The sword seller is wearing a red coat, applause for the whole living person

The girl's loud shout attracted the attention of countless people, and they all looked around to observe the swords.

Indeed, if anyone else said that he could cause ten thousand swords to roar, they would not believe it.

But if it was Chi Miao, they would believe it.

Chi Miao is too amazing in every aspect, a real monster. Now she has been blessed with countless merits. Under such circumstances, it is normal for the sword to choose her.

They are also looking forward to the sound of thousands of swords roaring.

However, after waiting for a long time, there was no movement at all.

There wasn't even a crow.

"This is?"

Everyone looked at Chi Miao and asked questions.

Chi Miao was a little embarrassed: "Maybe these swordsmen are deaf and didn't hear it? I'll try again?"

"Here comes the sword!"

"Here comes the sword!"

"Here comes the sword!!!"

Chi Miao shouted several times in a row.

"..."

There was no movement in the sword tomb.

Chi Miao was surprised: "How could this be? Didn't they say that the good sword would choose the person? I've already cheated, why didn't any sword choose me?"

Gou Shi System: "Maybe they think you are even more despicable."

Chi Miao: “?”

Gou Shi System: "Perhaps you should put aside your pride and ask them one by one?"

Chi Miao: "Then I'll go and ask?"

Gou Shi System: "Go, kid."

Chi Miao also told the others: "Let me ask them one by one what's going on."

As he spoke, Chi Miao walked to the side of a sword, squatted down beside the sword and asked softly: "Are you willing to be my sword?"

sword:"……"

Chi Miao: "Okay, you don't want to."

So she slowly moved towards another sword: "What about you? Wow... your hilt is so small, can I touch it? It's so hard and cold, can I hug it? I promise I will just touch it and hug it, nothing else!"

Witnesses: “???”

How perverted!

Chi Miao asked several swords in a row, but there was no effect!

She looked at Ying Wuhuo and said, "My family, these swords must have lost their minds. They don't react at all!"

Ying Wuhuo pursed his lips. He didn't understand why, but he was sure of one thing, that is, these swords would not break.

"Although there are some minor problems in the sword tomb that will suppress the sword's spirituality, the basic recognition of the master will not be affected."

Chi Miao: "I don't believe it, Jin Shengfei, you try it."

"Okay, let me try to see what it is." Jin Shengfei did not waste any time. He walked forward, looked around, closed his eyes and sensed it.

Ok……

What is the sword that matches him?

At this moment, the sword tomb seemed to have become a universe. The countless swords here were like tiny stars in the universe, silently emitting weak energy, calling for the arrival of those who were destined to come.

Suddenly, Jin Shengfei sensed that there was an extremely bright star, and the light was always warm.

This is it!

He had a clear goal, and walked with the breeze, and found a golden sword from the sword tomb: "Will you come with me?"

"Om-!"

A loud sword sound responded to Jin Shengfei.

Jin Shengfei curled up the corner of his mouth and easily pulled out the sword, reflecting the bright sun.

"So handsome!"

Everyone's eyes lit up and they were all looking forward to it.

Ying Wuhuo walked forward, took a look, and smiled: "Yes, the golden sword, it is suspected to be the sword of a powerful person thousands of years ago. It can cut through everything. It is the highest grade sword in the sword tomb."

Of course, the highest here... does not include that sword.

Considering Jin Shengfei's talent, it is not surprising that he got the golden sword.

"Why? Why don't these swords pay attention to me?" Chi Miao was even more confused. If the swords were not broken, then it would be even more unreasonable. She looked at the others and said, "Why don't you try?"

The others also quickly sensed and soon found the sword that suited them and drew it out.

Chi Miao: "Hiss... That doesn't make sense! Are they targeting me?"

Ying Wuhuo: "No, although the swords have spirits, their intelligence is not high. They choose people based on their feelings. They have a sense of who is strong... who is suitable for them."

Chi Miao: "So could it be that these swords feel they are not worthy of me?"

Ying Wuhuo: “?”

Is it possible to explain it this way? Isn't it too narcissistic?

But then again, it's no exaggeration to say that Chi Miao's talent is unprecedented. Jian would never fail to respond to her just because of her talent. This explanation is more convincing.

Or maybe there was actually some external interference, something suppressing the tens of thousands of swords, preventing them from responding to Chi Miao?

why?

"Could it be..."

Ying Wuhuo suddenly thought of something, and at this moment, a clear "hum" sound echoed throughout the sword tomb.

And after this "buzz" sound, something strange happened.

The sword, which had already established a contract with everyone and had its spiritual power replenished, suddenly became dim and the sound of the sword became gradually weaker.

Suddenly, a voice shouted anxiously: "Brother Wuming, my Zi Han seems to be dead!"

Ah? Who brings their children to practice immortal cultivation?

Everyone looked and found that the sword was called Zi Han.

At this moment, no spiritual power could be seen in the swords. Not only the swords in people's hands, but all the other swords stuck in the sword tomb had lost their spiritual power.

"What...what's going on?"

Chi Miao: "Originally, no sword chose me, and now they are all dead... Could it be that my amazing talent will not allow me to enter Nine Swords Mountain just because there is no sword in this round?"

"That won't happen." Ying Wuhuo was silent for a moment, and then continued, "With your talent, you will be admitted as an exception even if you don't participate in these three rounds of trials."

You are admitted as an exception, and no one else has any objection to it.

Everyone nodded.

Chi Miao was shy for a moment: "No, I don't like backdoors, I still have to choose a sword."

Ying Wuhuo: "..."

No matter how I look at you, you don't seem as upright as you say you are.

There is less than half a day left before the sword tomb is closed.

Chi Miao tried again, but there was no response at all.

"Is it true that I don't even have a sword?"

Ying Wuhuo's face tensed: "Do you remember that I said that the sword tomb had a little problem recently?"

Chi Miao raised his head and looked at him: "Yeah, what's wrong?"

Ying Wuhuo said: "For so many years, there has been a sword at the core of the Sword Tomb, named Weeping."

"This sword came from a friend of the founder of the sect. It is said that this friend wielded this sword and slaughtered half of the cultivation world, bringing the golden age to an end and breaking countless inheritance chains."

"People say he is a demon, that he will never be reincarnated and will go to hell after his death. But do you know what his final fate was?"

Chi Miao was curious. He hugged his knees with his hands and looked at Ying Wuhuo in front of him in confusion.

Ying Wuhuo pointed to the sky.

Chi Miao: “He went to heaven?”

Ying Wuhuo: "...Put it another way."

Chi Miao: "He passed away?"

Ying Wuhuo took a deep breath.

calm down!

This is my future junior sister!

He said:

"He ascended, becoming the only person in the entire cultivation world to have ascended, proving that the cultivation world can ascend."

"He is the legend that has been passed down in the world of cultivation to this day, the Saint of Heavenly Sadness."

"No, it should be called immortal."