Pavilion, his first thought was: "Is there someone in the Sword Pavilion?" Thinking of this, Yang Ye subconsciously touched the tattoo on his arm. But Xuan even shook his head, with that man's strength, it must be easy to catch himself. And the man lied for himself, which proves that the man should not be hostile to him.

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