"That's...Junior Sister Fufeng's sword!" Lang Wu murmured.
At this moment, all the disciples of Greedy Wolf's Mace also recognized it. Isn't this one of Ningxia's three spiritual swords? A few days ago, they saw each other using this sword.
In fact, they have been adhering to the "Silence is golden" policy since they joined the big team. They have always been cautious about their words and actions and lowered their sense of existence.
It's not that the disciples of the Wuhua Sect have any ill intentions towards them or are on guard against them. On the contrary, these monks who should have come from the same sect as Fufeng all seemed to be very handsome, with extraordinary bearing, and excellent conduct and courtesy.
They even vaguely saw some shadows of Fufeng's way of treating others in each other.
The other party was not so superficially polite and polite to them. Probably because of the relationship with Fufeng, they could feel that the other party intended to make good friends.
Some people came to inquire about their new faces, but they were blocked by the few here intentionally or unintentionally, without revealing their identities.
Also, after all, even if they never do anything to oppose them, their stance is still the same as what they call the people outside.
Once word spreads, even though it's nothing, their situation here will immediately become embarrassing. But it may be difficult for them to even stay here and wait for news from Ningxia.
So it's better not to say anything, just let it pass in a blur, and it will be convenient to leave later.
Thinking of this, Lang Wu couldn't help but feel a little emotional that these senior brothers in Fufeng were really thoughtful and measured in their actions.
————Replace immediately. Replace immediately. Come back after two o’clock——
Even if the two of them did not become serious masters and disciples, the education and influence engraved in their bones are there. No one can deny that even their thoughts and ideas are similar.
Ran thought so, and even angrily wanted to teach the other party a lesson. But after all, he hopes that his children will be well. When his anger dissipates, he can't help but feel worried.
He thought...if Ning Xia could come out early, he wouldn't scold her.
"Look, that, that..." Suddenly the young man exclaimed in shock.
Since Lord Yuan Heng sent out an order to guard this place, Lin Pingzhen took the initiative and divided the team into several small teams to surround them. The purpose is to prevent outsiders, especially those from outside the country who don’t know the situation, from prying into it.
Fortunately, Lin Pingzhen had been trained as the heir of a sect since he was a child. He had the bearing of a superior and had some skills in managing interpersonal relationships, so he could barely appease this complex team composed of monks from different sects.
Even if it is temporarily impossible to convince everyone like Zhenjun Yuanheng, he is still willing to cooperate.
And everyone knew that such a big battle was all because of that person's order.
Now they are all under the protection of True Lord Yuan Heng, so they can live more safely in this dangerous secret realm. Having had such an experience, they naturally hope that True Lord Yuanheng will be well and at least be able to continue to protect them for a while.
Therefore, no matter who they are, whether they are those who have made friends with the Wuhua Sect and spontaneously defend the area, or are disciples who have exchanged conditions for protection with True Lord Yuanheng due to transactions, or even some people with ulterior motives, they are carefully guarding this place during this time.
No matter how probing or voyeuristic those around them were, they never left without permission, and did not miss the smallest details of what happened in this area. In short, always pay attention to everything happening around here.
Because whenever something happens here, it really can't be just a small movement, but a commotion.
At this time, the only thing that can attract Jin Lin's attention is probably the matters related to Zhenjun Yuanheng and Ningxia. Could it be that the two of them were finally willing to let go?
The first reaction of everyone who didn't have time to see it was this. When they followed their eyes, they found that the situation seemed different from what they imagined.
It was true that something happened at the center of the flame, but it was not the person they expected.
It is true that something came out, but it was not a person——
He Haigong is impatient. In fact, he is not a very smart person, and his friends often criticize him for being a stupid young man with a dull head and always being unable to do things right.
Because everyone was avoiding the flames, he was secretly angry at the behavior of Zhenjun Yuanheng and the two of them "ignoring", and no one could hold them back.
Later, it was Master Ming Jing who tapped the person's acupuncture points, which barely calmed the person down. But the other party's mood could not be calmed down so easily. His eyes seemed to be glued to the formation, and it seemed that he wanted to stare out of the formation for a moment.
Therefore, he was the first to discover what happened at the formation. That sound was what he shouted, drawing everyone's attention.
Those flames spread from the core of the formation, burning along the formation lines, almost showing a radioactive trend. The flames seemed to have found their own orbit, spreading out with claws and teeth, domineeringly occupying a large space in the central area.
The flames were so powerful that even the monks with Jindan cultivation level would feel extremely uncomfortable if they got close to it. The people present were at most at this level of cultivation level, or even lower. They also had to move back a little.
As the flames spread outward, everyone was forced to the edge by the flames. As the flames faintly expanded outwards, it seemed that there was still room to retreat.
At this moment, a different kind of fire suddenly appeared in the sea of fire, which was naturally particularly conspicuous.
Many people, like everyone in the Formation Hall, thought that Ning Xia and True Lord Yuan Heng finally couldn't bear it anymore and came out. But taking a closer look...well, the size doesn't seem to match up.
Even if Ningxia comes out first, no matter how short and thin she is, she can't be just this small. Even if it is only covered with a thin layer of flames, it is still more than half the size.
Everyone's thoughts fell into blind spots, and they immediately recovered when they found something was wrong. What is this thing that comes out and is wrapped in firelight? It looks like a long and thin strip, and it looks a bit like... a sword?
It's really a sword!
Breaking out of the fire, as the layers of flames attached to it faded, the things inside became clearer and revealed their true appearance.
It was a spiritual sword, no doubt, a light and slender spiritual sword that was suitable for light swordsmanship at first glance.
But that's not Ningxia's Spirit Sword.
Many disciples who know Ningxia immediately ruled out this possibility. They had seen Ningxia's sword, the sword called Chonghuan, but it didn't seem to look like this.
Who does this sword come from? How could it emerge from the fire? What happened to the people inside?
If this sword could talk, it might have been pulled by the collar to force a confession.
Everyone was scratching their heads and staring at the gadget that suddenly appeared but could not answer them, hoping to get some information from it...
