Chapter Eighty-Nine: Wan Jun Ancestor
"The only thing in this world that can make a sword scared and a sword crazy is a sword!"
"So...... The problem is the black sword in this kid's hand?"
On the top of Zhang Wuji and the others, the Heavenly Killing Daoist found the source of the matter and came here the moment something strange appeared in the Sword Sea.
There was also an old Tao who appeared with him.
The old Taoist beard is white, wearing a simple Taoist robe, and carrying a cyan long sword behind his back, and the whole person has a unique temperament that is ethereal and dusty.
"Perhaps!"
Lao Dao's face showed a thoughtful meaning: "I guess this should be the wreckage of a fairy sword, after all, the sky and the earth were shattered in Huaxia back then, and countless immortals fell, and the fairy sword was broken. ”
"But I don't remember which immortal sword in my Huaxia inheritance looks like this. ”
"Ordinary immortal swords don't have this kind of power. shook his head.
"Could it be the sword of that one?" said the Heavenly Killer, with a stir in his heart.
Lao Dao instantly understood what the Heavenly Killing Daoist wanted to express, there was a burst of doubt in his eyes, and he carefully looked at the sword in Zhang Wuji's hand, and finally shook his head gloomily: "I don't know, with our cultivation, I can't even check the immortal sword, let alone that one." ”
"But it doesn't matter, this son has entered Xuanyuan, and time will tell us the truth. ”
"What if...... It's really the one's sword back, I think ....... ”
Lao Dao's lips squirmed, but when he said this, he suddenly couldn't continue, or didn't dare to say any more.
"Let's stop here!"
The Heavenly Killing Daoist was also a little frightened.
"Since this sword is in the hands of this son, then let's not interfere too much, everything will take its course, if this is just the remains of a fairy sword, useless to us, if it is really the sword of that one...... , then it's not something we can interfere with. ”
"Hum, hum, hum!" As the two were talking, a long dragon composed of countless flying swords had already surged.
"I'll do it!"
"This little guy was recruited by you, you must have seen it, and this time I also showed my face, which can be regarded as acquaintance. The old Taoist priest grinned, and stepped out above the heads of Zhang Wuji and the others.
As soon as his mind moved, the cyan long sword behind his back had already swung out bursts of cyan sword light.
These sword lights were like cyan gauze tents, enveloping the entire sword cliff where Zhang Wuji and the others were.
The surging stegosaurus slammed headlong into the gauze tent, but only rippled on it, and then disappeared without a trace.
But not all swords are gone.
Every time a stegosaurus came over, there would always be one or two swords passing through the green gauze tent and falling in front of Zhang Wuji and the others.
Soon, the swords that fell in front of Zhang Wuji accumulated to four.
As soon as he sensed it, he found that the material of this sword seemed to be the same as the flying sword he had hidden in his sleeve.
"What does this old Taoist priest mean?" Zhang Wuji was a little puzzled.
"This matter has nothing to do with you and others, don't worry. ”
"Let's go ahead and try our skills!"
After taking away all the stegosaurus, Lao Dao smiled at everyone on the sword cliff, and disappeared without a trace with a wave of his big sleeves.
"Which senior is this?" asked the little fat man curiously.
"It's Wan Jun Ancestor who holds the Immortal Sword!"
Qingyuan continued to explain: "Wan Jun Ancestor is one of our Xuanyuan Sword Sect True Monarchs, and his cultivation is unfathomable. ”
"This old ancestor is really good, not only did he give me so many swords, but he also smiled kindly at me before leaving!" the little fat man's face was full of emotion.
"This fat man is thinking about fart, Wan Jun Ancestor is clearly smiling at me!"
The rest of the people had vomit in their hearts almost at the same time, including the Qingyuan Daoist who guided them into the sect.
However, when he saw the flying swords piled up in front of these people in front of him, especially the spirit sword in front of Yang Sunu that exuded cold light and obviously possessed sword spirit, Qingyuan Daoist couldn't help but feel a little melancholy.
"Ji Lao Zu is too good to these newcomers, why didn't he have the good luck of these guys when he joined the sect to test the sword. ”
"I still don't have a spirit sword!"
"Envy, jealousy, hatred, ......!"
Zhang Wuji was also sure that the Immortal Ancestor just now was smiling at himself, and even he had a very good feeling of himself, this Sword Cultivation Ancestor was just to form a good relationship with himself, so he would give himself and others these flying swords.
These guys are taking their own light.
He even had an understanding of why the Sword Cultivation Ancestor only gave him a few flying swords instead of spirit swords.
This is to keep your strangeness from being exposed to everyone's eyes.
"The ancestor is really thoughtful!" Zhang Wuji held the black iron sword tightly in one hand, and couldn't help but be moved in his heart.
How could Zhang Wuji, as the master, not notice the strangeness of the black iron sword, he was aware of it earlier than anyone else.
When this ancestor appeared just now, Zhang Wuji was nervous to death, for fear that this old guy would find out the strangeness of his black iron sword and come to rob him of his chance.
After all, that's how it plays out in novels, okay.
He had already thought about it at that time, and it was a big deal that he would sacrifice the black sword.
After all, heroes don't suffer immediate losses, and the green mountains left behind are not afraid of no firewood.
When he has been working for a thousand years and has cultivated to a great extent, he will definitely kill this old immortal and go out of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect.
"Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don't bully young people and be poor, have you heard of it?"
Outcome...... , I didn't expect this ancestor to come to cover for himself, and Zhang Wuji was moved in an instant, and he inexplicably had a sense of belonging to the Xuanyuan Sword Sect.
Of course, he didn't completely relax his vigilance, after all, it was also said in the novel that some old silver coin people were great and upright in front of them, and they like to bully their juniors and take advantage of their juniors.
"Be careful. Zhang Wuji secretly admonished himself in his heart.
"Let's go, since you have all obtained the flying sword, this sword test is over, let's go to the Long Night Hall to light the soul lamp for you. ”
Qingyuan was a little excited at the moment.
Originally, he had planned to take these junior brothers and sisters to visit the Xuanyuan Sword Sect after the sword test was completed, but now he was not in the mood at all.
"Lao Tzu didn't even get a spirit sword, and he was busy running a fart!"
After that, the itinerary began to become tight, the Long Night Hall lit the soul lamp, and the Affairs Hall distributed the gift package for the new disciples who entered the Xuanyuan Sword Sect this time.
The Sword Soul Hall selected the road number for the ten people and engraved it into the sword talisman, which is commonly said to be the production of ID cards.
Zhang Wuji was lucky and got a fairly good road number.
Green characters, green leaves.
In the future, when he walks the rivers and lakes, he can report his Taoist name, Aoba Daoren.
As for the gift package, the period includes 30 high-grade spirit stones that can be received every month.
A jade slip that recorded various basic information of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect.
There are also two vestments embroidered with flying sword patterns that Xuanyuan Sword Sect disciples wear daily.
After taking all these things, everyone flew directly to the Nine Peaks of the Tibetan Sword under the leadership of Qingyuan.
There are more than 10,000 Foundation Building Realm disciples living here.
Qingyuan sent a few people to the assigned cave mansion, and this novice guidance task was completed.
He waved his sleeves and left without taking a cloud with him, leaving Zhang Wuji and the others standing in front of their cave door and looking around blankly.
I always felt that this initiation ceremony suddenly became a little hasty......