The staff spirits Wen Yun had seen before were all strange beasts, but this was the first time he had seen one in human form.
But when she thought about the fact that the sword spirits mentioned by the outer courtyard disciples were all stunningly beautiful women, she understood immediately.
It seems that the spirits in the world of cultivation are all in human form.
So before the man could speak, Wen Yun quickly reacted and looked down at him: "I am your master, Wen Yun."
"… "
Ye Shubai fell into a long silence, staring at the girl in front of him with eyes without any sadness or joy.
In his dazzling but short life, too many people had prostrated themselves under his sword. He was the blazing sun hanging high in the sky, and no one dared to look directly at him.
And the girl in front of him actually claimed to be his...
Owner
The most terrifying thing is that Wen Yun has seen too many staff spirits, and they all look emotionless and not very smart, so she is more certain that this is a spirit bred by the Delonix Regia tree.
Empiricism kills.
The intelligence of a newly born staff spirit is roughly the same as that of a child, so Wen Yun patiently encouraged him: "You will definitely become a good staff spirit."
Staff spirit
Ye Shubai's eyes were calm and he said calmly, "I'm not a staff spirit."
Wen Yun is only indifferent to outsiders, but is very easy-going and even doting to his own people.
So she accepted the rebuttal calmly and corrected herself: "Okay, you are not."
I know, in your world of cultivation, it’s called sword spirit.
Spirits are not loyal to their masters after they are born, and they need to cultivate tacit understanding and feelings.
The spirit of Wen Yun's dragon bone staff was an unruly dragon when it was first born. It took her more than ten years to completely tame it.
The first step to taming a spirit is to make it familiar with its own breath.
So she reached out her hand and gently touched the top of the sword spirit's head.
"Don't be afraid, I will treat you well."
However, the next moment, her wrist was held. His body temperature was slightly lower than that of an ordinary person, and his palm was icy cold.
After stopping her rude behavior, he stood up. Wen Yun realized that the sword spirit was very tall and she had to look up to look him in the eye.
Ye Shubai lowered his head and looked at her quietly. He was not a talkative person, so he did not explain much.
As for the words she said which he couldn't understand, he didn't have the slightest curiosity to study them in detail.
He simply made a promise: "You saved me once, so I will protect you for the rest of your life."
This is a promise that will drive the world crazy.
No one can get past Ye Shubai's sword and hurt the people he wants to protect, just as he wanted to protect all the people in the world, and he really did it.
However, Wen Yun's expression was a little strange.
Wen Yun thought for a moment, then corrected him with a serious expression: "It was twice."
"The snow counts as one time, but later on the mountain your true form was pulled out by my senior brother. If I hadn't picked you up and planted you, you would have been gone again."
Ye Shubai was silent for a while, then nodded slightly, agreeing with this statement.
"good."
When the previous staff spirit first appeared, it almost bit Wen Yun to death. This sword spirit was so well-behaved and docile, which made her feel very good.
However, her sword spirit seemed a little miserable, and the bloodstains on her clothes were still the same as they were on the snow.
I guess it's because the Delonix regia is so precious, it has been hunted down and robbed since it was born, so it's covered with scars
Wen Yun looked at him with sympathy: "Since you followed me, I have to be responsible for you. Come here, I will heal you."
Ye Shubai: "No..."
However, Wen Yun had already cast a light healing magic on him.
The way of sword cultivation is the way of killing.
They have always been straightforward, cold and ruthless. Even those who are in the Tribulation Crossing Stage rarely have the means to heal people.
A fine ray of light sprinkled on Ye Shubai, like the warm morning light, making him feel extremely comfortable. The cold and stinging pain on his body that had been there for hundreds of years actually disappeared for a short time.
His fingertips trembled slightly due to this extreme pleasure.
The refusal that was about to come out was swallowed back.
However, the next moment, a soft little hand touched his head lovingly, and this time it rubbed it.
Ye Shubai quickly held her hand, his tone still cold: "Don't cross it."
"… "
Wen Yun withdrew his hand calmly.
Okay, this sword spirit is indeed different. Other spirits really like to be touched on the head by their masters.
This sword spirit was very cold and lacked respect for its master. After enjoying the light magic, it disappeared without a word.
However, Wen Yun, whose head had been bitten by the dragon spirit for more than ten years, had already developed great endurance. As a good master, she still cast a light magic on the poinciana tree before going out the next day.
Unfortunately, that spirit never came out again.
Today's inner sect competition is different from previous ones because almost everyone has been eliminated.
When Wen Yun came over, many people consciously made way for him.
After she displayed her amazing strength yesterday, most of the disciples became much gentler in their attitude towards her, regardless of whether they were convinced or not.
This is how the world of cultivation works, whoever has the faster sword will get respect.
Many people even took the initiative to greet her: "Hello, Junior Sister Wen."
"Which disciple of Feng are you going to challenge today, Junior Sister Wen?"
Wen Yun nodded in response, then narrowed his eyes slightly and looked into the distance, where nine high platforms had been erected at some point.
Seeing Wen Yun watching, a senior sister at the side explained: "Today's rules are different from the past. The direct disciples will be the defenders, and ordinary disciples will have one chance to attack. The loser will be defeated directly. Before sunset, those who stand on the nine high platforms will be qualified for the sword-fighting competition."
Another junior brother beside him shook his head: "Don't dream. It's impossible to take the opportunity from the direct disciples. They have been given the best resources since they entered the sect. How can we compare with them?"
"To put it bluntly, this is just a competition among the peaks. We ordinary disciples can just watch."
The senior sister retorted: "But didn't Junior Sister Wen defeat Senior Brother Lu with one move yesterday?"
The people who were discussing enthusiastically glanced at Wen Yun silently and whispered -
"But Junior Sister Wen is not a normal person."
How could a normal person defeat a Jindan stage cultivator without any cultivation
She is a pervert! We cannot bring perverts into discussions!
Wen Yun: "..."
At this moment, there was a sudden commotion among the crowd in the front.
After Wen Yun defeated Lu Qiansui yesterday, he seemed to have fallen into an autistic state and never appeared again, so the one defending the Third Peak today is another disciple in the Foundation Establishment Stage.
However, at this moment, a person suddenly flew down from the third peak arena.
There were exclamations from the audience: "Someone succeeded in conquering the arena!"
As expected, the person who fell was the direct disciple of the third peak. He stared at the people above with anger, then left with a wave of his sleeves in anger.
Wen Yun took a closer look and felt that the person above him looked vaguely familiar.
The other party also noticed her gaze, bowed to her, and then sat on the ground to recover his spiritual power.
She remembered that the boy was Shen Xinghai who gave her the soft armor that day.
"You can't challenge the third peak in the next half hour."
"But I noticed that the senior brother was also wearing ordinary disciple clothes. If he can do it, then I can do it too!"
Shen Xinghai was in the middle stage of foundation building, the same as that direct disciple. They fought hard for a long time before they narrowly won. So he was different from that pervert like Wen Yun. He was able to arouse people's fighting spirit.
Wen Yun saw several people starting to fly towards the platform. She also narrowed her eyes and her gaze fell on the platform of the first peak.
The person standing there was a woman in a red dress, followed by a group of maids, but it was not Xie Mi'an.
"What a pity." Wen Yun murmured.
She lost interest, but the other party noticed her.
Liu Luoyin narrowed her eyes: "She is Wen Yun?"
As expected, she had a very beautiful face, and her clothes were plain without any decoration, but she was the most eye-catching in the crowd.
She looked at Wen Yun and asked loudly: "You were the one who attacked Senior Brother Lu yesterday?"
Wen Yun ignored her.
However, Liu Luoyin directly controlled the flying sword to block Wen Yun's way. She stood proudly on the high platform and said, "Stop, I want to ask you a question."
The First Peak and the Third Peak have always been on good terms. When they saw Liu Luo standing up for them, someone immediately came to their rescue.
Ming Yuan squeezed in the crowd and wanted to shout along, but just as she was about to open her mouth, she noticed a man with peach blossom eyes standing next to her.
Xu Wanfeng asked her with a smile: "Yuanlian, what do you want to say?"
She shut up wisely.
"Senior Sister Liu, she must have brought a magic weapon to attack Senior Brother Lu!"
"That's right. How could a mortal like her, who doesn't even have any spiritual energy, possibly defeat Senior Brother Lu!"
Wen Yun sneered when he heard this, and said leisurely: "Why don't you go ask your Senior Brother Lu why he is such a loser, but you are here asking me why I am so powerful?"
Liu Luoyin's face darkened: "Don't try to show off your ability to talk here!"
Wen Yun said calmly: "The one who teases first is the cheap one."
Liu Luoyin said angrily: "Do you dare to come on stage and fight me?"
Wen Yun was a little embarrassed and stopped where he was.
The platform was a bit high, and she couldn't use levitation to fly up in front of so many people, but she couldn't climb up either... that would be too shameless.
At this moment, a sword suddenly flew to Wen Yun's feet. She looked closely and found that it was the third senior brother's wife... No, it was a giant sword.
Strange, didn't he say he was going mining today? Why did he come to see her
Wen Yun looked back but didn't find Bai Yushan, so he had to give up and stepped onto the giant sword to climb onto the platform.
The surrounding spirit stones emitted light, isolating the two of them inside to prevent the sword energy fluctuations from accidentally injuring the onlookers.
Liu Luoyin raised his chin slightly and looked at her, and his gaze made Wen Yun very uncomfortable.
She seemed a little surprised: "You dare to come up."
"… "
Wen Yun thought that this man was sick. He just begged her to come up, and now that he really came up, he was acting weird.
She held a firewood wand and said concisely: "The tenth peak, Wenyun."
Liu Luoyin also suppressed the disdain on his face and drew out his sword with a swift movement: "First Peak Senior Sister, Liu Luoyin!"
At the top of the first peak not far away, a middle-aged man and two other old men sat on the ground, drinking tea and watching the fight between the two people below.
Elder Ouyang smiled and shook his head: "Wen Yun is really a good seedling. I want to take her in as my last disciple."
Elder Dongfang nodded: "Although her cultivation has been lost, I have seen that her swordsmanship has a subtle sense of mystery. Zhengxu, what do you think?"
Liu Zhengxu smiled and stroked his beard: "This little girl may have another fate. Luo Yin may have met her match today."
"That may not be the case. Qian Sui was just careless yesterday. Luo Yin may seem impatient but he is actually careful. He has been practicing the Qingyun Sword Technique of the First Peak since he was a child. Although he has not yet broken through the Golden Core stage, his strength is not inferior to Qian Sui. He will definitely not embarrass you today."
The three of them were looking at the audience with a smile when their faces suddenly changed.
"This is?!"
Everyone stared at the stage in amazement.
The sword in Liu Luoyin's hand was surrounded by a half-real and half-illusory red flame. Every strike of the sword was fierce and terrifying, and his power was even greater than that of Lu Qiansui in the Jindan stage!
"You can already control the sword energy before you even form the elixir!"
"As expected of the senior sister of the First Peak!"
Shen Xinghai, who was sitting cross-legged on the third platform, also opened his eyes and looked at the situation over there worriedly.
Junior Sister Wen is in trouble...
Wen Yun's face was as calm as water, his lips opened and closed quickly, and he recited spells silently one after another.
The sword skills used by Liu Luoyin were too fast and flexible, and she was also blessed with spiritual energy, so Wen Yun couldn't even aim at the opponent with his knockback technique.
After quickly applying an agility technique to himself, Wen Yun barely kept up with the opponent's movements and kept dodging.
Liu Luoyin sneered: "Why are you hiding? Aren't you an expert in swordsmanship? Why don't you dare to fight me head-on?"
Wen Yun: I was stupid to use a wooden staff to fight your sword!
Liu Luoyin leaped up, and with a beautiful posture, he chopped down from the sky with the sword in both hands, and a burning flame condensed from the tip of the sword!
The time is now!
Wen Yun did not hesitate, and also held the wand tightly with both hands, calmly reciting the most familiar spell -
"Fireball!"
An astonishingly large solid fireball shot out from the top of the firewood wand and headed straight for another beam of fire in the air!
The temperature at the entire competition site rose sharply, and everyone looked at the exploding flames and the white figure that still stood proudly on the platform in shock.
The three people at the top were also silent for a long time, and they didn't even notice that the teacup had been overturned.
Liu Zhengxu murmured: "That's not sword energy, that's the legendary..."
"Sword Intent Takes Shape!"