The sound of the sword whistling near the sword qi spread throughout the entire Mozong, and no matter whose sword it was, all the Mozong trembled violently.
Even the wooden hairpin stuck in Second Senior Sister's hair trembled undetectably.
The second senior sister stretched out her slender fingers and lightly touched the wooden hairpin, as if to straighten it. Under her touch, the wooden hairpin quickly calmed down.
Mozong Shoufeng, Shen Yan and others had gathered together a long time ago. Lin Chan was their junior sister and a born sword fetus, so they couldn't help paying attention.
Of course, also to open a gamble.
After hearing the sound of Jian Qi approaching the sword, everyone's expressions changed drastically. Shen Yan took the lead and flew towards the Tibetan mountain, and the five of them soon arrived at the foot of the Tibetan mountain.
"Third Master Uncle." Everyone first saluted Zhuge Laifu who was waiting for Lin Chan at the foot of the mountain.
Zhuge Laifu nodded. Like everyone else, he was looking up at the top of Tibetan Mountain.
With their strength, the dense fog on the Tibetan mountain may block their sight, but it definitely cannot block their spiritual perception.
They could sense that the sword energy on the top of the mountain was making sword sounds continuously, it seemed a little urgent, and there was a little bit of dissatisfaction in the urgency.
The sword cry continued for a few more breaths, and then fell silent.
How should I put it, Jian Qijin seemed to be showing restraint, and after making a few sword cries to remind Lin Chan, he quickly chose to be quiet.
It has its own shelf, with a high stance and a bit of a hold.
For some unknown reason, it seems to have taken a fancy to Lin Chan, chose her for the first time, and wanted her to take him away from the Tibetan mountain.
It waited and waited on the top of the mountain, waiting for Lin Chan to climb to the top of the mountain.
When the time comes, it will first float in the air to examine her, and after it has settled its position, it will tremble slightly to show its approval for her. Then, with her excited face, he followed her to leave the Tibetan mountain.
But what it didn't expect was that Lin Chan actually stopped at the Lingjian!
What are you doing!
In fact, even Shen Yan and the others were surprised.
They didn't think they could take away the sword energy before, they hoped that Lin Chan would take away [Fixing Storm]. That is the sword of their senior sisters, the senior sisters they respect!
But just now, Lin Chan didn't seem to have any intention of continuing to climb the mountain. She walked directly towards the broken sword. She didn't stop until the sword energy was almost overwhelmed, and then looked towards the top of the mountain suspiciously.
There was great doubt on the small face.
She seemed to be wondering, how could a sword scream so loudly
"It... its voice is so loud!" Lin Chan said in her heart.
The sudden sound of the sword just now was to her like thunder on the ground. The intensity of the sound was like thunder, which startled the timid Lin Chan, and her thin and small body trembled violently. a bit.
On the contrary, the broken sword in front of him was still as angry as ever, as if it would "die" at any moment.
It is like an old man in his dying years, lying on a sickbed, the vibration of Lin Chan and the faint sound of the sword just now, can be regarded as a flashback.
Lin Chan felt as if she could feel its emotions. It wasn't begging for anything, but...a bit unwilling
Yes, just unwilling.
Lin Chan now faces two choices.
One is the broken sword in front of her, a lingering sword.
The second is the sword energy suspended on the top of the mountain, a sword with high spirits.
The two seem to be two extremes!
And under the sound of Jian Qijin's sword sound, all the swords on the entire Tibetan mountain fell silent, as if they had succumbed to the obscenity of Jian Qijin.
The [Fixing Storm] also chose to be quiet, because it is Yan Shu's sword, and Yan Shu is Yan Li's first disciple, and its relationship with Jian Qi is different from other swords.
Only this broken sword is still making a faint call, conveying his will.
It is not reconciled!
It is really not reconciled!
It's just that I don't know if it is unwilling to die, or it is unwilling to do other things.
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Back mountain, cave.
Listening to Maonanbei's description, Lu Xun couldn't help but frown slightly.
"Broken sword? Where did the broken sword come from?" He couldn't help but ask.
In fact, it has only been a few months since he climbed the mountain last time.
He remembered very clearly that when he was climbing the mountain, there was no such broken sword on the mountain.
Broken Sword is so special, if it was on the mountain at that time, Lu Xun would have noticed it at a glance.
It's as if a severely disabled person suddenly appeared in a row of able-bodied people, it was too obvious.
The weirdest thing is that even if this sword is broken, even if the sword spirit is dying, it still has the level of a high-grade spirit sword. So, before it is intact, it is at least a fairy sword, at least purple!
During this period of time in the Demon Sect, did any cultivators who possessed a purple-level fairy sword die
No!
Where did this extra sword come from
All of this reveals a little bit of weirdness, and I always feel that there is something hidden in it!
Lu Xun asked in a low voice, "Did Little Cicada continue climbing the mountain?"
"No." Maonanbei's expression turned serious.
That is the sword energy is close! On the mountain, the sword energy was warmed to the extreme by the elder brother with the sword raising technique!
"Why is she still hesitating? She's so anxious!" Sitting Maonanbei couldn't help stamping his feet, but because he was too short and his legs were too short, he just kicked in the air, which looked a little funny and cute.
On the contrary, after thinking for a while, Lu Xun took a deep breath and said, "Little Cicada was born with a sword. She has a very sensitive perception of swords. Maybe she saw something that we couldn't."
"Little brother! That's the sword energy!" Maonanbei widened his cat eyes, his cat ears stood straight, and his face was serious.
"I know, but it's better to follow Xiao Chan'er's own mind, as long as she likes it." Lu Xun said: "What's more, she is the only one who can make decisions on the Tibetan mountain."
Lu Xun actually asked himself just now, if Lin Chan took the broken sword, how would I feel
He felt that he would be disappointed for a while, but not angry or dissatisfied.
This little mute has already suffered so much. As her master, Lu Xun hopes that she can live a smooth and happy life in the future.
After getting along for this period of time, he loves her from the bottom of his heart.
She wants this broken sword, so take it!
Isn't it just to receive less mission rewards, wait for the public beta and then come back with double pits on sand sculpture players, what's the big deal
As for the proximity of the sword qi... you put on airs! Your wife ran away with me, and you still have a stinky face! What are you arrogant about! And posing!
By the way, he also warned himself: "If Xiao Chan'er chooses Broken Sword later, when she comes back, I must pretend to be very satisfied and don't hit her. At that time, the expression must be in place, and I must show it. At the actor-level level, this little girl is actually delicate!"
After completing the psychological preparation, Lu Xun sat with Maonanbei and waited for Lin Chan's choice.
And Lin Chan on the Tibetan mountain quickly made her own decision!
She glanced at the top of the mountain again, then crouched resolutely and took a step forward, stretching her hand towards the broken sword.
This lingering broken sword reminded her of her grandfather before he passed away.
Grandpa was lying on the sickbed at that time, with a breath in his mouth, looking at himself weakly, and kept saying: "I dare not die, dare not die..."
He is worried about his dumb granddaughter, so even if he has only one breath left, he is still fighting.
This broken sword is also fighting.
It's just that manpower is sometimes poor, but grandpa died after all.
But this sword is different.
Lin Chan had an intuition that she seemed...can help it
She didn't forget the words of the beautiful master. Just now when the sword qi was about to emit the sound of the sword, she relied on the special nature of her natural sword fetus to feel it carefully.
Then, she made her own judgment:
—This broken sword, if it is not too weak now, is absolutely no worse than the sword on the top of the mountain!
She felt that this broken sword was the best sword on the mountain!
Although Jian Qi was very arrogant recently, Lin Chan was always a polite child, just like when she rejected other magic weapons before, she also bowed slightly towards the top of the mountain to express her apology, and then directly held the broken sword Hilt!
A white light enveloped her and teleported her out.
The sword energy on the top of the mountain was obviously stunned, and there was another sword cry, which seemed a little out of breath.
Did not choose me! ? They didn't choose me!
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But Lin Chan had been teleported to the foot of the mountain.
White light flickered, and Lin Chan's thin figure emerged, her thin arm tightly holding the broken sword.
In the wooden house at the foot of the Tibetan mountain, the dumb old man did not walk out of the wooden house. He had a gratified smile on his face, then slowly bent down, bowed deeply in the direction of Lin Chan, and made a big salute. And he never got up.
And on the top of the back mountain, a gentleman in white stood outside the small study, looking up at the white clouds in the sky, with a faint smile on his face, and...
—Deep memory.
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(ps: The second update, asking for monthly tickets and recommended tickets on Monday~~~)