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Chapter 78 We seem to be more compatible

But then Chen Qingling realized that she was too shocked, and the outrageous things were still to come.

After Chu Lu grabbed the boy's neck, the latter became furious and wanted to fight back, but Chu Lu simply pulled him up and threw him to the ground.

After hitting it a dozen times, he threw it against the wall, rushed over and kicked the boy in the stomach, then picked him up and rubbed him around.

Rub him against the wall, rub him against the ground, and even rub him against the coffin lid.

The boy went from initial anger to hysteria of unacceptable outcome, then to bargaining, and finally to helpless acceptance.

Chen Qingling stared at the scene blankly, her mind unable to comprehend the image in front of her at all.

And for some reason, she seemed to hear the faint sighing sound of the sword at Chu Lu's waist.

"Are you convinced?" At this time, Chu Lu looked at the disheartened boy and said, "Then hand over your real body, and the others should not come out."

The young man silently handed over his original body and hid himself inside it.

Chu Lu raised the spirit sword, waved at Chen Qingling and said, "See, I said I could convince him."

Chen Qingling: “…”

At this moment, she had only one thought in her mind: Can this be considered persuasion? Is the Zixia Sword Sect so wild...

At this time, footsteps were heard outside and a large group of monks rushed in.

They were all excited, shouting, "We're finally here! Is this the main tomb? Where's the spirit sword? Where is the spirit sword... eh?"

Before they could finish their words, they saw Chu Lu and the other person in front of them. They were stunned for a moment and had bad thoughts in their minds.

"That... Fellow Daoist, the sword in your hand... could it be..."

"Well, you are all a little late. The spirit sword guarding the tomb has been subdued by me." Chu Lu said.

The monks who had come here excitedly suddenly had droopy faces, like wilted cucumbers, and they sighed and complained one by one.

"Damn, this was a wasted trip."

"How come it's so fast?"

"Tsk, let's go back, let's go back."

Some people also quickly adjusted their mindset and talked to Chu Lu.

"As expected of the Zixia Sword Sect, the disciples of a large sect are extraordinary."

"Friend Yi, could you please show us the power of the spirit sword so that we don't make this trip in vain?"

"Friend Yi, can you tell me how you subdued the spirit sword?"

Chu Lu didn't mind. He asked the sword spirit and learned that the sword was called Broken Sky Blade. He then activated its power and saw a crescent-shaped sword energy flying out and landing on the wall, causing a loud bang.

This crescent sword energy is quite powerful and extremely flexible. By controlling the amount and quality of the mana injected, it can be released continuously, magnified or reduced, and so on.

It is a very useful skill that you can master right away.

The monks were also very satisfied with what they saw, and since there was nothing else in the tomb, they all left.

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At the same time, at the entrance of the mausoleum, Shen Yunyao, who had been lying in the shade of a tree with her mind cleared, finally stood up.

"Okay, it's almost time. They should have already encountered Broken Sky Blade and got beaten to a pulp by him." Shen Yunyao said, "It's almost our turn to go on stage."

"Yes." The maid responded.

Shen Yunyao walked quickly towards the mausoleum, her steps brisk and her mood cheerful.

She could already imagine the scene. A bunch of monks were lying on the ground, and the sword spirit of the Broken Sky Sword was sitting alone at the entrance of the mausoleum.

When those people saw her appear, their reactions varied. Some would definitely advise her to leave quickly, while others believed that she could win.

But it doesn't matter, because she will come to the spirit of the Broken Sky Sword under everyone's gaze and speak the lines she had prepared long ago.

——I can see the sadness and loneliness in your eyes. Your master must be a very good person to make you so infatuated. I have no intention of replacing her. I just want to tell you that such a good person definitely doesn't want you to waste your time here. She must want you to have a new beginning and feel more beautiful. ——Go and see the brilliant fireworks blooming in the night sky, and see the dreamlike sea of ​​flowers drifting in the wind. So come with me, I will let the flowers bloom for you, the breeze sing for you, and I will give you endless wonderful adventures.

Then the sword spirit will surrender under the shocked gaze of everyone, and the good name of Fairy Yun Yao will resound throughout the world!

At this time, several monks came over with helpless looks on their faces and sighed.

"As expected of the Zixia Sword Sect, they took the spiritual sword away so quickly."

"Yeah, we can't compare with her at all. Alas."

The smile on Shen Yunyao's face froze.

She turned her head sharply: "Huh?"

"Wait, what did you say? What spiritual sword was taken away?" she asked loudly.

"Ah? It's the spiritual sword that guards the mausoleum. It was taken away by Yi Xiaowan, the senior sister of Zixia Sword Sect."

Shen Yunyao was stunned. She looked at the maid Xiaoqing blankly, but the latter also looked confused.

"Let's go! Let's go and take a look!" Shen Yunyao reacted first, and said in disbelief, "Impossible! Impossible! The Immortal King said that the spiritual sword belongs to me."

The two of them walked forward and soon ran into Chu Lu and others who were returning.

Both sides were stunned for a moment.

Then Shen Yunyao noticed the magic sword in Chu Lu's hand, her heart skipped a beat, and she asked tremblingly, "Is that the Broken Sky Blade? The magic sword that guards the mausoleum?"

"Yes." Chu Lu responded.

Shen Yunyao's brain went blank immediately.

——What's going on? Didn't the Immortal Lord say that this sword is mine?

In extreme panic, Shen Yunyao said without thinking: "That... this is my sword."

Hearing this, Chu Lu frowned.

The expressions of the others also became subtle, and they subconsciously moved away from Chu Lu.

Before the tomb was opened, Shen Yunyao loudly declared that she would definitely get the spiritual sword. No one had forgotten this, so they thought Shen Yunyao wanted to snatch it away.

They don't want to get involved in the fight between disciples of two top sects.

"Yours? Why do you say that? Your name isn't listed here." Chu Lu said.

No matter how stupid Shen Yunyao was, she knew that she couldn't tell anyone that all this was arranged by the Immortal Lord, so she gritted her teeth and said, "The senior in the sect said that this sword is destined to be with me."

"Really?" Chu Lu raised an eyebrow and said, "Then call his name and see if he is willing to follow you."

Shen Yunyao didn't know what arrangements the Immortal King had made at the time. After hearing this, she felt lucky and said, "Okay, I'll try."

Then, she said in a very gentle voice: "Broken Sky Blade."

The Sky-Breaking Blade showed no reaction.

Shen Yunyao looked embarrassed and was about to try again when she heard Chu Lu say, "It's my turn. You continue."

After saying that, Chu Lu threw the Broken Sky Blade over.

Shen Yunyao caught it in a panic. Before she could react to what Chu Lu meant, she heard him say, "Duankong Blade, come here!"

With a whoosh, the Sky-Breaking Blade broke free from Shen Yunyao's hand and flew into Chu Lu's hand.

"It seems that he and I are more compatible." Chu Lu said.

Shen Yunyao's face turned dark.

The monks watching secretly praised in their hearts: This Yi Xiaowan is indeed a member of the Zixia Sword Sect, her skills are really superb, it has only been a short while since she got the spirit sword, but she has already established such a deep relationship with the spirit sword. But why is this spirit sword shaking all the time? Is it too excited, too happy?
(End of this chapter)