Dressed as Jackie Chan Aotian, countless big guys are vying to be my dog ​​licker

Xie Huanyan looked at the huge statue of "Daojun Yuqing" in silence, and didn't understand why in the Kunlun Sword Sect's impression, Daojun Yuqing looked like this?

As Elder Qionghuafeng cut his wrist with his natal sword and injected blood into the sword-washing pool, the water in the sword-washing pool turned into a golden color in an instant. Then the color suddenly disappeared, and the entire pool water became golden again. crystal clear.

The statue of Taojun Yuqing also changed at this time.

The huge sword appeared as a shadow, and then sank to the bottom of the water. The invisible sword intention also became a reality at this time, and the lotus flower on the other hand was still in the crook of the arm.

And at the moment when the phantom of the long sword fell into the sword washing pool.

There was also a huge roar inside the entire sword washing pool, and countless remaining sword souls woke up at this time, exuding a sharp and bloody pressure.

Elder Xuefeng Ting hurriedly waved his long sleeves to protect all the disciples, but those who were close were still stabbed by the sharp and cold sword spirit, with some blood marks on their arms and cheeks.

Next to the sword washing pool below, the Qionghua Peak disciples used various methods to ensure that they were not harmed by the sword spirit.

Listen to Elder Xuefeng say——

"The remaining sword souls in the Sword Washing Pond are at the lowest Nascent Soul stage. Only those who are convinced by them can enter the Sword Washing Pond and obtain the natal sword." He looked at the phantom of the long sword that appeared inside the Sword Washing Pond.

It seems like a warning and also like a reminder.

"You cannot approach the Sword Washing Pond without authorization. The sword souls that linger on dissipating all have their own wishes and self-awareness. Only the restriction of the Sword Washing Pond water can suppress it."

"Trespassing without permission will only result in you being swept to the bottom of the pool and you will never be able to leave."

"Once you enter the sword-washing pool, you can only successfully leave the sword-washing pool by stepping on the shadow of the long sword."

This also explains why, when the blood of the elders of Qionghua Peak dripped into the sword-washing pool, the entire sword-washing pool had a huge shock, and then the long sword held by the statue of Yuqing Daojun fell and went deep into the sword-washing pool. In the sword pool.

Xie Wangyan looked at the scene in the sword-washing pool and felt that the statue of Chu Yuqing was like a stranger.

The elders at Xuefeng only talked about the purpose of the long sword, but did not mention the meaning of the lotus. Some people wanted to ask, but they seemed to be worried about the Qionghua Peak disciples below. Someone had already stepped into the sword washing pool, and then I can only mute my voice.

Xie Wangyan felt the eyes staring at him from behind.

He felt helpless and immediately turned his head, watching Xiaohan lower his head again.

Seeing that the elder had no time to care about him for the time being, and that Meng Xiuyan was also staring at the movement below, he leaned close to Xiaohan and whispered, "Look at this sword washing pool... don't look at me."

Xiaohan nodded in understanding.

Seeing that Xie Huanyan was about to turn his head and continue to look at the movement under the sword washing pool, he also got closer.

But he seemed to be extremely afraid of the sword washing pool, so he just stood behind the other party and did not dare to approach.

Of course Xie Yanyan could feel Xiaohan's timid movements, and he didn't know whether the other person was afraid of strangers or because he was a little afraid of heights.

"...If you hold me, I won't fall." Xie Wangyan whispered.

There are also restrictions in this sword-washing pool. In addition, the design of the entire sword-washing pool and the sword soul at the bottom of the pool are also a bit unusual. If it really falls, no one will be able to fish it out.

Xiaohan breathed out lightly when he heard this.

He was very close to Xie Fanyan, and his natural breath blew onto Xie Fanyan's neck.

Xie Yanyan shrugged slightly uncomfortably, but he did not refuse the other party's approach. It was not until Xiaohan's body was almost close to his that he turned back, wanting to remind the other party that there was no need to be so close.

Just when I turned around, I saw the other person's eyes lowered, as if asking him if he had done something wrong again——

……never mind.

Xie Huanyan thought, he continued to look back at the movement of the sword washing pool below.

It is said that the monks choose the natal sword, but in fact it is more about the process of the sword soul choosing the monks.

From the perspective of an onlooker, the whole process is not very exciting.

I saw one of the senior brothers entering the sword-washing pool.

After entering the pool, he could feel the faint restlessness of the sword souls. Xie Huayan even saw the swords faintly approaching in the pool.

Some have already come to this senior brother's side.

And soon the senior brother opened his eyes and immediately picked up the heavy sword closest to him.

However, with just a cup of tea, the sword immediately fell out of his hand and sank into the sword washing pool, followed by another sword...

The whole process lasted almost two sticks of incense. When he finally got a long sword about two fingers wide, the water in the entire sword washing pool shook again, and the senior brother also let out a roar, followed by the luck technique, Aiming at the cliff, he swung his sword.

The sword almost split the cliff in half.

But the next second, the statue of Yuqing Daojun moved, and the lotus swayed for a moment, and the sword mark that almost split the cliff in half suddenly disappeared.

And the moment the sword marks disappeared, the sword entered the sea of ​​consciousness of the senior brother and disappeared.

At this point, the first monk at Qionghua Peak has finished choosing his natal sword.

He followed the phantom of the long sword in the sword-washing pool and left the sword-washing pool smoothly...

Then there is the second monk, which is a female monk, different from the first senior brother.

She chose the sword very smoothly. About 3 or 4 swords appeared around her, and they seemed to hope that she could choose her. After choosing from many sources, the senior sister chose an epee.

"...It is rumored that there are one hundred thousand swords in the sword washing pool." Meng Xiuyan looked at it for a moment and whispered to Xie Wangyan.

"One hundred thousand?!" Xie Wangyan repeated subconsciously.

"Maybe it's more than that." Meng Xiuyan said.

Not every sword among them has a sword soul. What's more, the closer the sword is to the top, the younger it is. If you want to find the powerful sword of ancient times, you must go to the bottom of the sword washing pool. .

These swords are usually asleep.

Even if the elders of Qionghua Peak come, her blood cannot attract them to wake up.

——After all, the era when these swords existed was an era when ancient artifacts and various legends existed.

While the two were talking in low voices, Xie Wangyan saw a familiar monk entering the sword washing pool.

It was at the Yan family that day that he met the older monk. When he appeared, not only the disciples at Qionghua Peak became quiet, but even the disciples at Tingxue Peak above became a lot quieter. .

Xie Wangyan remembered that day that this person was the top disciple of Qionghua Peak, but he did not expect that in the plot fifty years ago, he was already very famous in the entire Qionghua Peak or the younger generation of Kunlun Sword Sect. .

So he pretended not to know and deliberately asked, "...Is he Senior Brother Qionghuafeng?"

"Senior Brother Yanlu is a role model for sword cultivators of our generation." A monk behind Xie Wangyan heard what he said and said immediately.

He seemed to admire this senior brother Yan Lu extremely, and his eyes were full of pride when he looked at him.

"He is the monk who has the best chance of reaching the lower six levels."