The topography of the Burial Sword Valley was originally a small basin, and the further inward it was, the deeper it became. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Lin Zhan felt that something was not quite right in the mood of the young man in white, and he seemed to be a little nervous.

And from time to time, his attention swept over one of the positions, which belonged to an ancient sword covered in green rust.

If he had been thinking normally, Lin Zhan would not have noticed this ancient sword, but the appearance of the young man in white obviously had the implication that there were no three hundred taels of silver here.

But that thick sword qi did not come out from the ancient sword, but in another direction, very erratic, sometimes Lin Zhan felt that he was very close behind him, and every time he turned around, he only found that the young man in white was smiling awkwardly at him a little farther away.

Something is wrong, something is wrong, Lin Zhan's heart moved, and he walked in the direction of the ancient sword, looking at his posture, it seemed that he was going to try to pull it up.

"Hey, you want that broken sword too! what kind of vision are you......" the young man in white shouted disdainfully, and swept over.

"Well, that's right, I'm a person who has a bad habit of picking up rags, and the more broken they are, the more they attract me. Lin Zhan sped up his speed and secretly watched the other party's reaction.

"Hey, hey, brother, look at the dragon over there, it has killed several evil dragons, and this cloud-turning sword was once the weapon of the Caiyun Fairy...... Okay, don't, you want that...... Broken things!" The young man in white had a red face and red ears, his eyes were obviously red, and he stopped in front of Lin Zhan.

"Hehe, I know, this ancient sword is the best!" Lin Zhan instantly understood, "However, since you are protecting this ancient sword, why don't you take it for yourself?"

This is what Lin Zhan couldn't figure out, or maybe the young man in white was not strong enough to be recognized by the ancient sword, so he had been relying on the place of the sword mound and stopping others?

If he followed the first-come, first-served rule, Lin Zhan would definitely not compete with him for this opportunity.

As for the swords that the white-clothed young man had just prompted in a hurry, Lin Zhanchu took a brief look at them, and they were indeed the best ones in the entire Sword Shrine Land.

"Okay, if this is your choice, then I'll not move it first, wait until I go and collect those handfuls first, and then come over and try, then you can no longer occupy the pit and not, you can't take away the baby, others can always try it!"

"You occupy the pit and don't......"

Lin Zhan didn't care about him anymore, but moved quickly to harvest the best swords, there were dozens of them!

Descending Dragon, Turning Clouds, Blood Shadow, Flowing Wind, Tear Slash, Red Sky, Worry-free, Broken Dreams, Breaking Rain, Wild Waves!

These are not only the epitome of the name of the sword, but the artistic conception of the sword contained in the sword qi and the way of the sword.

And Lin Zhan can see that among these swords, powerful sword spirits have been born, but I don't know why, it seems that they have been suppressed by some kind of suppression and become silent, but as long as the mystery is explored, then the sword spirit should wake up.

"Click, click, click......" Lin Zhan's face cramped with a smile, these ten swords, he has already made up his mind, if he can bring them out smoothly, he must personally entrust them to trustworthy people, so that these powerful sword spirits, powerful swords, can regain their majesty.

"Thank you! These swords you said are all good!" Lin Zhan returned to the place where the white-clothed young man was staying, that is, the place where the ancient sword was buried, "Now, I'll try your one!"

Lin Zhan, who had already harvested hundreds of swords, actually had a compelling momentum on his body at this moment, which was a subtle influence after coming into contact with the magic weapon.

Moreover, Lin Zhan vaguely guessed a little about the identity of this young man in white, so his eyes were more determined at the moment, and he was no longer so polite.

"Don't overthink yourself!" The young man in white took a step back and gave Lin Zhan a position, "Well, what am I worried about?"

Lin Zhan stretched out his right hand and grasped the hilt of the ancient sword, and at the place of his hand, the sadness penetrated again, reaching the deepest part of his heart.

"Xiaobai, do you want to stay here forever?" Lin Zhan suddenly turned to the young man in white and said.

"I ...... How can you call me Xiaobai, you know me...... Only...... Adults will call me Xiaobai's ......" The young man in white suddenly lost his mind and staggered.

The ancient sword in Lin Zhan's hand moved, like a wild horse that had escaped from the leash, unable to hold back, bouncing, as if it was about to break out of the ground on its own.

"Little White ......" Lin Zhan turned around again and found that the young man in white had disappeared, and the ancient sword in his hand had become manic again.

Lin Zhan poured the power of the Nine Stars into the palm of his hand, and the ancient sword stopped slightly, but soon it was on the verge of being unable to suppress it.

With the restlessness of the ancient sword, the entire Burial Sword Valley, and even the entire several large areas of the Sword Shrine Land, every sword seemed to come to life, not only trembling, glowing with swords, but some had already risen from the ground and flew in the air.

It was an unorderly flight, triggering countless swords-to-sword collisions, making a sonorous sound that never stopped.

Lin Zhan was finally convinced that the young man in white was the sword spirit of the ancient sword, he was the self-proclaimed Xiaobai in the sword cry, and he was also the king of the sword kings in the land of the sword mound.

This is a very contradictory and complex sword spirit, not only the memory of the master, but also the expectation and longing for a new journey, but more of that hesitation, depression and sadness.

At the beginning, when he heard that Lin Zhan was going out with all his swords, Xiao Bai really had a heartbeat, but Lin Zhan's strength was unable to do so for the time being, and he, as the sword spirit master of the Sword Shrine Land, was of course very disappointed.

So he couldn't help but grieve, and because of this, he had a vision of the sword crying, which attracted Lin Zhan to the center of the sword mound.

When Lin Zhan entered the Burial Sword Valley in the center and harvested those companions, Sword Spirit Xiaobai's consciousness was heartily relieved for them, and there was also some loss, but there was even more fear.

Because Xiao Bai was afraid that Lin Zhan would discover his own body, that is, the ancient sword, and pull him away.

He is the king here, he is unwilling to leave by himself, and leaving other sword spirit sword bodies, which are still lonely and dusty here, so he began to shift his goals and obstruct Lin Zhan, hoping that Lin Zhan will not find himself.

However, Lin Zhan still discovered the ancient sword, and eventually began to want to gain his recognition.

"Come with me, Xiaobai, no matter how powerful you are, this is not a good place to go!" Lin Zhan shouted as he gripped the hilt of the ancient sword tightly.

"It's not impossible to leave with you, take all the swords away, or, defeat me!" Xiao Bai's thoughts rushed into Lin Zhan's sea of knowledge like the water that broke the embankment.

"Take them all, or beat me!"

Lin Zhan suddenly felt that his hand was empty, the ancient sword disappeared, and in front of him, Xiao Bai reappeared, holding a long sword as smooth as jade, and the blade of the sword was facing straight at him...... (To be continued.) )