13 "Senior Brother Ling Tian doesn't have to be modest, we have all seen your strength before, and you almost killed Youquan at the entrance of the cave, but it was destroyed by someone, it's a pity, it's a pity!" Brother Hu felt sorry for Mo Fan.

"By the way, Senior Brother Ling Tian, where are you going?"

"We want to go to Wanjian Mountain to choose the Immortal Sword, but we don't know the location of Wanjian Mountain, can Senior Brother show us the way?" Mo Fan said respectfully.

"Oh, Wanjian Mountain, it's not far, you come with me, I'll take you!" Brother Hu pointed behind him and enthusiastically said that he would take them there.

"In this case, thank you brother." Mo Fan thanked.

Following him, it didn't take long for Mo Fan to see the so-called Ten Thousand Swords Mountain.

Wanjian Mountain is indeed worthy of the name of Wanjian, and there are countless fairy swords densely inserted on it, whether it is in the crevices of the rock wall or in the hard stones, there are swords inserted in them. Moreover, most of the swords have the blade completely inserted into the mountain, so it is impossible to see what each sword looks like. From a distance, the entire mountain looks like a giant hedgehog.

"It's not in vain, this place is really majestic!" Mo Fan praised the mountain.

Arriving at Wanjian Mountain, Monk Hu arched his hand to Mo Fan and said, "Senior Brother Ling Tian, this is Wanjian Mountain, you can choose your sword slowly, and I will leave first." ”

"I'm sorry brother!" Mo Fan also replied.

The bearded man with the ears was about to fly away, when he suddenly thought of something, and turned to Mo Fan and said, "Oh, by the way, I forgot to remind you that you can't use spiritual power to choose an immortal sword, you can only use both hands to pull it out, and whichever sword you pull out will become your natal magic weapon." ”

Mo Fan nodded, indicating that he understood.

"Senior Brother Ling Tian, let's go! There are so many fairy swords! I have to choose a thick and big one, and it must be very domineering. The unfortunate Taoist's eyes lit up, and he immediately landed on the top of the mountain.

"Oops, my crotch!"

Due to the rapid landing, the unlucky Daoist's crotch was suddenly hooked, and what hooked him was a very large fairy sword hilt.

The unlucky Taoist was in a hurry, and under the vigorous tearing, he actually ripped a big hole in the crotch cloth.

"Hahaha!" Mo Fan fell to the top of the mountain and laughed to his heart's content.

The unlucky Daoist's face was swollen red, he clamped his legs, and hurriedly took out a Taoist robe to put on.

"It seems that this sword has taken a fancy to you, so it will stop you." Mo Fan laughed.

The unlucky Daoist shook his head vigorously and said, "Although this sword looks big enough, it is so rusty and attacked me, I definitely don't want this sword." ”

"Then whatever you want, I'll look around." Mo Fan dropped a sentence and looked around at these immortal swords.

From these fairy swords, Mo Fan faintly felt a smart aura, but it seemed that they were all sealed, no different from ordinary iron swords.

It seems that Shushan has a deep heritage! Mo Fan thought so in his heart.

After observing for half an hour, Mo Fan has seen a large number of various immortal swords, but the most powerful of them is only comparable to Mo Fan's Five Elements Sword, Mo Fan naturally will not pull them out, pulling them out means cultivating them as a natal magic weapon, Mo Fan already has five elements and nine turns of the sword, naturally he does not have enough energy to cultivate the second natal magic weapon.

"In this way, the most powerful thing in Mount Emei is the Tianlei Twin Swords, and each of their swords has entered the A-level!" Mo Fan had seen the power of the Heavenly Thunder Twin Swords, and estimated that their machine spirits might have been produced.

"Hey, are you okay, have you chosen your favorite sword?"

Mo Fan asked loudly, and he looked over and found that the unlucky Daoist was fighting with an immortal sword with all his might. The unlucky Daoist body was half-squatting, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands and pulling it out hard, his ears became red due to the force, but the fairy sword still did not move.

"I've chosen countless swords, but none of them can be pulled out!" The unlucky Daoist feels that he is forced to go home.

"Could it be your character?" Mo Fan asked.

"I have a good character, but I'm unlucky, and I shouldn't be unlucky like this!" The unlucky Daoist was indignant, and then shouted at Mo Fan, "Don't just stand, come and help me pull it out, I feel that this sword is about to come out." ”

"But don't, what if I help you pull it out, and the sword automatically recognizes me as the master?" Mo Fan immediately refused.

"Ahh Yes! I'll pull it out! Pluck it! The unlucky Taoist's eyes were bulging red, and his teeth made a grinding sound hard, and finally, he sat on the ground and gasped for breath, and gave up drawing his sword, "Oh, don't pull it out, don't pull it out, which rule of the sect, the person who draws the sword will be pulled out!" ”

"Alas, no matter what, try it with spiritual power!" The unlucky Taoist didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, driven by mana, wrapped the sword and pulled it hard.

The imaginary scene of the fairy sword flying out did not happen, and when the unlucky Dao man's spiritual power acted on the fairy sword, the entire Ten Thousand Swords Mountain suddenly flickered with forbidden light.

"Danger, get out!" Mo Fan could see it clearly from a distance, and the moment he saw the light flickering, he immediately flew into the air.

But the unlucky Daoist was not so lucky, and before he could react, he was suddenly hit by a blue light curtain from the bottom up, and he was suddenly sent into the air.

"No taboos, no taboos!" The unlucky man danced with his hands and feet, but found that he was not injured, and hurriedly stabilized his body.

The prohibition of Ten Thousand Swords Mountain flashed and then fell silent, as if nothing had happened.

"Alas, it's not possible to use spiritual power at all! I just wanted to find a sword, so I don't have to! The unlucky man fell to the top of the hill and looked dejected.

"It seems that it's really a problem with your character, there are so many swords here, you can't even pull one out, in fact, I think the sword that cut through your crotch before is quite worthy of you, and it is so affectionate to you as soon as you come, most of it is your natal fairy sword." Mo Fan said with a grin.

"Maybe it's really possible, maybe that sword is my own sword, I haven't succeeded in pulling out so many swords, so it's okay to try to pull that sword." Mo Fan's casual joke reminded him.

The unlucky Daoist walked three or two steps to the big and thick immortal sword.

Although this fairy sword only exposed the hilt, the hilt of this sword was two or three times longer than the other hilts.

The unlucky Daoist stretched out his hands, spat with one hand, rubbed vigorously, and then solemnly held the hilt of the sword.

"Get up!" He shouted, and with a force of his hands, the sword was easily drawn out by him.

"Oh my God, how does this sword look like this, is this still a sword?"

The unlucky man's mouth was wide open enough to fit an egg, and his expression instantly petrified.

I saw that the hilt of this sword was slender, and the blade was a little longer than the hilt, but the blade was divided into countless strands, like countless strands of steel needles, but it was extremely flexible, and it was completely a floating dust when it fell down.

"This is actually a floating dust sword! Unlucky Taoist, it seems that you are destined to be a Taoist priest for the rest of your life. Mo Fan's eyes widened, he didn't expect the sword to be like this.

"Alas, the Taoist priest is the Taoist priest, I hope this sword will not be as useless as my original floating dust." The unlucky Taoist priest showed a resigned expression.

"Eh, Senior Brother Ling Tian, why don't you choose a sword!" The unlucky Daoist saw that Mo Fan was leisurely and did not choose the fairy sword, and asked.

"I have a sword, why do I choose a sword! I think my natal magic weapon is pretty good. ”

Mo Fan drove out five five-element swords to circle around his body, and in his heart, all the swords here could not be combined to match these five swords.

Suddenly, there was something wrong with the Jin Xing Sword in the Five Elements Sword.

The metal is sharp and sharp, and at this moment, the Jin Xing Sword suddenly produces a suction force, this suction force is only aimed at Wan Jian Mountain, but it does not want to suck up the sword of Wan Jian Mountain, it absorbs a large amount of Jin Xing gas from the large number of sword bodies of Wan Jian Mountain.

These gases are all the essence of these spirit swords, and at this moment, they are all converging towards the Fire Walking Sword under the action of suction.

The Fire Walking Sword is like a gluttonous beast, not rejecting these gases, and absorbing them all into the body. Its sword body, more pure, released a sharp light, its sharpness has been greatly improved, Mo Fan felt that its grade had reached the peak of B-level, and it was only one step away from A-level.

It didn't last long before all the visions stopped, and the blades on the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain looked dull, and the origin of each of their swords had been extracted by more than half, and they didn't know when they would be able to recover.

"This, Senior Brother Ling Tian, you seem to be in trouble!" The unlucky man stared blankly at this scene.

"I know."

Mo Fan nodded, thinking about what kind of punishment he would receive, whether he would be expelled from the mountain or abolish his cultivation?

After all, this is the heritage of Mount Emei! Now it is ruined like this.

If the punishment is too severe, Mo Fan will have to find a way to slip away.

"You know what to do about the future of the Venerable, right?" Mo Fan stared at the only person in the field who knew about it.

"Huh?" The unlucky man didn't react.

"God knows this, you know and I know, I don't say it, you don't say it, who else knows, if you leak it out, can't I guarantee that I won't kill?" Mo Fan waved the Jin Xing Sword, threatening with a fierce look in his eyes.

Mo Fan planned to adopt a strategy of how long he could hide it, after all, he still had to stay here to complete the main quest and side quests, and he didn't want to leave like this. Of course, it would be better if you could keep it hidden until the end of the plot.

"Senior Brother Ling Tian, I am your most loyal junior brother, you have to believe in my character!" The unfortunate man wept bitterly to show his loyalty.

"Then you must not be so mouthful, let me think about how the last person I killed died. Well, it seems that I have broken my chest with a sword, and the top and bottom have been broken in half. Mo Fan said seemingly unintentionally, but he was actually warning him.

"We are grasshoppers on a rope, you believe me, I will never say it, if I tell this, I will definitely be struck into pieces by lightning." The unlucky Taoist immediately swore to the sky.

"Let's get out of here first! If someone finds out, we can't escape if we want to. ”

Saying this is not good for the unlucky Taoist, Mo Fan actually believes in him.

"Okay, let me see if my Floating Dust Sword is good." The unlucky Daoist immediately put on a happy face, and flew into the air with a floating dust sword.

The unlucky Daoist had already left a mark on the sword just now, so he could drive it at will now, but if he confessed to the Lord with blood, he would have to wait until the Jindan stage. When the time comes, the embroidery on the Floating Dust Sword will disappear completely, and all the seals on the sword will be undone.