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

"The Sword Mountain has been in turmoil recently, and there may be an ancient fairy sword born."

"However, the birth of the fairy sword may predict good or bad luck, and the calamity is measured here. My sword sect was originally helping Tianjiao..."

The old man with the sword on his back said slowly.

After about half an hour, Wei Zian finally understood the general idea.

The so-called fairy sword was born because it broke away from the shackles of the seal, but the people of Jianzong didn't know what kind of sword it was. In order to avoid trouble, they wanted to send the sword out.

To Tianjiao who can pass the test, to a real swordsman genius.

But Wei Zian always felt that there was something obedient in it.

Such a precious fairy sword, why give it to others?He still understands the reason why fat and water don't flow into outsiders' fields.

Giving such a sword to others is still the kind without asking for anything in return. You don't need to use your brain to know that this is unrealistic.

And, why should outsiders be present?
It wasn't until Wei Zian turned his head and looked at the elder brother behind him that he understood the general idea.

It turns out that senior brother asked me to join in the fight for the fairy sword...

Hearing the words of the elders of the Lishan Sword Sect, Fu Ling suddenly understood.

"So, do you have any objections?"

The old man with the sword on his back held the sword in both hands and asked with a smile.

"No."

"can."

Amidst the echoes, a voice was particularly harsh.

"I have an objection."

The plump woman standing at the back spoke.

When everyone heard this, they turned their heads.

"Xiyue, what do you think?"

The old man with the sword turned around and asked.

"I think..." the plump woman said: "These children should not be allowed to wait and see, but should be allowed to join in the process of capturing the fairy sword."

"Cultivators are going against the sky. It's normal to die on the road." The plump woman's face paused, "But if they don't even know the danger, they will always be flowers in the greenhouse."

"Then they don't even have the qualifications to die on the road."

The old man with the sword on his back was slightly silent, as if he was carefully considering the pros and cons.

The idea put forward by the plump woman can be said to run counter to the practice method advocated by the Lishan Sword Sect, and the Lishan Sword Sect has always followed such a practice rule.

Let the disciples practice to a certain level first, and then arrange trials for them, gradually approaching the real life-and-death crisis, step by step, from easy to difficult.

This method has been used for thousands of years, and it is the same for many big sects.But this method also has an extremely fatal weakness, that is, the growth rate of monks is too slow.

Moreover, the adaptability and ability to accept are too poor, which once disappointed the elders of the sect.

But now times have changed, and the monks cultivated in this way do grow faster, and the death rate is extremely high.

Once you are not careful, you will easily lose your personal wealth.

The old man with the sword on his back was silent for a while. As the suzerain, he shouldered too much responsibility.

If you choose this path, ZTE can say that if it is true that most of Tianjiao is dead and no sword fairy comes out, then it will really be infamous for thousands of years.

While watching the silence, Yan Feng who had been silent all this time suddenly said, "I think it's okay."

The old man with the sword turned his head to look at Yan Feng when he heard the words, and the other elders also set their eyes on him.

"Swordsman, should go forward indomitably, even if there are tigers on the mountain, I prefer to walk on the mountain of tigers."

"If a swordsman wants to violate the meaning of the sword itself, then his swordsmanship is destined to not last long."

"I don't know what to do with the sect's plan?"

Hearing what the senior brother said, Wei Zi'an was slightly taken aback. It turned out that the old man with the sword sticking out was actually the suzerain of the Lishan Sword Sect. No wonder his painting style was different from other people's.

"Since you all think so, that's what the people want." The old man with the sword on his back smiled and said, "As suzerain, I will still support everyone's choice."

"This sect is not mine alone, I just hope that it can really make the sect better and better."

After saying this, the old man with the sword on his back sighed, shook his head sadly and said, "Everyone, you guys are going to finalize the details. I still have something to do, so I won't accompany you."

After the suzerain left, the plump woman just now took over the right to speak logically.

After another half an hour, the discussion finally came to an end.

Yan Feng closed his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep, but the almost solid sword energy around him showed that...he was indeed asleep.

Good guy, brother is actually fishing.

Wei Zian's eyes widened, and he reached out to poke the senior sister who was listening with gusto.

"Hey?"

Fu Ling who was interrupted was a little unhappy, but when she saw that her senior was blatantly fishing, she immediately tore off a page and recorded the scene.

"Senior sister, can you understand what they said?"

Wei Zi'an asked in disbelief. The conversations of the elders of the Sword Sect were naturally related to swords. As a swordsman, he was a bit confused, let alone a senior sister who was not a swordsman.

"Of course I can understand it." Fu Ling shook her head, quite proudly, "The Dao is fifty, the sky is fourty-nine, and humans escape one. In a sense, humans themselves are a kind of lost Tao, so naturally they can hear it." Understand."

Fine.

You know a lot, and what you say makes sense.

Wei Zian curled his lips helplessly, but couldn't find a reason to refute.

"Then let's arrange it as soon as possible."

After leaving this sentence, the plump woman disappeared in a hurry, but Wei Zi'an noticed that when she left, she glanced at the senior brother who was blatantly fishing.

Those eyes didn't seem to be angry, but some seemed to be complaining, or resentment.

Could it be that senior brother is having an affair with this beautiful elder?
Wei Zi'an's eyes shone brightly, as if he had discovered a new continent.

"What are you looking at, little junior brother." Fu Ling brought her head closer, but Wei Zian pushed her away.

"cut."

Fuling snorted, hugged her arms together and almost engraved my anger on my face.

However, Wei Zi'an pretended not to see this, and turned his gaze to the side.

Suddenly, a hand pressed his shoulder, and then a familiar voice came from his ear.

"Let's go, arrange accommodation for you."

At some point, Yan Feng, who was fishing, woke up with a little tiredness on his face.

"Brother what happened?"

Wei Zi'an wondered, logically speaking, monks in this realm shouldn't feel tired.

"fine."

Yan Feng forced out a smile, reached out and rubbed Wei Zian's head.

"Don't hold on."

Fu Ling suddenly spoke.

"Do not worry."

Yan Feng stretched his waist, "I can recover after a sleep."

"Arrange accommodation for you first."

Afterwards, Wei Zi'an and Fu Ling stayed in under the arrangement of the elder brother.

Unexpectedly, this stay is three days.