Time Traveling: The Ultimate Cultivation of Immortals

Lan Chuya caught up from behind, "Ziqing, let me pick for you."

Yun Ziqing stretched out his hand to hold him, "Okay."

Lan Chuya made a move to Wuwei with the other hand, but Wuwei wanted to turn a blind eye to it. The puppy's gesture was so contemptuous of the beast, but he spread his wings and flew over, "What's the matter?" He raised his head high, cool Delicate look.

Lan Chuya directly ignored Wuwei's tugging attitude, "Where is the sword?"

Wuwei looked down at Lan Chuya, with a hint of disapproval in his eyes, "You want to use a sword?"

Lan Chuya shook his head, and said distressedly, "Use it for Ziqing, I still don't know what my natal spiritual weapon is, nor what spiritual weapon to use."

Yun Ziqing stopped when he heard the words, and suggested, "Chuya, I think your wrist is strong and strong, and you are suitable for using a knife or an epee."

Wuwei echoed, "That's right, that's right, Ziqing is right. An ordinary sword is too light and too flimsy for you to give full play to your strengths. If you use a knife or heavy sword, it will complement you perfectly."

Lan Chuya thought in his mind, if he used a knife, he would be rougher, if he used an epee, he would be more cool and domineering, and if he matched Ziqing better, then naturally...

"I choose the epee, and it happens that Ziqing also uses the sword. In the future, we will combine the two swords and walk out of the world in style."

Wuwei covered his face, "Chuya, isn't your face a good thing? Why don't you want it?"

"Get out." Lan Chuya pinched Wuwei's neck with quick eyes and shook it heavily a few times, "Tell me, which direction is the sword in?"

Tailless Dead Fisheye, "Let me go, I'm going to suffocate to death."

Lan Chuya threw Wuwei away, took out a handkerchief and wiped it, with a look of disgust, "Hurry up and lead the way."

Wuwei couldn't help but want to spit at Lan Chuya, it's so hateful!

The four people behind were stunned, Lan Chuya was too violent to Wuwei, it was not easy for that little ugly parrot to survive in his hands!

After some searching, Lan Chuya finally saw swords, willow-leaf swords, round-stem swords, flat-stem swords, fish-intestine swords, and so on. There were more than 100 of them, each of which was different, all of which were high-grade spiritual weapons, exquisite. It is unrivaled, every piece of it can cause a sensation in a city, which is extremely rare.

"Ziqing, is there anything you like here?" Lan Chuya was a little disappointed, there was no heavy sword he was looking for, it seemed that he could only choose a knife.

The ice sword used by Yun Ziqing before was also a high-grade spiritual weapon, which was given by his master when he was apprenticed to a teacher. Later, an ice python was sealed. Shattered, what a pity.

Yun Ziqing's eyes skipped over those swords one by one, and finally locked on a long sword with a simple atmosphere and strange engravings. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the long sword in his hand. On, caressing the blade gently, the long sword immediately bloomed again, the cyan light of the sword was as cold as frost and snow, which matched Yun Ziqing's temperament very well.

Lan Chuya pointed to the hilt of the sword and said, "Ziqing, this sword has a name."

Yun Ziqing looked over, "Qingshuang."

Wuwei flew over and stood on Lan Chuya's shoulder, "The name on the sword means that there is a spirit in the sword. This sword should be the best among this bunch of swords. Ziqing, you have a good eye."

Yun Ziqing looked at Lan Chuya, his eyes were like stars, "My vision has always been good."

Lan Chuya understood Yun Ziqing's meaning, and smiled brightly, "If there is a sword spirit, it should be sleeping, Ziqing, wake it up quickly, and let it recognize you as the master."

"it is good."

Yun Ziqing held the sword across his chest in one hand, and the spiritual power circulated with the index finger and middle finger. As for the starting position of the sword body, he recited the formula to awaken the sword spirit while injecting spiritual power.

The sword spirit woke up quickly, but before it could figure out why it woke up, an extremely strong suppressive force hit it, and its ignorant mind instantly collapsed, and it surrendered directly. When it regained its clarity, the relationship had been established.

Yun Ziqing retracted his spiritual power to his dantian, looked at the Qingshuang Sword with satisfaction, "It's fine." The Qingshuang Sword with the sword spirit is several times stronger than the sword with the ice python sealed, which is really a blessing in disguise.

Lan Chuya reached out and touched it, "This sword is so cold."

"Swords with ice attributes will instinctively exude coolness."

Yun Ziqing put away the sword, then pulled Lan Chuya forward, "Let's pick up the sword."

Lan Chuya stopped, pointed at the sword, "Ziqing, can you just take one?"

"Sword, I will take one, and I will choose some other auxiliary spiritual weapons."

"Okay." Lan Chuya's eyes moved. Ziqing is not a greedy person, and he wouldn't even ask him to take more. Forget it, we'll talk about it later.

Beside, You Rongcheng walked towards Hua Qingwen, and asked with concern, "Qingwen, what spiritual weapon do you choose?"

Hua Qingwen's body stiffened immediately, and his expression became extremely unnatural, avoiding his eyes, "I choose the sword."

You Rongcheng felt very uncomfortable, but pretended not to care on the surface, and said relaxedly, "Coincidentally, I chose the ax, which happens to be next to the sword. Let's go and choose together."

Hua Qingwen glanced at Lan Chuya, nodded with gloomy eyes, "Let's go."

"Brother, what spirit weapon do you choose?" Confucius Bei followed Kong Zinan, still acting as his brother's tail as he did when he was a child.

Confucius Nan has a steady personality and speaks very calmly, "The main choice is the gun, and then some auxiliary spirit weapons."

Confucius followed closely behind, "Brother, I want to choose a halberd, which one can you help me find?"

"it is good."

After walking a few steps, Confucius said again, "Brother, when do you think our natal spiritual weapon can be used?"

Thinking of his nine-story pagoda, Confucius Nan felt a surge of anticipation, "We can use it when our cultivation level can support the spiritual power needed by the natal spiritual weapon."

Confucius Bei wailed helplessly, "How long will it take!"

Confucius thought for a while, "Cultivate hard, and you will be able to drive after the foundation is established."

Confucius Bei thought it would take a long time, "Brother, I feel that we are holding Jinshan now, but we can't use it, and we are about to vomit to death."

"Be patient."

Yun Ziqing felt that Lan Chuya was a little abnormal at the moment, "You only take the knife and nothing else?"

"Yes, I'll get the other ones later. I'll choose the knife first."

Yun Ziqing reached out and grabbed a handful, put it in his hand and looked at it, but there was no name, so he put it back again, "Then which one do you like?"

In front of the two of them, there were hundreds of knives, butterfly double knives, straight knives, short knives, light knives, long knives, long knives...there were many kinds.

Lan Chuya was on those knives. After looking at them, he wanted the epee, but he didn't want the knives. The knives were not beautiful, and they didn't match Ziqing at all. After half a stick of incense, he gave up. Forget it. Then choose a knife with aesthetic feeling.

When he made up his mind to choose a knife, there was one that he really fell in love with. The blade of that knife was beautiful and beautiful, and its appearance was extremely high. He stretched out his hand to grab it, and immediately looked at the handle, "Kunning knife."

The difference between a knife and a sword is that a knife only has a blade on one side, and it has a back, while a sword has a double-sided blade, and the tip of the sword is on the central axis of the blade, which has a symmetrical aesthetic.

The knife in Lan Chuya's hand was three feet long and three fingers wide. The blade was copper-colored, and it looked a bit like a sword.

He transferred the spiritual power to the middle finger, flicked it, and the kun knives immediately burst into red light. The light was dazzling, illuminating the entire spiritual weapon library, and a fierce sword spirit came to life. It was stronger than the blue frost sword Ling is smart, and Lan Chuya is not as high as Yun Ziqing, so he can't crush the opponent and make the opponent recognize the master.

However, something strange happened...

"Hey, are you going to be my master?" Kun is like a six or seven-year-old child. It was very fierce at first, but after realizing Lan Chuya's purpose, it became obedient in an instant.

Lan Chuya was taken aback, didn't he agree that it would be very difficult to make anyone recognize the master?Now Dao Ling is talking to him a little flatteringly, isn't it normal?

"Yeah, why don't you resist?"

Dao Ling was inexplicable, "Why should I resist? I can't ask for it?"

This knife spirit seems to be out of its mind. Could it be that the craftsman did not add any materials when refining it?Lan Chuya was puzzled, "You really want to recognize me as the master?"

Dao Ling smiled very happily, "Yeah, can't you? I think you are very nice, hurry up, accept me, I can't wait, I can't wait."

Lan Chuya, "..." Why do these words sound so weird?

Lan Chuya turned his head, "Ziqing, how about I change to a knife?" Everyone heard Dao Ling's words, and everyone had an expression that was, um, indescribable.

Dao Ling hurriedly said, "Don't, don't, I've been waiting for more than 1000 years, and finally someone came, don't leave me, master, handsome, beautiful, bright eyes and white teeth, the best master in the world My master, please accept me quickly."

Yun Ziqing, "..."

Wuwei, "..." Are you against your will?

Handsome and unrestrained, he admits, but he is as beautiful as a flower, bright eyes and bright teeth should be used to describe Ziqing, only he can afford such a beautiful idiom, "Why do you look like a chatterbox?"

"You can't blame me, the craftsman who made me is a talker, he has been babbling, babbling, and then I got this stinky problem, master, please accept me, I am very good at slaying demons and demons, and I can also cultivate, and we will be even more powerful when we cooperate in the future. In short, if you choose me, you will definitely not suffer." At the end, they all sobbed and cried.

"Okay, okay, I want you, I want you." He couldn't bear it anymore, so Lan Chuya became the first monk in the entire cultivation world to let the sword spirit recognize his master most smoothly.

Lan Chuya swung the knife a few times, and the more he swung it, the smoother he said, "It seems that I am really suitable for using a knife."

Yun Ziqing nodded, "Yes."

There are also whips, chains, shields, and wrists in the spiritual weapon library. Anyway, there are spiritual weapons in the cultivation world, and upgraded versions can be found here. Everyone got their favorite spiritual weapons, except Lan Chuya only chose one. Most of the others chose more than [-] items and were quite satisfied.

After everyone made their selections, they gathered at the entrance of the cave. Lan Chuya looked at everyone, "Have you made your selection?"

"Ah."

The corner of Lan Chuya's mouth curled into a frightening smile, "Are you sure you don't want to choose? There are so many more?"

"Cousin, that's enough. We've already taken almost a hundred pieces from others. I feel guilty."

Lan Chuya despised, "Are you guilty?"

"Yeah." Confucius Bei slightly lowered his head, really guilty.

"That's fine." Lan Chuya told everyone to back off, "You guys are done with the selection, so should it be me?"

Everyone stood behind Lan Chuya, You Rongcheng said, "Chuya, go and choose, we will wait for you here."

"No need." Lan Chuya turned around and smiled at him, and then, with a wave of his sleeves, he took away all the spiritual weapons, "Whatever you choose, it's mine." This was too straightforward, and everyone I was stunned.

Yun Ziqing's eyes flickered. Sure enough, he said why Chuya kept looking around, not taking anything, as if he was patrolling his own territory. It turned out that this was his idea, but it was his style as always!

Wherever Lan Chuya passed by, there was usually not a single leaf left or a blade of grass growing.