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The three thick bells rang through the Qinglian Sword Sect, and the head of the sect, Xuan Fengzi, recited the sacrificial text with a solemn face.

Everyone stood solemnly, bowing their heads in silence for the disciples who died in the beast tide.

On the platform in front of us, countless brocade boxes were neatly arranged, perhaps containing ashes, clothes, or other things.

The broken long sword was placed on the brocade box, the broken sword was broken, and the blood stained on it, the demon soul coiled on it, and the resentment soared to the sky, making a burst of sorrow.

In the end, Xuan Fengzi said: "...... Say goodbye to the heroes and martyrs, and sleep forever. ”

"The disciples of the Qinglian Sword Sect listened to the order and buried the brocade box in the sword mound!"

Life is a hero, and death is also a ghost.

After the death of the sword cultivator, the fact that the sword can be buried in the sword mound is the greatest affirmation of the sect.

"Yes!"

Each person has a brocade box, and the disciples set up the sword light, and the imperial sword follows Xuan Fengzi.

For a time, colorful sword light filled the sky, surging into the depths of Shu Mountain like a river, and the momentum was huge, alarming countless hermits who were cultivating Shu Mountain.

"It's really magnificent, it's magnificent!"

"Protecting the territory and the people, pacifying the world, is worthy of the six major sects of the righteous path!"

Someone took out the wine and offered sacrifices from afar.

"Only thin wine sacrifices to the soul of the hero!"

"Hmph~ pretend! I also saw that you didn't help to resist the tide of beasts. Someone said disdainfully.

Someone recognized the cynicist.

"Isn't this Xi Dongjun? The first time I heard the beast tide, I was almost frightened, didn't you climb and escape from Shu Mountain? ”

"What? When you hear that the beast tide is over, you will come back immediately? ”

Xi Dongjun's face turned dark, brushed his sleeves away, and scolded secretly in his heart.

"Fifty steps and a hundred steps, what kind of good things are you?"

……

Sword Shrine, a deep cave in Shu Mountain, in which the swords of the sword cultivators of the Qinglian Sword Sect of the past dynasties are buried.

The entrance of the cave is secluded, the surrounding sunlight seems to have been sucked in, the sword intent is awe-inspiring, and the sword intent remaining from the swords of countless sword cultivators is condensed, like a million male masters, with the potential of a golden iron horse!

The killing qi rushed straight to Xiao Han, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, cutting off the vitality of the sword mound within a radius of ten miles.

Stepping on the pitch-black stone slab, Wei Yan followed the master into the sword mound step by step.

The lamppost illuminates the road ahead, and from time to time there is a burst of sword qi along the way, which is annihilated by the boss with a wave of his hand, protecting everyone.

At the end of the road, two statues of unknown beasts stand on either side, seemingly scrutinizing all those who pass by.

Behind is a blue and gloomy Lingmu Town Sword Tower, which reaches to the dome, and has the feeling of standing on the sky.

A dry, withered voice rang out.

The voice was full of sword energy, enough to kill all the small people who coveted the sword mound.

"Coming?"

A gray-robed man walked out of the shadows, his face had no facial features, and he looked terrifying and gloomy.

Xuan Fengzi said respectfully: "Meet the sword spirit senior!" ”

"Ah, who is this?"

"Why doesn't he have a face? It's scary! ”

Someone was frightened by the gray-robed man and did not dare to look at him.

The muscles of the gray-robed man's face twitched, as if he was laughing.

"Don't be rude!" Xuan Fengzi stopped.

The gray-robed man waved his hand and said, "It's normal to be scared when you meet for the first time. ”

"Then I won't delay you!" Then he disappeared into the void and disappeared.

Xuan Fengzi took a deep breath and said solemnly: "Don't run around for a while, after burying the brocade box, go back to the Zhenjian Tower." ”

"This is also your chance, if you have a fate, you will be able to win the favor of the ancient sword in the sword mound."

"Be careful, don't offend the Heroic Spirits in the Sword Shrine!"

"Yes!" The disciples scattered and buried the brocade box in the prepared mausoleum.

During this period, someone whispered: "There are countless ancient swords buried in the sword mound, if you can get one, you can go directly to the peak of life!" ”

"Don't think about it, the powerful swords have all been born with wisdom, how can you look at us nameless?"

"It's better to accumulate contributions honestly, Longyuan Pavilion is not bad at building a sword, mainly because it fits the sword master, and it can also be refined into a natal magic weapon, which is more suitable for us than the ancient sword of the sword mound."

"Yes."

After being busy for a while, all the disciples returned to the Zhenjian Pagoda to meditate, although they knew that there was not much chance, but what if?

Feel the sword intent that permeates the sword mound, even if you fail to win the favor of the ancient sword, but it is not in vain!

Time passed slowly, and some disciples couldn't resist the sword qi and left the sword shrine gloomily.

With the support of the disciples, he finally realized the sword intent, but unfortunately there was no ancient sword to throw, and he regretted leaving.

……

Sword Qi is surging! The strong sword intent unexpectedly gained some kind of resonance, and a streamer suddenly flew out of the sword mound and threw it into the hands of a certain disciple.

The disciple was overjoyed and laughed, "Meteor Sword!" ”

He indulged in stroking the Meteor Sword, and was able to win the favor of the ancient sword, which showed that he was quite accomplished in swordsmanship.

"Whose apprentice is this?"

Yu asked? He doesn't have a master yet? ”

Someone said enviously: "When the news reaches back to the sect, there will definitely be many elders vying for it." ”

Just when they were envious, another streamer flew out and fell into Murong Wang's hands.

"Ice Sword!"

Murong Forget looked at Wei Yan on the other side proudly, he was defeated by Wei Yan last time, he was always unconvinced, and wanted to compete with Wei Yan again.

He is confident, fighting for life and death, Wei Yan is by no means his opponent!

"I have the favor of the ancient sword, do you have it?" Murong Forget was secretly proud in his heart.

When everyone was still in a hurry to marvel, another streamer flew out!

"Wow, another ancient sword!"

Then, as if there was some chain reaction, one streamer after another flew out.

"Sunbreaker Sword!"

"Thunder Sword!"

"Red Flame Sword!"

……

Zou Liuming, Jiao Li, Zhang Qiyun, Shen Ming, Shen Bao...... These young talents have all won the favor of Gu Jian.

Xuan Fengzi looked at the scene in front of him happily, my Qinglian Sword Sect has many talents!

The last streamer in the Sword Sect flew into Wei Yan's hand, and Murong Forget snorted coldly when he saw this, but he paid more and more attention to Wei Yan in his heart.

"This kid will be a strong enemy in the future, I can't slack off!"

"Dragonwings." Wei Yan looked at the ancient seal on the sword's body, the ancient sword in his hand made a sword sound, and he nodded reluctantly.

The sword intent resonated, he had been looking for a pure and sharp ancient sword, and he had teased a lot of ancient swords, but he was not very satisfied, and finally Long Yi came to cast.

Xuan Fengzi looked relieved and said, "I hope you will make good use of the ancient sword and live up to the hopes of all the heroes in the sword shrine!" ”

After the event, Xuan Fengzi led everyone back to the sect and ended the trip to the sword shrine.

Zou Liu Mingfo couldn't put it down and played with the remnant sun sword in his hand, and asked casually, "Senior Brother Wei, do you want to go down the mountain to play?" ”

"What kind of playground has Shopkeeper Ye created recently? The roller coaster is tense and exciting, and I heard that it is very fun. ”

Zhang Qiyun also said on the side: "Yes, the market has attracted a lot of strange things recently, as well as various delicacies!" ”

As she spoke, her saliva was about to run down.

Wei Yan was speechless, and Shopkeeper Ye got out all the things he usually mentioned.

He hurriedly said that he wanted to retreat, and he was afraid that he would not have time.

"Since that's the case, then I don't plan to cultivate as a junior brother." Zou Liuming and Zhang Qiyun left regrettably, and each went back to their respective homes.

Back in the bamboo building, Wei Yan suddenly remembered the Chu mother and daughter in the thatched house next to him, so he just went over to take a look.

Looking at the thatched hut that was already a little dilapidated, Wei Yanxin said: "It's time to renovate the house in Dragon's Tooth Valley, it's always a thatched house." ”

Shaking his head, he pushed open the door, and a round and snow-white scenery came into view.

"Excuse me!"

Immediately closed the door, Wei Yan dropped the gift and ran away.

Chu Yin hugged her daughter, stunned, and then blushed slightly and tightened her clothes.

"Steward Wei is really, and he didn't say hello before coming......

The baby girl was covered and dissatisfied.

"Whew!" Wei Yan returned to the bamboo building and shook his head, trying to shake the scene out of his mind.

Calming down, he gradually quieted down.

"It's round and firm, eh...... Wei Yan, Wei Yan, what are you doing? ”

He smiled bitterly, he really didn't mean it!