Xuan Ling was really happy this time, because Mei Yan was a pure sword cultivator who was almost withered in this era!

This woman's spiritual root mutation, she can't even use the most basic spell like driving clouds, and those two swords are the foundation of her life.

Without the sword, no matter how capable this mad woman is, she is just a mad dog with her teeth extracted!

Mei Yan sat on her knees on the ground, her waist straight, different from their posture, and the dress on her body added some majesty to her. She squinted her eyes and glanced at Xuan Ling coldly, causing the undisguised joy on Xuan Ling's face to stagnate.

At this moment, everyone in the hall had an illusion: even if she was seriously injured and fell to the Yuan Infant Stage two hundred years ago, she was still the original "God of War" Mei Yan.

What kind of number is 100,000 for drinking blood? 100,000 living beings, even if you are asked to kill while standing, how long will it take to kill? This kind of question, if you ask Xuan Ling a monk under the age of 200, they will all shake their heads blankly.

But the earth will not be like a heart. She had experienced the war of the Demon Abyss, and she still remembered that Mei Yan was dressed in demon blood at that time, and that body was even more powerful than the Demon Venerable.

Even if her strength has now fallen to a mere Yuanying cultivation, Di Ruxin knows that she is such a Mei Yan, and her arrogance and arrogance will definitely not be imprisoned by her own cultivation!

Over the years, the cultivators of the same generation have also reached the stage of integration, just like Di Ruxin, but Mei Yan has never been bent to anyone, on the contrary, when he encounters any inconspicuous ridicule, he will fight back sharply, and because of this, he has set up some enemies - Xuan Ling is one of them.

Di Ruxin also understood the purpose of today's head this time, and looked at the back in the main hall with pity, even if he was kneeling. He was very short, and under the wide gown of the gown, he looked even more thin, but he was still as tough and unyielding as he was two hundred years ago.

"Master, the disciple is willing to sacrifice 'Zhufeng' and 'Lanting' to restore the spiritual veins for the Xuanyuan Peak Floating Island. ”

- Everyone in the hall heard Mei Yan say this. It wasn't an easy decision, she said it easily, but the hall was unusually quiet, and you could hear a pin drop.

She raised her head and added with a smile, "But, I have one condition. ”

Xuan Ling was disdainful: "What qualifications do you have to negotiate conditions?"

Tianmu Gong was unusually kind at this time, waved his hand and smiled: "Xuan Ling, let Sect Master Mei finish his words." ”

Mei Yan sat on the ground and bowed his hand to Tianmu Gong: "Master Tianmu, in the original battle of the Demon Yuan, I saved Tianyu Lotus once, and you said at that time that you owe me a favor." ”

"It is true. However, such a big matter cannot be solved by this bit of human affection. ”

"I didn't mean that, I mean, I hope that the head of the family can cut his love, leave Shen Xuan's child behind, and let him be my apprentice in the future. ”

This is a strange request, Di Ruxin thought with a frown. Didn't Mei Yan like Shen Xuan? begging for a child between Shen Xuan and another woman...... Is she going to get revenge?

"Child?" Xuan Ling was also at a loss, although he had been practicing for two hundred years, he had to admit that he was too young in these old yellow calendars of love and hatred.

He looked at the equally dazed child beside Shen Xuan, and took a closer look, this little baby still looks good - although he is also the grandson of Tianmu Gong, but Tianmu Gong has many children and grandchildren, this child's background is destined that he will not be favored, and Xuan Ling doesn't even bother to care what he looks like.

There were all monks present, and the child's stunning appearance only attracted their attention for a moment, and soon, all eyes in the hall were refocused on Mei Yan.

The Cloud Sky Master knew that Mei Yan had always had some thoughts about Shen Xuan, so his expression at the moment gradually became strange.

"Aido, are you serious?"

This question is not only about this child, but also about sacrificing two swords and atonement for Shen Xuan. And Mei Yan gave him a firm smile in return.

Yunkong shook his head slightly, this kid had already made up his mind to sacrifice himself and save Shen Xuan's life - even if she and him didn't even have the slightest possibility of being together!

The people in the clouds and sky did not approve, but they were helpless. He looked at Tianmu Gong: "Fellow Daoist Tianmu, what do you think? If you don't agree to this condition, then take Shen Xuan away and let it be disposed of." ”

Tianmu Gong knew that Yunkong would not like this kind of exchange, after all, those two swords were in Mei Yan's hands, which was the guarantee of the Lingshan Sect's combat power!

If Yunkong is not happy, he will be happy. He happily quickly agreed: "Since Sect Master Mei is so sincere, then I am naturally an adult. This evil seed can follow Sect Master Mei, which can be regarded as his blessing. ”

Mei Yan shook his head and retorted bluntly and ruthlessly: "No, I mean, from now on, he is no longer your grandson. ”

These words made Tianmu Gong's polite smile freeze directly on his face. He looked at Mei Yan's expression of refusal to back down at all, didn't he intend to leave him any room for sloppiness?

Mei Yan raised her head and looked directly at Tianmu Gong, but the huge difference in strength did not make her flinch at all. "This kid's surname is Shen, and when he enters my door, his name is ...... To the micro, from my Lingshan faction sword sect true transmission of the word 'micro'. ”

With a momentum that looks at the world, she announced to everyone: "I am alive, he is my disciple, and when I die, he is the sect master of my Lingshan Sword Sect." From now on, he will have nothing to do with your Mishan Sect Tian Clan!"

This remark was like a nail cone cutting iron, and the sharpness was revealed, and it also made Mei Yan finally reveal the sharpness that belonged to the sword cultivator.

Her whole person is also like a sharp sword nailed to the ground, which is extremely dazzling, which makes Tianmu Gong very uncomfortable. Although he didn't care about this bit of blood, he just said some beautiful scenes, but he felt that he lost face by being robbed like this!

This child is born of Tianyulian's smuggling, he can not want it, he can look down on it, but when she said this, why did it seem that his family's bloodline was disliked?

The Venerable Man of the Cloud Sky also turned around at this time and looked directly at Tianmu Gong. Mei Yan's current toughness is to earn a legitimate identity for this child's life - he is the son of Shen Xuan of Lingshan Zhengyi Sect and the apprentice of the god of war Mei Yan - not the illegitimate son of Mishan Tianyulian!

Seeing Tianmu Gong's hesitation, Mei Yan sneered, without saying a word, her hands flipped over, and two small swords appeared in her palms. With just a slight toss, the flying sword became an ordinary size, lying quietly on the bluestone slab of the main hall.

The flying sword is a kind of spiritual weapon, and it is recuperated in the monk's purple mansion on weekdays, Mei Yan has rarely used it over the years, and these two swords have not appeared in front of people for a long time.

And the two swords of Xufeng and Lanting, even for a monk of the level of Di Ruxin, are a legend!

Everyone's eyes were focused on these two swords—Xuan Ling stretched out his head curiously, Di Ruxin stared at it from a distance, and Tianmu Gong's gaze flashed with greed that could not be concealed.

One of the swords was translucent, like smoke and mist, and only after leaving Mei Yan's hand did it show a fixed shape, it was about three feet long, the sword body was slender, and the cold light flowed above the sharpness, almost like a living thing, indicating that it had given birth to spirituality. This sword said: Zhu Feng.

The other one, but the whole is ink-colored, the sword body is broad and calm, the shape is unpretentious, the edge is restrained, it looks unobtrusive, but the oppression is extremely heavy. This sword said: Lanting.

The appearance of these two swords made the atmosphere in the hall depressed. Shen Xuan was the closest, and the spiritual power he had been locked up before had not fully recovered, and he only felt that the murderous aura that was close at hand was like a storm crashing on the shore, making people breathless!

Mei Yan also felt an even more rapid breath behind her, it was the child—she glanced back and grinned at him, she didn't know what she had done, the pressure on the child's body was greatly reduced, and her breathing stabilized.

The murderous aura on this murder weapon was too heavy, and the monk still needed to be careful to stabilize his mind, let alone a mortal ten-year-old child.

Mei Yan knew that it was impossible for Tianmu Gong to give up his face easily, so he took the initiative to take out these two swords to arouse his greed.

With the quality of this pair of famous swords, coupled with the magic pill promised by the Master of the Cloud Sky, the spiritual veins of Xuanyuan Floating Island will soon be restored, and even the purity of the spiritual veins can be even higher!

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Tianmu Gong would still feel that the path of sword cultivation was not as strong as that of law cultivation after all. But with such close contact with this condensed murderous aura, Tianmu finally understood why the sword cultivators recorded in the ancient books were so powerful that they were almost demons.

Divine weapons, you can become a god if you have one - this thing fell into the hands of a Yuanying monk in Meiyan, it is really a waste, a waste!

How could he give up now?!

The Cloud Sky Master was quite entangled in his heart, he looked at his youngest apprentice, and was very distressed, not for the lost divine weapon, but for Mei Yan himself.

"Mei Yan, these two swords are one and the same, and they have been carefully raised by you since they were children. Although there is no such thing as a natal spirit weapon in sword cultivation, if you lose them, your strength will be damaged again. ”

"That's what Master said. Mei Yan knelt on the ground, suddenly retracted her momentum, and complained like a little woman: "The battle of the Demon Abyss has damaged my roots, and since then, my strength can no longer be recovered, presumably, there are only a hundred years left in my lifespan." ”

The female man who was decisive in killing suddenly softened, and the grievances were simply tears for the listeners. Everyone present, those monks who had participated in the Demon Abyss War, all felt a sense of weakness.

Mei Yan looked up at Tianmu Gong again, and his eyes squeezed out some overly deliberate water waves: "Master Tianmu, I really like this child, it's just a small condition, you can easily meet it...... You, are you really not willing to say yes?"

Tianmu Gong's eyes and heart have been occupied by these two swords at this moment. He was originally a person who knew how to make trade-offs, not to mention, Mei Yan also gave him a step.

After a while, he finally took his eyes off the two swords, looked at the people in the sky with a hint of threat, and smiled: "I agree." The double swords belong to me, and the Shen fish belongs to you. ”

This was the first time Mei Yan had heard the child's name.

Shen Fish.

"Tianmu Gong, today's matter is over?" the cloud master stared at Tianmu Gong and confirmed to him for the last time.

"That's it. Tianmu Gong's smile could no longer be hidden, and he waved his hand excitedly to let his disciples step forward to take their swords.

Di Ruxin took the initiative to step forward and put the two spirit swords into a prepared jade box - this kind of box is specially used to store magic weapons and spiritual objects, which can isolate the fluctuation of spiritual energy, but before that, there is one more thing to do.

The owner of the spirit sword must take the initiative to erase the divine soul mark on the double sword!

The process of erasing the imprint of the divine soul is painful, but it is also an understatement to do in Meiyan. As if there was no nostalgia, she reached out and flicked it in the box, and the two swords completely lost contact with their owners, and the aura on the surface weakened a little.

Di Ruxin glanced at Mei Yan, and when she saw her turn decisively, she fastened the lid of the jade box.

The Venerable Cloud Sky watched with a heavy heart as Mei Yan wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, stood up with a smile, turned around, and stretched out his hand to the child.

She has new disciples, but the Venerable Master himself has only these two personal disciples. Mei Yan, this child...... It's more than 300 years old, and it's still so stupid.

At this time, someone is still coming to touch the mold. Xuan Ling was kneeling in front of his master, but at this time, he turned around and bowed his hand to the Venerable Master of the Cloud Sky: "Venerable Master, everything today is caused by Shen Xuan, this person is cunning and treacherous, the death penalty can be avoided, and the living crime cannot be escaped!

Tian Yulian was originally Xuan Ling's fiancée, and he was considered a victim, so it was natural for him to make this request at this time.

No matter how bad the person in the sky is, there is no way to anger Xuan Ling—after all, what Xuan Ling said is right: Shen Xuan, this time he has indeed gone too far!