The whole sect is full of villains, but the junior sister has a hole in her brain

The two brothers opposite each other looked at each other.

At this moment, Chao Zhao appeared at the entrance of the sword tomb. As soon as she appeared, she immediately attracted the three elderly people left behind at the door.

Feng Qi immediately forgot about his uncle's incompetence and asked nervously, "How is it?"

"Um......."

Chao Zhao had a complicated expression and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

How would she introduce the rags to the elders in her family?

Unfortunately, her expression had a different meaning in the eyes of the three elders.

Feng Qi's heart skipped a beat again, Qin Liao's brows twisted slightly, and Ji Wushe was already thinking about how to break into the sword tomb despite the obstruction of his two nephews.

When Chao Zhao raised his head, he saw that the three people in front of him had different emotions, but they were all murderous without exception?

She said hurriedly: "I got my natal sword!"

Ok?

Hearing this, Ji Wushe barely suppressed the murderous intent that was about to explode.

He lowered his eyes slightly: "Where's the sword?"

"Fell asleep."

Chao Zhao answered him honestly.

What she said was indeed the truth. Although she was the one who threw the junk into the sea of ​​consciousness, she was also the one who placed the ban on it.

But it adapted itself very well and fell asleep in its sea of ​​consciousness after eating and drinking its fill.

Ji Wushe: "........."

Feng Qi was pleasantly surprised and asked, "So Chao Zhao's natal sword not only awakened the sword spirit, but also revived?"

Swords that can awaken sword spirits are rare in the world of immortal cultivation, and the sword spirits in the famous swords sleeping in sword tombs are basically also in a deep sleep.

Since Chao Zhao could say "fell asleep", he must have communicated with the sword spirit before.

"Is it...?" Chao Zhao hesitated for a moment, then turned around and complained to Ji Wushe, "As soon as it appeared, it ate the coal that Senior Brother gave me."

"?"

Ji Wushe's expression was speechless for a moment.

What kind of sword likes to eat coal?

This feels like another unusual sword...

Feng Qi and Qin Liao also fell silent.

——Is this definitely a sword?

They were thinking the same thing in their hearts.

Seeing that the expressions of the three elders were too complicated and silent, Chao Zhao simply pulled the sleeping Rag out and took a walk around.

"Well, it's called rags."

"?"

What sane person would name a sword like that?

For sword cultivators, their natal sword is their most precious thing. Many sword cultivators even treat their natal sword as a companion.

However, this emotion quickly dissipated as Chao Zhao took out the rags. They stared at the sword and fell into deep thought.

Feng Qi stared at the dangling fragment of the sword with a puzzled look on his face: "... Is there this sword in the sword tomb?"

Not to mention that the sword is covered in dust, the sight of the sword body being connected to the hilt by fragments alone is enough to prove that it is the only one in the sword tomb.

But why didn't he have any impression of such a unique sword before?

"I encountered it outside the Sword Tomb."

Chao Zhao spread his hands and explained helplessly, "The swords in the core area wilted when they saw me, so I had to try my luck in the outer area."

Feng Qi blurted out: "All wilted?"

The shock was hard to conceal in his tone.

Some of the swords in the core area are famous swords of the same level as Ji Wushe's Snowfall and Qin Liao's Frost.

"Ok!"

Chao Zhao looked deeply helpless.

Fengqi opened his mouth, but found that no words could express his feelings at the moment.

In a sense, Chao Zhao is also quite powerful.

Ji Wushe said: "Go back and rest first."

"it is good."

She nodded to Zhao, threw the scraps back into her spiritual space, and left with brisk steps. She still had to introduce her natal sword to her senior brothers.

After she left, Fengqi could no longer hide the sadness on his face.

"That sword... can it be used?"

The sword was covered in shadows, the blade was broken, and he couldn't even tell how sharp the edge was...

Qin Liao said calmly: "Let Chao Zhao and Xing Zhi compete with each other, and then we will know."

"Makes sense."

Fengqi nodded.

But at this moment, Ji Wushe stared at the entrance of the sword tomb thoughtfully, as if he sensed something, and the Snowfall Sword suddenly appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness.

His eyes flashed, and he walked in with the Snowfall Sword.

Feng Qi and Qin Liao also noticed something was wrong and followed Ji Wushe into the sword tomb.

When they saw the swords in the sword tomb flashing with various colors and so active that they didn't seem to have existed for thousands of years, they were all shocked.

"...These swords are alive?"

Feng Qi was very surprised.

Most of the swords in the sword tomb have fallen into eternal sleep, and only a few swords are still alive and waiting for their owners.

But now, they have regained their vitality, as if recreating the heyday of thousands of years ago.

'Om—'

Ji Wushe's Snowfall, Qin Liao's Frost and Fengqi's Quefeng Sword suddenly flew out from their masters' sea of ​​consciousness uncontrollably.

The three famous swords that had accompanied their masters for hundreds of years made passionate arguments, as if they were trying hard to absorb the remaining breath.

After receiving the feedback from his natal sword that reached his consciousness, a trace of astonishment appeared on Qin Liao's usually cold and calm face.

"...Frost, sensed the breath of the earth veins?"

Feng Qi and Ji Wushe got the same answer.

The swords in the sword tomb have long been rooted in this land and have been nourished by the power of the earth veins.

But as time went by, no one in the world of immortal cultivation could ascend to heaven anymore, and the aura of the earth veins also dimmed and faded.

Without the nourishment of the original power, these swords also became depressed.

The three of them looked at the scene in silence, unable to find any answer.

Ji Wushe suddenly said: "Didn't you notice that Chao Zhao's sword has no attributes?"

He also could not feel any spiritual energy fluctuations from the sword.

"No wonder..."

Fengqi opened his mouth, and many guesses flashed through his mind, but in the end he only summed it up in one sentence, "Maybe this is destiny."

......

Chao Zhao had just returned to the Xianyu Sect’s base, and before he had the chance to show his natal sword to his fellow brothers, he was surrounded by Fan Lian and his men.

In addition to Fan Lian, there are Xue Xingzhi and Ji Shu.

"Chao Zhao!"

When Fan Lian saw her, he waved at her excitedly, "Did you get your natal sword?"

"Of course!"

Chao Zhao agreed with a smile.

After getting the answer, Fan Lian, who had been worried for a whole day, finally relaxed: "That's good, that's good..."

Chao Zhao moved his gaze to the left and met Xue Xingzhi's eyes in mid-air.

She spoke first: "Draw the sword?"

This was the first time she took the initiative to say these two words to Xue Xingzhi. After all, she really wanted to try whether the junk could be used.

——"?"

Xue Xingzhi was stunned for a moment.

The word "draw the sword" that he was about to say was snatched away by someone else, causing a moment of confusion on his face.

But after a moment, he nodded decisively: "Draw the sword."