Fantastic Fantasy: The Daughter of Cloud Raising Luck at the Opening

"This is our sword washing pool."

Bai Shao pointed to the dark pond in front of him and said.

"There is a reason here. It is said that our founding master, the Supreme Immortal, scattered his sword here. The supreme sword intent in his body is here. However, except for Elder Yan Feng, no one has been able to feel it so far."

"There is an imitation of the patriarch's sword."

Wei Zi'an looked in the direction of his fingers, and saw a huge boulder with a wide blade in the form of a sword. Unlike ordinary swords with the tip facing down, the tip of this sword was facing upwards.

The sharp sword blade, even if it is so light as water vapor, is thrown towards the world to show its sharpness, as if to tell the injustice to this world.

"Can everyone use this Sword Washing Pond?" Fu Ling asked.

"Yes." Zhang Fuling said hastily, "Anyone who comes to the Lishan Sword Sect can use the Sword Cleansing Pond to wash their swords for free. This is a rule passed down from our ancestors."

"Ah."

Fu Ling glanced at Wei Zi'an, and shook her head regretfully.

Seeing this, Bai Shao asked curiously, "I don't know why Mr. Fu Ling and Mr. Xiao came to Jianzong?"

Wei Zian shook his head, the brother just said to let him come, but he really didn't know why.

Fu Ling also shook her head, saying that she was invited by the elder brother.

Hearing this, the two little girls nodded, and led the two of them around Lishan Sword Sect.

Finally, in the evening, Bai Shao suddenly exclaimed and opened the Communication Jade Talisman.

"Elder Yan Feng has returned and is waiting in the ancestral temple." Bai Shao said.

"Jongmyo?"

Wei Zian was slightly startled, isn't this a place to worship ancestors?

Not to mention what the ancestral temple has, I'm afraid they don't even have the qualifications to enter.The ancestral temple has always been an extremely important place, whether it is for a country or a sect, as long as it is a place where inheritance exists.

"Zongmiao...is there something wrong?"

Fuling Liu frowned slightly, a trace of hesitation flashed across her face.

"The two gentlemen misunderstood." Bai Shao explained with a smile: "Our Jianzong's ancestral temple is slightly different from the secular one."

"It can be understood as a hall."

Zhang Fuling on the side said.

"Then let's go."

Seeing that the doubts of the two were gone, Bai Shao gently raised her hand, and put on a gesture of invitation to lead the way ahead.

The sword sect is very big, and there are countless mountains of swords just to bury the sword, and there are countless young sword practitioners encountered along the way.

Maybe this is the background of a sect.

The remnant clouds hung halfway across the sky, amidst the sound of clanging swords, a cry of screaming suddenly resounded through the sky.

The white crane is like a group of pure white clouds, floating towards it.

The two of them, together with a crane, soon arrived at the ancestral temple of the Lishan Sword Sect.

This place is slightly different from what I imagined. There are no neatly arranged tables and chairs, only a sword stuck on the ground.

"coming."

Yan Feng has been waiting for a long time.

"Meet the elder."

The two little girls saluted together.

"Yeah." Yan Feng nodded lightly, "Since we're here, let's join over there."

Together?
The two little girls were stunned, but they were still willing to stay with the disciples of the academy for a while.

"Brother, have you caught that fairy sword?"

Wei Zian was a little curious, he really wanted to see what the so-called fairy sword looked like.

As soon as this remark came out, everyone cast their eyes on Yan Feng, expecting him to give a satisfactory result.

"No."

Yan Feng had a rare look of sadness on his calm face, "This fairy sword is probably the sword with the strongest spirituality."

Yan Feng sighed, and said fortunately, "Fortunately, it's not the most powerful Zhu Xian."

Zhu Xian?

I've heard it a little bit.

Wei Zi'an said: "Then what might this sword be?"

"Streamer."

Before the elder brother could speak, Fu Ling couldn't wait to say: "It is said that the Lishan Sword Sect has ten immortal swords, among which the most spiritual sword is Liu Guang."

"The one with the most lethal power is Zhu Xian. But now, I am afraid that this sword full of aura is the only one left."

As soon as the words fell, both Zhang Fuling and Bai Shao's expressions changed. They never expected that a person from a foreign sect could understand so many secret secrets of their sect.

But when they thought that the man was the second gentleman of the academy, they felt relieved, as expected of a student of the academy.

"The little girl has a good opinion."

Suddenly, a strong voice sounded, which was particularly prominent in the quiet ancestral temple.

"Brother."

Yan Feng nodded slightly when he heard this.

"I have seen the elders."

Bai Shao and Zhang Fuling bowed together to salute.

Seeing this, Wei Zi'an was about to salute when he was stopped by his senior sister's eyes.

Now that they are the senior brothers and sisters of the big brother, and they are also the disciples of the academy, they should not salute, at least they have the same status as the big brother.

hum-

The sound of the sword vibrates, and the red light soars to the sky!
A stream of sky-reaching sword energy shot up from the sword body inserted into the ground, and the light streaked across the darkness, and the whole world was filled with light.

Six figures appeared in the ancestral temple, all with swords behind their backs, of different ages.

Among them, the oldest one was carrying five or six swords, and his waist was bent down.

"This little brother's sword intent seems quite interesting."

The old man with the sword on his back laughed.

"Hiss, it's so terrifying."

"Peerless qualifications, the ancestor is alive!"

"The rivers and lakes have been silent for a long time in my generation, and now I am afraid that a new sword god will be born."

Hearing the bragging of the old senior, Wei Zian blinked a little confused, always feeling that something was not quite right.

"It's been a while."

Yan Feng spoke softly.

There was a moment of silence in the ancestral temple.

After a long while.

"Hahaha." The old man with the sword on his back laughed and said, "Isn't this a rare encounter with a good seed..."

"The wine is gone." Yan Feng said coldly.

"Eh..." The old man with the sword on his back paused, and re-examined Wei Zi'an, "It seems that I am not very good."

"That's it."

All the elders behind him responded.

Wei Zi'an's face darkened.

Good guy, is this using me as a tool?

"Pfft."

Fu Ling couldn't hold back, covered her mouth and laughed lightly.

"Cough cough."

Yan Feng's eyes drooped, and he pretended to be nonchalant and cleared his throat.

"..."

Wei Zian's face froze, senior brother, can you pretend to be a little more fake?

When the matter came to this point, Fu Ling also vaguely understood something, her big bright eyes rolled around, and she looked at the people in the ancestral temple with great interest.

Upon receiving the signal, the old man with the sword on his back laughed loudly and said, "Since everyone is here, let's start today's discussion."

"Do you have any objections?"

"can."

"agree."

"Seconded."

Yan Feng put his hands on the hilt of the sword, with a faint smile on his face, and said softly: "Yes."

The old man with the sword on his back scanned the audience, and paused slightly when he saw Wei Zi'an standing behind Yan Feng.

"In that case, let's get started."