Paranoia and fall! The world-weary young master amazes the cultivation world

Discussions also exist among disciples.

When someone pulled Shen Shiwei to express sympathy for Ning Jin, Shen Shiwei righteously expressed the opposite opinion.

She said - "Knowing that the Sword Selection Ceremony was approaching, it was Senior Sister Ning Jin's choice to enter the secret realm."

"It's her ability that the young master obtained the Sword of the Gods."

Sometimes Shen Shiwei feels really ashamed of what she said in the past.

The young master is clearly a very good person, brave and willing to help others.

When Ning Xiyuan placed his hand on the Sword of Gods, he already felt countless burning gazes.

Those looks, whether of regret, envy, or displeasure, had nothing to do with her.

The Sword of the Gods, born from heaven and earth, has no owner.

From now on, it belongs completely to her.

"Ning Xiyuan, are you crazy?!"

Lu Chaoyang already had a sword in his hand, which was bright red, with complex patterns on it that looked like burning flames.

The sword energy is sharp and intimidating.

It is the sword left behind by a fallen great man from the Futu Sect. After a thousand years, it has found its master again.

It should have caused quite a bit of attention.

But the Sword of the Gods is too dazzling.

Ning Xiyuan ignored Lu Chaoyang, and Lu Chaoyang took a breath.

"Why bring disgrace upon yourself?"

After knowing the truth, Lu Chaoyang felt a rare sense of admiration for Ning Xiyuan.

It is obvious that he does not have sword bones and has not practiced swordsmanship, so he will definitely not be able to lift the Sword of the Gods. Yet he has the courage to stand here and attract attention.

Ning Xiyuan looked at Lu Chaoyang and sneered. He exerted a little force with his hand and was about to pull out the Sword of the Gods.

At this moment, almost everyone fell silent.

They want to witness a historic moment together.

Time passes very slowly.

But no miracle happened.

It was not until the sound of birdsong broke the eerie solemnity that everyone was shocked.

The young master did not draw out the Sword of the Gods!

The noisy sound suddenly filled the entire sword tomb, mixed with the sound of swords. The scene was inexplicably funny, and the voices of mockery and gloating were particularly obvious.

Yes, Ning Xiyuan did not draw out the Sword of the Gods.

The sword seemed to have a mind of its own, stuck in the ground, unwilling to go with her.

"If I had known this, I wouldn't have done it."

Lu Chaoyang looked as if he understood everything, and mocked me harshly in a tone that was just as I expected.

The elders at the foot of the mountain were even more furious.

They pretended to feel sorry that Ning Xiyuan had no chance to obtain the Sword of the Gods.

Yet he complimented the great elder's demeanor without leaving any trace.

If Ning Jin pulls out the Sword of Gods, he will surely compete with Ning Xiyuan for the position of young master.

If Ning Jin became the young master...

When everyone faced the Great Elder, the smiles on their faces became a little more humble.

【Dear, it's my fault...】

The system's voice was exceptionally low, yet one could still hear deep remorse in it.

It forgot that it is now just an ordinary strategy system and does not have any props to help the host to show off and make a comeback.

Ning Xiyuan sighed at this time and shrugged slightly: "It's really hard."

She pulled a drumstick from her storage space.

With lightning speed, he struck the hilt of the sword hard.

The Sword of the Gods suddenly made a buzzing sound.

Ning Xiyuan knocked twice more and grasped the hilt of the Sword of the Gods again.

Pull it out gently.

The golden light spread out in all directions, making it impossible for people to open their eyes.

When the light completely dissipated and everyone looked towards the top of the mountain, the girl had already raised the Sword of the Gods in her hand.

The sword tomb is desolate and dilapidated, completely lifeless.

The girl standing on the top of the mountain had her long hair flying in the air due to the sword energy, and her black coat seemed to have life on her body.

Flowing and decadent.

The red teardrop mole reflects the red crystal on the hilt, as if they are one.

Equally dazzling.

Time did not stop there. The girl on the top of the mountain quickly put away the Sword of the Gods and threw it into the storage space.

"..."

"..."

The sword is the life of a sword cultivator!

Aren't you afraid of being punished by God for treating the divine sword so roughly?

But these are far from what they need to worry about.

Those who were just mocking Ning Xiyuan for being too ambitious and overestimating his own abilities, shut up.

Also keeping silent were the many high-ranking officials who were flattering the Great Elder at the foot of the mountain.

Who could have expected that there would be a twist in this matter.

The third elder reacted most violently. He widened his eyes and said, "How is this possible?"

"This is impossible!"

Lu Chaoyang also said this.

He stood beside Ning Xiyuan and watched the girl draw out the Sword of the Gods.

But this is too much to accept.

How can a non-sword cultivator gain recognition from the divine sword?

[Yeah, how did you do that!? ]

The system continues to be shocked.

It was still immersed in the frustration of being ridiculed for failing to show off, when the host had already pulled it to its limit!

Ning Xiyuan clapped his hands and felt relaxed all over.

When I am in a good mood, I am happy to answer the system's questions.

"Just tap on its spirit."

In her eyes, there is nothing that cannot be solved by violence and death.

In the case of not dying.

The violence is simple and straightforward.

【? ? ? 】

The system froze.

Did it hear correctly? The host said... to hit the spirit of the weapon! ?

If I remember correctly, this body is only for Qi training! How did this kind of low-end ingredients achieve high-end operation?

When Ning Xiyuan passed by the petrified Lu Chaoyang, he patted his shoulder affectionately.

"Let's go, Brother Jian."

When Ning Xiyuan walked down the mountain, his disciples had already spontaneously formed a formation.

"Congratulations, Young Master!"

"Congratulations, Young Master!"

The uniform voices became louder and louder, deafening.

"The young master is chosen by heaven. It is a great fortune for our Futu Sect!"

"Haha, with your leadership, Futu Sect will surely make rapid progress and reach a higher level, ahahaha!"

As Ning Xiyuan passed by several senior elders, she was showered with compliments.

She didn't stop and walked away!

Looking at the girl's slender and frail back, the elders inexplicably felt a sense of arrogance.

"An arrogant youngster!"

"This is too much of a disregard for us!"

When saying this, he seemed to have a completely different face.

Only the Great Elder had a serious expression and watched the girl disappear completely from his sight.

Just at that moment.

He discovered a big secret.

Ning Xiyuan not only has no sword bones.

Even those who are not good at swordsmanship!

There is not even the slightest resonance with the Swords of the Gods.

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Ning Xiyuan was humming a little tune and preparing to return to Wutong Palace to lie down.

The earth suddenly shook, and cracks appeared in all directions.

Demonic energy surged into the sky, overflowing from these lines, flying in the air, causing great panic.

Panic is temporary.

The disciples of the Sword Tomb have just found their own natal swords and are now quickly ready to meet the enemy.

Ning Xiyuan stopped and the smile on his face faded slightly.

[Dear, the villain is in trouble! ]

The system's urgent voice finally wiped away all the smiles on Ning Xiyuan's face.

Damn!

It does nothing but cause trouble for her.

Ning Xiyuan finally understood why domineering CEOs like to bite their back teeth.

Because it itches!

I'm so angry!

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good night