Yun Feng looked in the direction pointed by the Pear Blossom Flying Sword, and a sword with a red body and purple flames was slanted into the ground.

This is Elder Left Bank Yu's Zixiao Immortal Sword, Elder Left Bank Yu is still in the sect to this day, as one of the Supreme Elders of the Phantom Sword Sect, he can't go out of retreat on weekdays, and he is dedicated to cultivating the Dao, just to impact the Dao Venerable realm.

The Zixiao Immortal Sword was forged by the Shui Qingdao people themselves, and was forged from the Immortal True Fire of Zixiao Immortal Mountain and 10,000 years of red gold. The Houshui Qingdao people disappeared for no reason, and Zuo Anyu, who was the grandson of the disciple, moved the Zixiao Immortal Sword to the sword mound for the younger disciples to pay respects to.

Yun Feng slowed down for a while, and only after his spiritual power had recovered slightly did he come closer to observe. The body of the Zixiao Immortal Sword was not straight, but in the shape of a serpentine curve. The purple flame is also different from other strange fires, it does not emit any scorching aura, and the burning flames are windless and automatic, and there is a sense of strangeness.

Yun Feng stared at the purple flames, becoming more and more engrossed, until he even forgot that he was in the sword mound at the end. His spiritual power gradually stagnated, his heartbeat slowly slowed, and his breathing began to gradually stop.

A feeling of suffocation suddenly came, and Yun Feng suddenly came back to his senses, and coughed several times in a row. He was a little dizzy, his chest was tight, and he didn't expect this purple flame to be able to capture people's souls unconsciously.

A young man's sigh came from the Zixiao Immortal Sword: "If you fail the test, with your cultivation, you can't take away a single sword from this layer." ”

Even if the Zixiao Sword Spirit didn't say it, Yun Feng already knew in his heart that he was still too greedy and couldn't fight against the Heavenly Spirit Weapon with his own strength. He secretly regretted that he shouldn't have come to the sword shrine too early. But since there is no turning back, I can only fly to the seventh layer.

Yun Feng entered the seventh floor with the last glimmer of hope, and there was only an empty room in front of him. There was not a single sword in the entire seventh layer, and he opened the pupil of hope to check, and his eyes were still empty. Yun Feng shook his head helplessly, walked to the exit and looked back unwillingly, and walked out of the seventh attic after confirming that the room was empty.

The entire sword mound had its own teleportation formation, and as soon as he walked out of the seventh floor, he was immediately teleported outside the main entrance. At this time, in the seventh-floor room, a white sword shadow slowly emerged, and a distant and ethereal voice came out: "The pupil of Wangqi, it's a pity that I have only cultivated to the first layer, and I can't detect the true body of the deity." With that, the shadow of the sword gradually disappeared.

Yun Feng stood outside the sword mound, his eyes a little glazed. He was very bored when he returned empty-handed, and there was only one chance to enter the sword shrine, and if he missed it this time, the opportunity was over.

He looked at the word "sword mound" on the door, and suddenly noticed the broken sword on the word "mound". This sword looks like jade but not jade, like stone not stone, only half of the sword body, the edges and corners of the fracture have been weathered and smoothed, and it looks very old.

His heart moved, since this was an ownerless sword, it was better to bring it back than to leave it here and let the wind and rain blow.

Looking around, Yun Feng found a long rock from the cave near the sword mound and sharpened it into a broken sword with the Thunderbolt Five Elements Sword. Then he flew down and took down the broken sword from the plaque, and placed the newly made stone sword in its original place. He pressed the stone sword with his hand and fixed it completely before he was relieved. From a distance, it is not much different from before.

There was a cold breath from the broken sword in his hand, and Yun Feng didn't have time to take a closer look, so he quickly left the sword shrine like a thief. It wasn't until he walked out of the Phantom Sword Cave Mansion that he breathed a sigh of relief and looked at it carefully.

The broken sword was three inches wide and two feet long, and its material was unknown. The body of the sword is covered with criss-crossing cracks, and the five seal characters of "Wanyi Tianfeng" are engraved on the hilt, and the whole sword looks extremely simple and extraordinary.

Yun Feng's mind was desperately searching for information about these words, in the Phantom Sword Sect and even in the entire history of Tiannan, there was no such sect as a sect, and there was no person like Tianfeng.

"Either way, it's rewarding. Yunfeng comforted himself. He put away the broken sword, quickly left the Phantom Sword Cave Mansion, and ran towards the Falling Sword Peak.

A breeze blew, and the originally stable stone sword on the plaque of the sword mound actually fell from above. In the vacant position, a broken sword identical to that taken by Yun Feng appeared out of thin air, making the entire plaque look the same as the original, as if nothing had happened.

The Jade Maiden Peak is far away from the Falling Sword Peak, and you need to pass through the Sunset Peak and the Falling Moon Peak before you can reach it. The clouds and wind returned to their hearts like arrows, and they almost didn't stop running all the way. When passing by the mountainside of Luoyue Peak, a familiar shadow stopped him, and Shui Ling'er's crisp voice came: "Yunfeng, don't come unharmed." ”

Yun Feng looked at Shui Ling'er's smart eyes and lively demeanor, and remembered all the things he had done to go to Firefox Mountain together. Feeling her majestic spiritual cultivation, she hugged her fists and said, "Congratulations to Senior Sister Ling'er for building a successful foundation." Shui Ling'er stretched out her snow-white hands and said rudely: "Senior Brother Yun, I want a gift." ”

Yun Feng took out some demon pills and precious herbs obtained from the secret realm and handed them to Shui Ling'er. To his surprise, Shui Ling'er didn't accept it, but pushed it back to him and said, "I don't lack these, let's change to others." ”

Yun Feng thought for a while, took out an empty bottle from the ring, separated a few drops of the Xuan Ice Water in his body, and put it into the bottle and said, "This is the Xuan Ice Water, you are the body of the Water Spirit Root, and after absorbing it, you can improve your cultivation qualification and cultivation speed." ”

Shui Ling'er took the vial, feeling the heavy water elemental breath inside, and was a little shocked in her heart. It is the master's spiritual weapon snow slashing sword, and the water element contained in it is not as good as what happened here.

Such a precious thing, Yun Feng actually gave it to herself without hesitation, and she was moved in her heart. I didn't want to refuse, but when I thought of the fact that Senior Sister Butterfly Dance mentioned that he and Ye Luoxue exchanged tokens, I was jealous. She grabbed the bottle and said angrily, "Senior Brother Yun is so good at pleasing girls." After saying that, he turned his head and left.

Yun Feng was stunned, a little unclear. Looking at Shui Ling'er's distant back, he shook his head and continued to walk towards Luojian Peak.

Shui Ling'er walked and walked, her expression suddenly changed from anger to loneliness, and she muttered to herself: "I hope you and Senior Sister Ye can achieve positive results as soon as possible." ”

The scenery of Luojian Peak is famous for its colorful and handsome scenery. On the tall and steep peaks, bright red fire thunder bamboos and emerald green colewood pine grow intertwined. Above the snow line, red, green and white overlap and scatter, forming a beautiful picture.

On the top of the peak, surrounded by all the peaks, is where the Sword Lake is located. Before seeing its mountain, first looking at its sword, Yunfeng saw the towering giant sword inserted upside down in the sword lake from a distance. Walking into Luojian Peak, the disciples in the peak led by Li Shufeng and Chen En were already waiting at the mountain gate.

Yun Feng stepped forward quickly and hugged Li Shufeng tightly. Li Shufeng said excitedly: "Senior Brother Yun, it's good." Yun Feng was also busy with mixed feelings, and asked one after another: "Master, how is his old man, and Senior Brother Leng Yu is in the peak?"

Li Shufeng replied: "Everything is fine in the peak, Senior Brother Leng has not yet turned around, but Senior Sister Linglong, who received him, has received news that she will return to the sect in the near future." ”

Yun Feng had always been worried about Senior Brother Leng Yu's identity as a ghost cultivator, but now that he was confirmed that he was safe and sound, he was relieved. Li Shufeng continued: "Master and Senior Brother Wushuang also have a master, who is already waiting in the Sword Lake Xiaozhu, Senior Brother Yun will come with me. ”

After Yun Feng and the other fellow disciples greeted him one by one, he hurriedly followed Li Shufeng to Jianhu Xiaozhu.