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

The Lishan Sword Sect has a pleasant scenery and strong aura. From time to time, there are sword celestials walking in the air, and there are monsters sitting withered before the moon, with only a sword beside them.

At first, Wei Zi'an was amazed by this scene, but later he realized after the senior brother's explanation that these monsters holding swords are the outer disciples of the Lishan Sword Sect, as long as they can transform into form, they can become Lu Ce monk on the mountain.

From what the senior brother said, almost every sect in the world has such regulations, except for the southern country which has been in turmoil all the time.

However, it seemed that only the Lishan Sword Sect could have such a strange scene.

At first, Wei Zian watched from afar, but then he became friends with the monster who watched the moon all day long.

It was a little monkey with blond hair, a straw hat on its head, an old windbreaker behind it, and a wooden sword in its hand.

The little monkey is smart and intelligent, but it has never changed its form. Wei Zian gave him a majestic name—Sun Dasheng out of the thoughts of a friend.

The little monkey was very happy, so every day when it got dark, he came to the top of the mountain to meditate, and chatted with Wei Zi'an by the way.

"Brother Wei, do you believe that I will become a famous swordsman?" The little monkey asked earnestly.

"I believe."

Wei Zi'an's words cheered up the little monkey, and happily played a set of mad swordsmanship.

"Then how big a swordsman do you think it will be?"

These words made the little monkey fall into deep thought, and he paced on the spot with his face tightly wrinkled and his hands clasped behind his hands.

After a while, the little monkey seemed to have firmed up his inner thoughts.

Looking up at Wei Zi'an, he said, "About this big sword fairy."

The little monkey opened his arms vigorously, about the size of half of Wei Zi'an's body.

"too small."

Wei Zian shook his head lightly, and looked into the distance, "You are Sun Dasheng, in my world, you are a very powerful person."

"How big is it?" The little monkey's eyes were full of expectation.

Wei Zi'an pondered for a while, and put his hands in front of the little monkey's eyes, "What did you see?"

"Mountain, big mountain." The little monkey said.

"Correct."

Wei Zian nodded vigorously, "You must at least become such a big sword fairy."

"it is good!"

The little monkey clenched his hands and nodded vigorously.

……

"what happened?"

Hearing the voice from behind, Wei Zian regained his composure, shook his head and said, "It's okay."

"Ah."

Fu Ling thought that the younger brother wanted a wife a little bit, so she didn't say much, after all, she couldn't be his daughter-in-law.

The two sat on the cliff, and the cold evening wind blew from the bottom of the mountain, making people shiver uncontrollably.

Eldest brother seems to be injured, it is said that he will leave the customs tomorrow, and because of this, the time for sealing the ancient fairy sword was extended by one day.

The little monkey hadn't shown up for two days, Wei Zi'an was a little regretful, and also a little inexplicably disappointed.

He always felt that Sun Dasheng should go further.

"Tomorrow is the sword sealing ceremony, do you have confidence?"

Fu Ling dangled her white and tender feet, and the crisp bell sounded very pleasant.

"Yes, it should."

Wei Zi'an nodded and shook his head, he had never seen the candidates for the sword sealing ceremony, where would he know if he could do that?
"No, it's okay, brother said that he will give you a sword that is enough to satisfy you."

Wei Zian blinked: "So brother asked me to come because he wanted to equip me with a sword?"

"Of course."

Fu Ling smiled and said: "Your sword is broken, senior brother once went to help you, but you were saved by master at that time."

"It turns out that Senior Brother cares so much about Junior Brother."

Wei Zian smiled wryly, "It's just that I might disappoint my brother."

"Man conquers nature."

Fu Ling stood up and patted Wei Zian on the shoulder, "Senior Sister believes in you."

Hearing the sound of footsteps fading away behind you, Wei Zian looked down at his palms in a daze.

"Man will conquer the sky..."

……

The next morning.

The sun rose normally, and the sound of monks' flying swords was mixed with crisp ringing sounds. The sword sealing ceremony of Lishan Sword Sect kicked off in this tense atmosphere.

There were not many disciples present, but dozens of them, of which there were only five disciples, including Wei Zi'an.

Until now, Wei Zian didn't understand the painstaking efforts of his senior brother.

The so-called allowing any outstanding swordsman in the world to participate, but because the information was released too late, he was the only one in the end.

Wei Zi'an turned his head to look at the others, all of them were of a very good realm, and it is not too much to praise Tianjiao.

In terms of selecting their own disciples, the elders of the Lishan Sword Sect did not choose to be entrusted, but sent out the real swordsmen from each mountain.

After all, the face that should be given has already been given, and no one can afford to lose the prize of an ancient fairy sword.

"Wait another quarter of an hour, when the fairy sword will be born, and those who expire will lose their quota."

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

Anyone else?
What Wei Zian cared about was not the birth of the Immortal Sword half an hour later, but that there were still people?
Who would be so arrogant to make a group of sword immortals wait for such a long time.

"I'm coming."

At this moment, there was a slightly hurried shout not far from the foot of the mountain.

Wei Zi'an's whole body trembled, and he always felt that the voice was familiar.

"Great Saint?!"

"Brother Wei?!"

The two of them stared wide-eyed, both stunned for a moment.

"You guys know each other."

Yan Feng smiled lightly and said, "The little monkey has good aptitude, but why is it called the Great Sage?"

"Sun Dasheng." Wei Zi'an said: "It represents courage and strength."

"Uh-huh."

The little monkey nodded, "Thanks to Brother Wei."

"Where."

Wei Zi'an was modest, "I'm just telling the truth."

The two of you talked to each other, talking very happily.

Seeing this scene, several sword immortals from Lishan Sword Sect frowned slightly.

Yan Feng had a panoramic view of this scene, but he didn't say much. Everyone has his own ambitions, and it's useless to say more.

when--

The mountains trembled, and the sound of a sword that shook the ground resounded through the heavens and the earth.

The faces of the people on the mountain peak changed.

Yan Feng's eyes widened, and his calm voice trembled slightly, "We seem to have guessed wrong."

The old man with the sword on his back sighed softly, "Such a powerful sword energy, such a destructive sword intent, is by no means a streamer."

"Yes." The plump woman put her hands behind her back, her beautiful eyes were full of shock, "I haven't seen such a strong sword intent for many years."

"You haven't seen Ben before."

"Yeah, right, we were all kids at the time."

It only took a moment for the elders to quarrel. Seeing this, the old man with the sword on his back held his forehead and sighed, turned his head to look at Yan Feng who was at the side and asked, "Junior Brother, what do you think we should do now?"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone cast their eyes on him.

"Bring it down with force."

Yan Feng gently held the sword in his hand, and suddenly, the world was quiet, as if there was only one person and one sword left.

The other elders also held the swords around their waists helplessly.

For a moment, the sword energy was flying across the mountain, like a white rainbow penetrating the sun!
"Senior sister, what kind of sword is that?" Wei Zian asked.

"The killing power is the greatest." Fu Ling's face was solemn, "Zhu Xian."