Chapter 3 The Best Innate Spirit Sword
Soon.
Except for Shen Ling, the rest of the disciples all walked out of the sword shrine, and each of them held a spirit sword in their hands, and none of them returned empty-handed.
Among them, there was a disciple with excellent luck who actually opened a heaven-level nine grades, which was really envious of others.
For sword cultivators, the merits of the spirit sword will directly affect the cultivation itself, which can be described as the most important thing.
Gu Chen, as the master of the Sword Pavilion, understood this truth better than anyone else.
At this time, he glanced at the treasures that the apprentices had brought out of the sword mound, and his expression looked unfazed.
The acquired spirit sword can't enter the magic eye of the immortal venerable, only the innate spirit sword is worth conigning to.
Like Gu Chen's companion sword, it is at the innate level, the top three grades, and it can be called a rare treasure if it is left unchecked by the entire Heavenly Illusion Sect.
As for the best innate spirit sword, it is even rarer, maybe you can't find ten in the Xuanzhen Continent!
This time.
Gu Chen's Immortal Venerable suddenly asked:
"Why didn't Shen Ling come out with you?"
A disciple replied:
"Senior brother went to the depths of the sword mound, and the disciples didn't keep up because of their lack of strength..."
Gu Chen frowned, Shen Ling, as his eldest disciple, had always been calm and calm, why was he so reckless this time?
Odd...
Another half hour passed.
Shen Ling has not yet come out of the sword mound.
"Oh, cousin, nothing will happen to him, right?" Xu Kun couldn't help but be secretly worried.
"Senior brother has been in for so long and hasn't come out, there must be something going on."
"Don't guess, Senior Brother Jiren has a heavenly appearance, and he will definitely be fine..."
All the disciples discussed, but only an imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of Ye Bufan's mouth.
"Senior brother, I hope you will stay in the Sword Shrine forever..."
Just when everyone was speculating, a gust of wind suddenly rolled up in the depths of the sword mound, and this wind swirled and swayed upward, like a long dragon straight into the sky!
"It's... A vision of heaven and earth? β
Gu Chen's Immortal Venerable couldn't help but be shocked from the bottom of his heart.
The appearance of the vision of heaven and earth proves that there is a genius or a god soldier against the heavens who has been born!
Is it possible? β¦
At this moment, the disciples of the Sword Pavilion were all shocked by this rare sight, and they were so surprised that they couldn't stop talking.
The bizarre "tornado" lasted less than a cup of tea before disappearing without a trace.
Soon, a person walked out of the sword shrine.
Big brother?!
The disciples were so excited that they surrounded him.
Ye Bufan pursed his lips, obviously a little disappointed.
Xu Kun said eagerly:
"Cousin, you came out safely, I'm really anxious..."
Shen Ling patted Xu Kun's shoulder and smiled slightly, "Don't worry, your brother can't die yet!" β
Seeing the master, he walked forward quickly and respectfully bowed:
"Master, the disciple is late."
"It's okay..."Gu Chen's Immortal Venerable nodded, "The sword can be found?" β
"Found it, Master, please see it."
Shen Ling showed out a spirit sword and presented it to the Immortal Venerable with both hands.
The whole body of this sword is dull, and there are a little rust spots on the blade, no matter how you look at it, it is not worthy of a "good" word.
Gu Chen's Immortal Venerable frowned slightly, the vision of heaven and earth, is it fake?
Human-level spirit sword, no more than five grades...
It's too inferior, even inferior to the weapons of those ordinary people in the world!
In vain, your courage is commendable, but you don't have Ye Bufan's atmospheric luck, it's a pity...
β... Shen Ling, the sword obtained by the sword mound cannot be easily discarded, you can do it yourself. β
Gu Chen Immortal Venerable shook his head slowly, sighed lightly, and turned to all the Sword Pavilion disciples.
"The sword mound sword selection is over, you all disperse."
With that, Gu Chen's Immortal Venerable flicked his sleeves, and the sword left.
Looking at the master's distant back, Shen Ling not only did not feel uncomfortable, but his heart swelled with joy.
It is worthy of the Seven Dead Sword, and even the master did not recognize its true face!
Shen Ling recalled the description of the Seven Dead Swords in the "Book of Dreams":
[This sword seems to be ordinary and low-grade, but in fact it hides a mystery. Wherever the opportunity comes, no matter the immortals, Buddhas and ghosts, they can be killed! γ
Slay the immortals and slay the demons!
With this courage, the Seven Deaths Sword is also proud enough to be proud of the world.
However, the grade of this sword is indeed too low at the moment, and it will take time to slowly explore it before it can show its true strength.
Shen Ling put away his sword and faced his juniors.
"Cousin, we're losing a lot this time..."Xu Kun said with annoyance, "Prefecture-level three grades, if you change it, I will feel sorry for you!" β
Shen Ling chuckled, "Our sword cultivators can't be invincible by relying on one or two good swords, otherwise, the 100,000 spirit swords in the sword mound won't fall easily..."
"It's... My cousin has a point, but... You can't cut people with a broken sword, can you? β
In Xu Kun's eyes, the eldest cousin is always a cold fan, especially when he holds the sword, he is extremely handsome.
It would be too discordant to put such a handsome, stylish cousin with a tattered rusty iron sword.
It's unbearable!
Shen Ling smiled bitterly and was about to say something, when Ye Bufan walked over with the Bixiao Sword in his hand.
"It's a great blessing that the senior brother has returned safely..."
Xu Kun was angry when he saw him, and couldn't help but say angrily:
"The surname is Ye, why do you come to sell it when you get cheap?"
"Senior Brother Xu misunderstood his junior brother, they are all the same disciples, how can the junior brother have any bad intentions?"
Ye Bufan said, pulled out the Bixiao Sword suddenly, and played a sword flower in his hand.
"It's worthy of being a heaven-level product, a good sword... If I were a senior brother, I would be a little reluctant to give it away for nothing. The kindness of the senior brother can be remembered for a lifetime..."
Shen Ling heard a hint of mockery from Ye Bufan's words.
In the past, the person who dared to pretend to be so coercive in front of him would have been beaten so long ago that his own mother didn't know him.
But this time is different.
Shen Ling took away the great opportunity that should have belonged to Ye Bufan, and at the same time prevented the other party from further encroaching on his own interests.
And after reading the "Dream Book", Shen Ling's mood has also changed a lot.
Arguing over such meaningless things is simply naΓ―ve.
"As long as Senior Brother Ye likes it, as a senior disciple of the Sword Pavilion, I should share the worries of my junior disciples, you don't have to thank me so much."
Surprisingly, the senior brother was not only not provoked, but appeared polite and polite!
Ye Bufan was stunned, his face became extremely unnatural, and as a result, all the lines he had thought of were stillborn.
It's like punching cotton, there's no way to focus on it, and it's a waste of effort.
Ye Bufan couldn't help but grit his teeth secretly, and he couldn't get angry.
Shen Ling looked funny, coughed lightly, and said to his juniors:
"It's not too early, let's all go back to the Sword Pavilion!"
Under the leadership of the Sword Pavilion Senior Brother, the Sword Pavilion disciples cheered and returned to the mountain road they had come from.
The mountain breeze was gentle, Shen Ling's ink-like black hair fluttered slightly, and a pair of clear eyes revealed a charming brilliance, which immediately attracted a group of female disciples of the Heavenly Illusion Sect who were passing by.
"It's Senior Brother Shen... So handsome..."
"He is the chief disciple of the Sword Pavilion, and he must have a bright future."
"Don't worry about Senior Brother Shen, I inquired, Han Yuwei of the Ice Spirit Division of the Five Elements Hall is someone's childhood sweetheart..."
"Han Yuwei? That Heavenly Illusion Sect's famous ice beauty? β
"It's her, the family behind the two has already set a family affair for them, and we don't have a chance at all."
"Oh, that's a pity..."
Behind Shen Ling, there was the sound of female disciples frolicking, those burning gazes, he had long been used to it, but he didn't care, but the name of a person made him slow down.
Little sister...