"Your name is Lan Feng?" Yue Yunzi stared, and his face showed surprise. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Hundreds of years ago, he heard this name and felt it with him, and now when he hears this name again, he can't help but feel a little wave in his heart.

"Yes. Lan Feng bowed slightly.

"You've got a good name. Yue Yunzi smiled slightly, stretched out his old hand, and said, "Give me your sword." ”

Although Lan Feng was a little dazed, he still handed the sword to Yue Yunzi's hand along with the scabbard.

"Wait for me here for a moment. ”

Yue Yunzi took the sword he handed over, walked through the passage, and then turned left and disappeared.

Lan Feng smiled slightly, turned his head and looked towards the ventilation eyes, in front of the two inner disciples, there were six young disciples, their cultivation was different, the highest, the cultivation had reached the late stage of foundation building.

"That's a few Ice Spirit Root disciples, right? Their cultivation is growing so fast. Lan Feng couldn't help but sigh.

I think that when he entered Chu Yunfeng, he had practiced in the colorful space for decades, and he had barely reached the rotation period, although the cultivation in the late stage of foundation building was not high for him now, but it was indeed a bit incredible to be able to reach this cultivation for decades after the establishment of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

"In the cultivation realm, nothing is impossible. ”

Hearing this, Lan Feng turned his head and saw Yue Yunzi holding a turquoise flying sword in his hand, standing behind him at some point.

He glanced at the vents, hugged his fists at Yue Yunzi, and said, "It's time for me to go out." ”

"I don't like to owe others, you accompany the old man here for a few months, this sword will be given to you. Yue Yunzi's fingers lightly touched the edge of the turquoise sword, and a drop of blood dripped from between his fingers, instantly spilling into the sword and disappearing.

With another move of his hand, a scabbard that matched the color of the flying sword slowly appeared in the void, Yue Yunzi's eyes narrowed, and the flying sword was knocked out.

The flying sword entered the sheath and circled in the air twice before landing in front of Lan Feng and being grabbed by Lan Feng.

Lan Feng's eyes flickered, although he didn't know how to judge the quality of the flying sword, but from Yue Yunzi's tone, he could hear that this sword was not ordinary.

"If you still have a chance to enter the Sabre Pavilion, be sure to come and see the old man. Yue Yunzi laughed, his eyes narrowed into a slit, and he lowered his head and said, "You can go." ”

As far as Lan Feng's eyes could see, was the sword frame where the purple gold sword was, his eyes were slightly deep, he hung the scabbard on his waist, and said with a firm expression: "I will come again." ”

Yue Yunzi glanced up at Lan Feng and smiled deeply.

"Lan Feng, do you want us to go up and pick you up?" came the gloomy voice of an inner disciple outside.

"Sir, I'll go first. Lan Feng hugged his fist at Yue Yunzi, then turned around and went downstairs.

After Lan Feng left, Yue Yunzi shook his head, returned to the corner and sat down on the futon by the wall, staring at the empty space beside him, and said with a wry smile: "I'm still thinking about the Purple Gold Sword, if you want to get beautiful things in this world, you always have to pay a price, your heart is too big." ”

When Lan Feng walked out of the Saber Pavilion, he glanced back at the upstairs again, and his complicated gaze was mixed with a trace of the vicissitudes of time.

Although Yue Yunzi's cultivation was a big stage lower than him, his mind was much more mature than him, probably because of his age.

He doesn't look at anyone with worldly eyes, he just wants to live happily, and being able to drink a sip of a century-old wine is enough to make him happy for most of the day.

This kind of person is rare in Lan Feng's impression, and he is even a little strange, but it is precisely because of his appearance that Lan Feng has left the last trace of good impression on this cultivation world of the jungle.

"Can you hurry?" The people in the distance seemed to be waiting a little impatiently, and the two inner disciples who came to greet them had already thrown out the flying swords at their waists, ready to leave at any time.

The blue light flashed in front of him, and Lan Feng turned his eyes to see that the two disciples were not the disciples who sent him here last time, but two new faces, the cultivation was in the early stage of foundation building, and the flying swords under their feet were no longer golden, but dark blue.

"It turns out that the thing that symbolizes status in this sect is the color of the flying sword. Lan Feng guessed in his heart, but he showed a very sorry look on his face, and hurriedly ran forward, panting and said, "I'm sorry, the light on the first floor is too dark, I'm lost." ”

As he spoke, the afterglow swept over the waists of the other six.

Two gray flying swords, one golden flying sword, two blue flying swords, and the last one turned out to be a calm black blue.

"Who is he?" the young man wearing the black and blue flying sword narrowed his eyes.

Hearing the man speak, one of the inner disciples who came over to greet them hurriedly stepped forward and said with a respectful face: "This person is a new mortal disciple this year, Lan Feng. ”

Your eyes flashed, although this black and blue young man was a disciple of the Ice Spiritual Root, his identity should be higher than these two inner disciples.

"The people who can enter the Saber Pavilion are all Ice Spirit Roots, it seems that there is another competitor. The young man raised his eyebrows, suddenly caught a glimpse of the turquoise flying sword at his waist, and frowned, "Shouldn't mortals who don't know spells not be qualified to wear flying swords?"

The inner disciple who had just come forward did not raise his head, and said in a low voice: "The system within the sect has changed this year, and all disciples can wear flying swords when they enter the sect, but they don't have sword spirits. ”

"Sword Immortal, that old immortal guy, don't you feel tired of making so many flying swords all day long?" The disciple snorted lightly, continued to stare at the flying sword on Lan Feng's waist, and sneered, "What color is this?"

Hearing this, all the disciples looked towards Lan Feng's waist one after another, and their faces showed a look of doubt.

Lan Feng was about to explain, when the face of the young man wearing the black and blue flying sword sank, and he shouted loudly: "Sword Immortal, you come out for me!"

After a while, the door of the Saber Pavilion opened, and Yue Yunzi had just walked out of it, when a hazy cyan barrier instantly appeared, blocking his way.

"It turned out to be Jing Yu, what's the matter?" he raised his eyelids, and looked at everyone with a very cold gaze.

"You are the flying sword on this mortal's waist?" Jing Yu looked at Yue Yunzi's gaze, full of disdain.

Yue Yunzi squinted his eyes and glanced at Lan Feng's waist, chuckled, and nodded.

"Our sect's swords don't have this color. Jing Yu frowned slightly.

"yes. Yue Yunzi stroked the beard of the white flower, and said leisurely: "In the past, the sect never said that it would give swords to mortals, and besides, there is no flying sword of the sword spirit, what color is it and what does it matter?

Jing Yu stopped talking, waved his hand and said, "Go down." ”

Yue Yunzi nodded, glanced at Lan Feng before leaving, raised his white eyebrows slightly, and then turned around and disappeared into the gloomy attic.