There are countless geniuses in the world of cultivation, but only my junior sister Sha Diao

Ling Jianzong and the others were dumbfounded.

Does this work too?

Gu Xia ignored their shock. She took a closer look and found that the other members of the Ling Jian Sect still had the same swords around their waists.

It seems that I still haven't found anything yet.

She encouraged even more enthusiastically: "Come on, come on, believe me."

"Our three sects join forces and can walk sideways in Wanjiang Pavilion without any problem."

Xie Baiyi, who was tired of being tortured by her, was helpless and reluctantly agreed, but the condition was that Gu Xia was not allowed to stop them when they wanted to leave.

Of course Gu Xia readily agreed to this.

Anyway, she had no intention of going all the way with these guys.

It's just that until now, they are either being chased by the spirit sword or on the way to be chased by the spirit sword. In order not to waste time, it is still very useful to form a team.

A group of people have their own hidden agendas, but they don't show it at all on their faces.

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The old fathers outside have no idea how colorful their lives are inside.

A group of sect leaders and elders sat together drinking tea and chatting.

Unlike other sect leaders who were worried, Fang Jinxing looked calm and showed no signs of anxiety.

Laugh to death.

What does he have to panic about?

His three eldest sons each have their own natal swords, and this time they went in just for fun.

After all, although it is not needed, other people's children have gone in to play, so no matter what, they have to be sent in to see the world.

So Fang Jinxing, the old man, was sitting on the ground, touching his beard from time to time, squinting his eyes and looking very happy.

At this moment, an elder from the aristocratic family came over angrily, and he knew at a glance that the person coming was evil.

"boom--"

He slapped the table in front of Fang Jinxing, and his beard stood up in anger: "Sect Master Fang, this is the spiritual stone that your Taiyi Sect needs to pay for so far. Please sign."

"..." Fang Jinxing was confused for a moment: "What?"

Why do you have to lose money again?

The clan elder sneered: "I have to ask your good disciples. Within an hour of entering, a high-grade spiritual sword was broken into two pieces. The southeastern area of ​​​​Wanjiang Pavilion was completely destroyed and needed to be repaired. …”

Fang Jinxing's face turned green after a lot of in-your-face output from Balabala.

A bunch of traitors! ! !

Sure enough, he had already given up too early.

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Gu Xia, who didn't know that their good deeds had been exposed, sneezed and rubbed her nose: "Did some of you scold me secretly in your heart?"

Yu Heng snorted coldly: "It's not me. I usually still like to scold you in person."

Gu Xia: "..."

well.

Well, Yu Xiaoheng, don't let her get the chance.

Gu Lanyi and Xie Baiyi looked at each other, pretending they couldn't hear.

They were now very close to the core area of ​​Wanjiang Pavilion. The spiritual swords they encountered on the way were all famous swords on the spiritual sword list. Cen Huan and Cheng Jing each chose to keep one spiritual sword. After that, only the other two sword cultivators from Ling Jian Sect were left.

Since it was his sect's business, Xie Baiyi thought for a moment and decisively chose to part ways with everyone.

"We have to change direction to see if there is a suitable spirit sword, and then we won't go with you."

As soon as he said these words, Gu Lanyi, who couldn't bear it for a long time, immediately followed him: "I want to go back and see my junior brother and the others."

These guys are really capable of provoking spirit swords.

It's better to keep a distance.

The small team that was still huge just now fell apart in an instant.

Gu Xia's face looked full of vicissitudes of life: "Busy, everyone is busy, it's better to be busy."

Although they didn't understand her, they felt that she was a little abnormal and fled the scene quickly.

Withdraw, withdraw.

……

The spiritual energy in Wanjian Pavilion is indeed extraordinary. Just staying inside among the limbs and bones makes you feel warm. No wonder the family values ​​this place more than their lifeblood.

If it weren't for the huge favor owed to the Five Sects this time, I probably wouldn't have agreed to let the direct disciples come in together.

However, the spirit swords on the list all have tempers. If they don't like it, then it will be in vain no matter how hard others try.

Gu Xia and his two senior brothers were wandering around boredly. Unexpectedly, they happened to bump into the heirs of the aristocratic family that they had never met along the way.

A swordsman was not far away due to a battle of wits and courage with the spirit sword he had chosen.

The stubborn scene made Gu Xia feel like he was witnessing a circus sideshow.

"That's a very good ice-attributed spiritual sword called Hui Xue."

Shen Weixun squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the spiritual sword. The long sword brought out a cold light, and the sword energy was cold and cold. The moment it was unsheathed, snowflakes filled the air.

The temperature of the entire area seemed to have dropped.

"What a pity." Shen Weixun said: "If my junior sister had not already had a natal sword, this snow-returning sword would be very compatible with your spiritual roots."

This sword has a pure chill within three feet. Except for the top ice spirit root monks, everyone else's breath seems to be frozen when they get close.

Gu Xia didn't care, and looked at the person and sword in the distance with great interest, and even tried to get the two senior brothers to place a bet.

"Let's take a gamble and see if he can successfully conquer the Snow Sword. How about it?"

Gu Xia: "I feel a bit confused."

Xu Xingmu scratched his head and wondered: "Why? I feel like she is almost successful."

The sword cultivator girl in the distance was cautiously approaching Hui Xue Sword, her fingers slowly reaching out, tentatively trying to hold it.

"It's different." Shen Weixun shook his head and said in a light and gentle voice: "Choosing a master for a spiritual sword requires extremely high spiritual roots."

"Although her talent is acceptable, she does not have ice spiritual roots that are compatible with Hui Xue Sword, but water spiritual roots."

Gu Xia also pointed at the transparent ice on the girl's fingertips and said: "She is very smart. She knows that her spiritual roots are not dominant, but she knows how to use the sword energy to transform into shape to cope with the test of the spiritual sword. But after all, she is not the real ice." Spiritual roots, and Hui Xuejian has no intention of surrendering."

Ice and water come from the same source. She could tell from a distance that the other party was actually a soft water spirit root.

"Ah?" After hearing this, Xu Xingmu stretched out his voice slightly and said in a daze: "Is this okay?"

This was the first time he had seen a sword cultivator do this, and he knew that the success rate was extremely low.

After all, the spiritual swords that can stay close to the core area are not idiots. There are many direct descendants and direct descendants coming in, and there are also several who are compatible with their spiritual roots. Naturally, they will not be willing to give in.

Sure enough, before the three of them could say anything more, Hui Xue Jian, who had been floating in the air and emitting chills, became angry while trying to get rid of the girl.

As if it couldn't bear it anymore, it suddenly released large snowflakes that instantly solidified into ice, and the crystals quickly climbed up along the fingertips of the swordsman girl.

Gu Xia's eyelids twitched and she quickly called to Xu Xingmu: "Quick, quick, second senior brother, set a fire."

The three of them quickly moved the girl who had been frozen into an ice sculpture back. Xu Xingmu snapped his fingers, and a bright flame instantly ignited. He took a glance to find the right place to start, and circled around carefully bit by bit. The ice sculpture spins in circles.

To avoid accidentally burning people due to too strong fire.

"How's it going? Are you okay?"

When the person was finally freed from the ice sculpture, the girl in front of him had a pale face, a crystal clear drop of water on her eyelashes, and her expression was dull, as if she had been frozen.

"..."

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