You think I have pure spiritual roots, why are you crying when I am invincible?

Divine Sword Peak, Hidden Sword Pavilion.

The surrounding disciples were looking at the sharp sword energy bursting out from the Hidden Sword Pavilion with astonishment at this moment!

No one knew why their master was so angry.

When Xie Jingfeng came back from Longshou Peak, his face was extremely ugly.

Then he entered the Hidden Sword Pavilion, where terrifying sword energy erupted from time to time.

The disciples talked a lot.

"Master, what is going on? I have never seen Master lose such a temper."

"I don't know. Is it because of the death of Senior Brother Zheng Rui?"

"It's very possible. Didn't the real master issue a decree? It will take a year for Wen Qing and Xiao Yun of Xiaozhu Peak to execute the punishment of thunder whip. The master may be a little angry."

"I didn't expect Master to have such a deep affection for Senior Brother Zheng Rui. We were all wrong before."

"Don't say it. Master loves each of us very much. It's just that Master has a cold temperament and it's not easy to see."

In the Hidden Sword Pavilion, a hundred long swords that were once neatly arranged were now scattered on the ground.

Xie Jingfeng kept swinging the Jinghong Sword in his hand, and the sharp sword energy made the entire sword pavilion full of sword marks.

Xie Jingfeng vented for a while and sat down on the ground slumped.

He murmured: "Why... why did the Dragon-Slaying Sword recognize a miscellaneous spirit root as its master?"

"Why can a miscellaneous spiritual root be able to cultivate the sword energy required for the Dragon-Slaying Sword!"

"why!"

Xie Jingfeng only found out after communicating with Dragon Slayer Sword in the Longshou Peak Hall.

The Dragon-Slaying Sword was not taken away by Xiao Yun using some shady means.

Instead, Dragon Slayer Sword voluntarily followed Xiao Yun.

The Dragon-Slaying Sword Spirit told Xie Jingfeng that it found in Xiao Yun's body that the sword energy practiced by Xiao Yun could help it recover.

The power of Gangjin in Xiao Yun's body is purer than the sword Gang that Xie Jingfeng is currently cultivating.

This is very similar to his father.

Xie Jingfeng's father was the previous owner of Dragon Sword and the previous leader of Divine Sword Peak.

Xie Jingfeng couldn't accept this fact, but he had to accept it.

The Dragon-Slaying Sword has a spirit. If he does not take the initiative to recognize its owner, others cannot force it. Even if he takes the Dragon-Slaying Sword away by force, the Dragon-Slaying Sword will not follow him.

He was unwilling to accept that he was born with golden spiritual roots and was the son of the leader of Longshou Peak from the previous generation.

The exercises he learned are no different from his father's, and he is now also a Nascent Soul master.

Why did the Dragon-Slaying Sword not follow him but chose a miscellaneous spiritual root!

His father's personal magic weapon was unexpectedly taken away by an outsider. No one could understand the anger and unwillingness except Xie Jingfeng himself.

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Xiao Yunzheng was using the dragon-slaying sword to fly slowly towards Xiaozhu Peak.

In the blink of an eye, he lost sight of his senior sister Wen Qing and his master.

It's not that Xiao Yun can't follow him with a sword, but he feels a little scared.

For some reason, Xiao Yun always felt that his master seemed to be targeting him.

This made him a little embarrassed, as he was thinking about how to get along with his master in the future.

Suddenly a light blue stream of light flew from the distance.

In just a few breaths, he was already in front of Xiao Yun.

Xiao Yun took a closer look and saw that it was his senior sister Wen Qing who came with a sword.

Wen Qing drew a long arc-shaped stream of light in the air and flew side by side with Xiao Yun.

"Junior brother, I'm back." Wen Qing greeted Xiao Yun with a smile on her face. It could be seen that the senior sister was very happy that the master was back.

Xiao Yun showed an ugly smile and responded: "Senior sister, why are you here? Where is the master?"

Wen Qing said with a smile: "Master wants to try our mountain-protecting formation at Xiaozhu Peak. I'm worried about what might happen to you flying alone with a sword, so I came to see you."

"Master, is he still proficient in formations?"

Xiao Yun was vaguely uneasy. If the master was injured by this mountain-protecting formation, wouldn't it be more difficult for him to live in Xiaozhu Peak in the future?

"I don't know about this. Master has never said that, but since she said she wanted to try it, she must be sure, so you don't have to worry."

"Junior brother, come here and get on my Ice Soul Sword. Senior Sister, let you see the speed of the Ice Soul Sword." Wen Qing, with a smile on her face, extended her hand to invite Xiao Yun to share a sword ride.

Seeing Wen Qing smiling so happily, she was obviously very satisfied with this Ice Soul Sword.

Xiao Yun couldn't help but dampen Wen Qing's interest.

Nodding slightly, he gently held his senior sister's weak and boneless jade hand and jumped onto the Ice Soul Sword.

Then he put away his dragon-slaying sword.

Wen Qing said excitedly: "Junior brother, you have to hold on tight. The ice soul sword that Master found for me is as fast as your dragon-slaying sword!"

Xiao Yun quickly put his hands on Wen Qing's slender waist and said with a smile: "Master has been out for so long and the weapon he has found for Senior Sister will definitely be good."

Wen Qing pursed her lips and smiled, and said proudly: "That's natural, let's go!"

As soon as Wen Qing finished speaking, the Ice Soul Sword turned into a light blue stream of light and shot straight into the sky.

The surrounding scenery moved backwards quickly, and the wind made the cheeks hurt at the high speed.

Xiao Yun put his face against Wen Qing's back and said loudly: "Sister, it's too fast, it's too fast, please slow down!"

Wen Qing smiled slightly, and the Ice Soul Sword suddenly glowed with light blue light.

An invisible spiritual shield enveloped Xiao Yun and Wen Qing.

With this layer of spiritual power shield, no matter how fast the Ice Soul Sword is, Xiao Yun will not feel any wind blowing on him.

Xiao Yun was slightly startled and could only helplessly move his face away from Wen Qing's back.

"Senior Sister, your Ice Soul Sword is so powerful. I don't think even the Dragon Slayer Sword is a match for you." Seeing how happy Senior Sister was, Xiao Yun slapped a medium-sized rainbow fart in a very appropriate manner.

Xiao Yun's mind immediately heard the dissatisfied voice of Dragon Slayer Sword.

"Do you understand? You actually compare a piece of Po Xuan Ice with me? I can break this Po Xuan Ice into two pieces with just a light sword energy!"

Xiao Yun hadn't heard Dragon Slayer speak for a long time, but he didn't expect that he would appear again today.

Xiao Yun immediately used his spiritual thoughts to communicate with him.

"If you don't fight for three days, you have to go to the house to uncover the tiles, right? Who are you? Who are you? Who are you?"

"Humph, I am..."

"Your sister, I'll suck it!"

Xiao Yun immediately used the "Sword Sutra" to absorb the power of Yuanjin contained in the Dragon-Slaying Sword.

Dragon Slayer Sword immediately gave up: "Master... stop smoking, stop smoking, can't I admit that I was bragging just now?"

Xiao Yun said coldly: "Is this the point? If you dare to call yourself uncle in front of me in the future, I will suck you into a piece of scrap metal!"

"Yes... yes, master!"

Wen Qing was naturally unaware of the communication between Xiao Yun and Dragon Slayer. When he heard Xiao Yun's praise, Wen Qing smiled tenderly and said, "Junior brother, you are so good at making senior sister happy."

"Although the Ice Soul Sword is good, it is not a magic weapon after all. It cannot be compared with the Dragon Slaying Sword."

Xiao Yun ignored the Dragon Slayer Sword and said to Wen Qing with a smile: "It is only a matter of time before this Ice Soul Sword can become Senior Sister's companion sword."

Wen Qing smiled softly, noncommittal.

The two played in the sky for a while, and Wen Qing and Xiao Yun fell back to Xiaozhu Peak.

Arriving at Zhengqing Hall at Xiaozhu Peak, Wen Qing was a little confused: "Strange, why isn't Master here? Where did he go?"

Xiao Yun had an ominous premonition in his heart.

I couldn't help but said: "Is Master trapped in the mountain guarding formation?"