As he spoke, the sixth disciple finally had no choice but to retreat, and so far, the only one among the Kunlun Sword Cultivator disciples who had not played was Murong Ying. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Previously, when Huang Chang inexplicably caused the spirit sword to resonate, some people were not convinced, after all, this Senior Brother Huang still has no mana. But for Murong Ying, this group of sword cultivation disciples generally admired him more - Murong Ying's family swordsmanship was extremely powerful, and he was born with the most suitable Jinxing talent for cultivating the natal sword, and he was recognized as the most suitable person to become a sword cultivator among this group of Western Kunlun disciples.

So before Murong Ying went up, everyone expressed their blessings to him:

"Senior Brother Murong, it's up to you!"

"Murong, work hard!"

"You must come back with a spirit sword!"

In the face of the encouragement of the senior brothers, Murong Ying showed a wry smile on her face, obviously not sure. But at this time, Huang Chang grabbed him and took him aside to whisper:

"Murong, you'll be like this later...... ...... like this"

Hearing Huang Chang's instructions, Murong Ying showed a rather surprised look on his face:

"Will this work?"

"Let's try anyway. ”

The two muttered a few words, and Murong Ying stood up. First, he practiced a set of swordsmanship like the previous brothers, but he also failed to arouse any vision. After that, he stood in front of Xu Zhengqian and Xu Zhangmen, who asked him the same questions as the previous ones:

"Why do you practice swordsmanship?"

The answers of the first few people in front of this question are all the same, which is nothing more than to act chivalrous and uphold the righteousness of the world. It's all high-sounding, but it's not very effective. And Murong Ying closed his eyes slightly after thinking for a moment, and responded:

"I practice swordsmanship, and I do four. ”

"Set your heart for heaven and earth!"

As soon as these unusual words came out, the surrounding atmosphere suddenly became very solemn, and the eyes of all the disciples widened.

"Make a life for the people!"

At this time, even Xu Zhengqian and Chang Qingzi raised their eyebrows, and there was a faint sound of tremors in the surrounding sword forest.

"For the sake of the saints, continue to learn!"

The sound in the sword forest was loud, like wind and thunder. Just as everyone could see, there were dozens of spirit swords buzzing around the sword pool alone.

"Peace for all generations!"

As soon as Murong Ying's words fell, he heard a clear sigh, like the sound of a crane in the Nine Heavens, and then saw a blue light rising from the sword forest, flying around Murong Ying for several turns, and finally hanging lightly in front of him, but it was a slender sword that was only two fingers wide and shaped like a leek leaf. The sword has no hilt or wedge - the flying sword does not need to be held. Only a sword as smooth as satin emitted a layer of green hazy aura, like mist, reflecting the blue of people's heads and faces.

There was an uproar all around, and all the disciples were cheering. And Murong Ying himself was even more excited, and he didn't even know how to put his hands and feet, or Xu Zhengqian next to him, Xu Zhengqian, the head of Xu, saw more about this situation, and still maintained a calm attitude, stroked his beard, and smiled indifferently:

"Senior Murong and nephew really have an organic fate, this sword is called 'Leek Leaf Qingshuang', it is the legacy of a Qi refining disciple of the Great Perfection Stage in my Qishan in the past, at that time, he had actually raised this flying sword to the Fa Yuan stage, almost to the point of a magic weapon. It's a pity that he fell short when he crossed the thunder tribulation, and his body died, leaving this treasure in the sword mound. Today, since Master Murong is fortunate to have been favored by this sword and is considered the new master, as long as you can truly make it obey you, you don't have to specifically improve the quality of the natal sword before you go to Fa Yuan in the future. ”

As soon as he said this, the surrounding Kunlun disciples all turned red, their breathing was short, and their feelings of envy and jealousy were simply mentioned—they had directly reached the magic weapon of the Fa Yuan Stage! What was the most difficult thing to cultivate a sword? It was the most difficult to improve the quality of the Natal Sword! Even if the Kunlun disciples were wealthy and had a sect to rely on, it would not be easy to make up enough materials for the Fa Yuan Flying Sword. At least after more than ten years of accumulation, after completing a large number of tasks for the sect, you can get the corresponding rewards from the sect.

And Murong Ying actually crossed this level straightforwardly! In the future, he only needs to concentrate on improving his own strength, and he can only break through the Fa Yuan Heavenly Pass wholeheartedly, how can this not make people jealous to the point of madness!

Under the sight of a scorching heat that was almost burning, Murong Ying followed Master Xu's instructions, carefully put his middle finger up, let the flying sword cut his finger, and dripped a few drops of fingertip blood on the "Leek Leaf Green Frost" sword - according to their immortal cultivators' practice techniques, the fingertips are connected to the heart veins, and the fingertip blood is equivalent to the blood in the heart.

As soon as these few drops of crimson blood went up, they immediately faded and disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if they had been absorbed into the body of the sword, which was the most commonly used blood sacrifice ritual for monks to receive magic weapons. And after this ceremony, the Qingshuang Sword became more and more lively and agile, flying back and forth around Murong Ying's side several times, but finally it still gently fell into Murong Ying's raised palms, as if an infatuated girl jumped into the arms of her lover.

As soon as Murong Ying's actions ended, the surrounding Kunlun disciples surrounded him with a "boom", and the big guys were talking about everything. Rao is Murong Ying's most cold-faced and cold-hearted person on weekdays, but he can't put on a cool face at this time, so he can only laugh and make a lot of promises to invite him to eat and drink, and finally took the time to quietly say "thank you" to Huang Chang.

Huang Chang smiled lightly: What words of thanks do we brothers have? Murong Ying really didn't express it too strongly-he wasn't good at this in the first place, so it was enough to put it in his heart.

At this time, the disciples next to him also remembered the whispers between Huang Chang and Murong Ying before, and suddenly one of them was disgruntled:

"Senior Brother Huang is biased! There is obviously a good way, but he only tells Senior Brother Murong one!"

Huang Chang hurriedly waved his hand and said:

"Don't talk nonsense, just now I just let Murong calm down and keep calm. ”

"But Senior Brother Murong can say such a bold oath, it must have been taught by you, Senior Brother Huang—you are the only one among us who has read so many books!"

The disciple still didn't give up, and Huang Chang also resigned to the end and resolutely denied it:

"How can this be reasonable, how can this psychic sword be deceived by just a few bold words? It is always Murong himself who is sincere in his heart to be able to induce the spirit sword to recognize the master. Otherwise, there are so many Qishan disciples who have come to take an oath over the years, and if the senior teacher can take away a spirit sword by teaching a few words casually, this Qishan Sword Shrine will not be aired long ago!"