Hao Si was almost convulsed with excitement, his hands were shaking uncontrollably, his eyes slowly wandered over several magical artifacts, and he hesitated for a long time before making a trembling choice.
Xing Ye looked at his useless look and couldn't help but frowned. Because of the presence of Mangzhong's great-grandson and Jingzhe's disciples, he specially gave the heaven-level magic weapon as a reward for the first and second place, both of which were from the Jue Kill sect. Never favor one over the other.
Unexpectedly, the two of them met in advance, which made this thing cheaper.
"The first place, a foundation-building pill, a high-grade heaven-level magic weapon, a shadow." Zhenjun Xingye's unchanging voice sounded again. His eyes fell on Wei Lin, with a bit more softness, and he said slowly : "As early as a year ago, your master proposed the Shadow Sword as the leader's reward for this competition. I didn't expect that you actually took it away." After hearing this, all the senior executives showed surprised expressions. , although the Shadow Sword is also a low-grade heaven-level magic weapon, it has gradually become spiritual. If the opportunity is right, it may even become a treasure, and its value is higher than that of a high-grade heaven-level magic weapon.
After hearing this, I couldn't help but sigh at Jingzhe's good intentions. If he had asked for it directly, the pavilion master would not have refused. However, this would inevitably cause dissatisfaction among others. Taking it away as a reward in the competition was a sign of his discipleship. Ability also blocked everyone's attention.
Facing the sword that might be promoted to a treasure, Wei Lin couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips. He suppressed his eyes that couldn't wait to glance at the box. He saluted and said loudly: "This disciple will definitely live up to his master and the master of the pavilion." High hopes!”
"Okay!" Xing Ye's voice was like a morning bell. He moved his hand, and a long sword about three feet eight inches long and five inches wide flew out of the box and landed on his hand. He held the scabbard and turned it flat. He held it up in front of Wei Lin: "Practice well."
"Yes!" Wei Lin stretched out his hands to catch Zhaoying and stared at it carefully. For sword cultivators, nothing can compare with a sword.
Xingye smiled even more and suggested: "Try it." Wei Lin glanced at him, lowered his eyes and looked at Zhaoying, held the hilt of the sword in his right hand, and slowly unsheathed the sword. In an instant, a brilliant orange light filled the air. The eyes of everyone were like the midsummer sunset, sparing no effort to emit light and illuminate everything.
"So beautiful." Yunli couldn't help but admire, taking a photo, the name seemed particularly suitable. A faint smile appeared on the corner of Wei Lin's lips, and he lightly stroked the sharp sword with his fingers. His fingertips felt a slight pain for a moment, and a drop of blood appeared. His eyes were even more satisfied.
Unlike the light that warms the heart, the blade feels as cold as ice and snow, chilling to the bone. Suddenly, the sword shook and flew out of his hand with a buzzing sound.
Everyone held their breath and stared at it without blinking. It was not common to see spiritual magical weapons. Someone suddenly asked the person next to him in a low voice: "I didn't see any action from Senior Brother Qianjiu. Why did the Shadow Sword fly out of his hand?"
"It goes without saying that my senior brother is extremely talented and has been recognized by the Shadow Sword. He is anxious to recognize his master." Their voices were very low, but at the moment everyone was holding their breath and concentrating. The five senses of the monks were far beyond those of ordinary people. Their voices Everyone present heard it.
Immediately, some people looked at Wei Lin with envy and jealousy. Some people are destined to be looked up to by everyone.
Wei Lin was slightly startled. He raised his head and stared at the shadow flying in the air. Is that so? Uneasiness flashed through his heart. Just now, there seemed to be a hint of light coming from the Shadow Sword. Resistance?
Different from the envy and hatred of the young disciples in the Qi training period below, all the senior officials stood up one after another and looked at the Shadow Sword in surprise and stasis in the air for a moment before falling to the ground.
At this time, even those foundation-building monks had strange looks on their faces. Jingzhe instantly appeared on the ring with an unclear expression. With a move of his hand, the Shadow Sword on the ground instantly appeared in front of Wei Lin. With the tip of his finger, a little white light entered Wei Lin's forehead: "This is the formula for refining the magical weapon of your life. Now do it." Sacrifice.”
"Don't be so anxious." A voice as light as a mosquito's chirping sounded, and then Wei Lin felt the corner of his sleeve drop and turned his head. Yunli also entered the ring at some point and grabbed the corner of his sleeve. At this moment, she was raising her head. He tilted his head and looked at Jingzhe, with an unnoticeable fear hidden deep in his apricot eyes.
Wei Lin was startled. He took a step forward and looked at his master. Because there were so many strange things happening to Ah Li, she always intentionally or unintentionally avoided contact with these true masters. It was inevitable. Sometimes, he also blends in with the crowd, trying his best to reduce his sense of existence.
These actions were done unconsciously by her and she didn't even notice it. However, today she unexpectedly went out of her way and ran right in front of a group of Nascent Soul Stage True Lords.
As she practiced, she relied more and more on intuition. Thinking about the rejection of the Shadow Sword just now, Wei Lin's heart became more and more uneasy. He gently pulled out the corner of his sleeve from her hand. He nodded to Jingzhe and pinched out the complicated words with both hands. The magic formula is constantly penetrated into the body of the shadow sword.
The first step of the sacrificial refining went smoothly, and he felt at ease. When the sacrificial refining formula in the sword was basically formed, he separated a ray of his mind to force out a few drops of blood essence, and extracted a ray of spiritual consciousness to merge into the Shadow Sword. .
At this time, a sudden change occurred, and the previously quiet Shadow Sword began to vibrate again. It was caught off guard and soared into the sky, avoiding the energy, blood, and consciousness that were trying to merge.
The sacrifice was interrupted, and Wei Lin immediately spit out a mouthful of blood, but he couldn't care about it at the moment, his eyes were blank and confused.
Silence, deathly silence. In the arena where more than 50,000 people gathered, there was complete silence, and you could hear a pin drop. The low-level monks didn't understand why, but the high-level monks couldn't believe their eyes. The swordsman genius with dual spiritual roots and nearly full purity was actually rejected by the Shadow Sword!
How can this be? ! Generally speaking, the recognition of the master by a magical weapon is the recognition of its talent. The more powerful the magical weapon, the higher the requirements for the master's talent. Although the Shadow Sword is only a low-grade heaven-level magical weapon, it has begun to take shape. It is predictable that it has high demands on its owner.
It's just that Qianjiu already has the full value of the dual spirit roots of fire and wood. It is said that his talent is so high that it is rare. Not to mention the heaven level, even treasures and Taoist weapons should not be a problem. How could the Shadow Sword reject him? ?
The monks above the Foundation Establishment stage who had already refined their natal magic weapon looked at each other in confusion. Someone whispered: "Is it possible that Junior Brother Qianjiu is so talented that he feels unworthy of the Shadow Sword?" This sounds absurd at first glance, but after thinking about it carefully, it turns out that It's not impossible. Everyone's eyes are once again eager. He has unprecedented qualifications that can put even heaven-level magic weapons to shame.
The senior officials of Canye Pavilion are not so optimistic. The weapon is not a spiritual pet. No matter how spiritual it is, it can be smarter than a spiritual pet. They will reject people who are not qualified, but they will never have complex emotions such as feeling ashamed.
Xingye exchanged glances with several of his right-hand men, and took out a few more magic weapons, ranging from yellow-level to heaven-level ones, and said, "Try these." Wei Lin's fingers were shaking a little. He closed his eyes and opened them again. At this moment, all the panic was suppressed, and he steadily fired out the sacrificial refining techniques one after another, only to be rejected at the last step once again.
His long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he quickly fired the sacrificial refining formula at another magic weapon. Desperately, it failed again. Now, even the group of monks who were in the early stage of Qi training and knew nothing about the sacrifice of their natal magic weapon knew that something was wrong. The crowd was in a commotion and discussing in low voices.
Yunli couldn't hear the discussion below. She stared at Wei Lin who was frantically squeezing, and her heart was filled with fear. She didn't know what would happen, and she didn't know the reason, but fear arose from deep in her heart, like darkness. In the night, there was a weak candle lamp. Now the strong wind was blowing, and the tiny flame was blown around and was about to be extinguished.
Several Nascent Soul masters stopped transmitting messages, and Jingzhe raised his hand to stop Wei Lin from making secrets. He looked pitiful and sighed softly. Mang Zhong on the side looked incomprehensible and said: "Tell him, this kind of thing can't be kept secret." I can't help it." Jingzhe's eyes turned cold, and he took a deep look at him. He lowered his eyes and looked at Wei Lin. His throat was a little dry. He pursed his lips and said, "You have no destiny." Buzz - Wei Lin's brain There was a blank. He saw Jingzhe's thin lips opening and closing, but couldn't hear what he was saying.
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