Yi Ran and Mo Xiangyi were about to go to the knife sink when a sudden change occurred.
Xiaobai fell from Yiran's earlobe in a daze, and only had time to exclaim "I" before flying forward in a daze.
Yi Ran and Mo Xiangyi looked surprised but said nothing. They followed Xiao Bai closely but did not stop him.
Not long after, the fog in front of his eyes suddenly cleared, and Xiaobai's roar was heard at this moment.
"I...I actually walked out of the world of formations!"
"Yiran, Sister Yiyi...where are you people? Don't leave me here alone!"
Mo Xiangyi covered her mouth and chuckled, and Yiran watched Xiaobai rush into the white mist, and then quickly walked out in a daze.
"Woooooooo..."
There were bursts of dragon roars, and the sound was actually a little sad and sad. 33
"Yiran, you actually lost me...you actually lost me..."
Xiaobai's voice was extremely sad, but just when Yiran wanted to leave the world of formations, the scene in front of him shocked Yiran.
Xiaobai turned around and said viciously:
"If you dare to lose me, I will come to you to settle the score after I go grab a token!"
As he spoke, Xiaobai turned into a porcelain doll carved from pink and jade and walked towards the plain.
Yiran was stunned, and so was Mo Xiangyi.
They thought about many reasons why Xiaobai didn't want to transform, but they never thought it would be this reason.
Whether it is a monster or a monster, as long as it can transform, it will probably be handsome, enchanting and colorful.
But this is actually not absolute. In order to adapt to their true intentions and exert their strongest combat power, many Warcraft do not deliberately change their appearance, so they age like people.
Yiran had ever thought that Xiaobai, who liked to call himself "Laozi", would transform into a burly man, or even a man with a fierce face and a sinister face.
Mo Xiangyi, on the other hand, doubted whether Xiaobai's gender was male. If Xiaobai, who calls himself Lao Tzu, was a girl, that would be a strange thing.
In Windfire City, there were actually more people speculating on this issue, because transformation was more of a symbol of identity and strength for Warcraft.
At that time, Xiaobai still insisted that by not transforming, he could hide his strength and launch an unexpected attack when necessary.
But now, there is indeed something unexpected!
"Xiaobai...Xiaobai..."
Seeing Xiaobai's figure fading away, Yiran pretended to be anxious and shouted.
Mo Xiangyi also shouted in cooperation:
"Xiaobai, where are you? Xiaobai, where have you been?"
Outside the white mist, Xiao Bai, who was about to leave, paused, and immediately transformed into a little white dragon about ten feet tall, and then roared "woo woo woo" in response:
"Here, I'm here!"
Obviously, in its inner excitement, it no longer cares about calling itself "I am not an old man".
Finally, Yiran handed the token that Pu Song brought him to Xiaobai, and Xiaobai swallowed it into the space in his belly, and then turned it into an earring again and hung it on Yiran's earlobe.
Only then did Yi Ran and Mo Xiangyi walk towards the knife sink safely.
As he continued to go deeper, Yiran became more and more frightened. The vast white mist still did not dissipate, and the strange smell filled in it became more and more intense.
"This is the Dragon Mist. No wonder the monks without tokens would become confused and walk out of this world without knowing it."
Yi Ran raised his eyebrows lightly, full of shock.
"What is the Dragon Mist? Is it possible to ignore the practitioners' cultivation and confuse their spirits?"
Mo Xiangyi was a little confused.
"Yes, it's hard to say for the Emperor, but anyone under the Emperor should be susceptible. Even if I hadn't noticed in advance that I had inhaled a certain amount of white mist, I would have fallen into a coma and walked out without realizing it."
While the two were talking, there was a peak martial arts spirit walking outside with staggering steps in front of him. His eyes were dull and even when he saw Yi Ran and Mo Xiangyi, he didn't react at all and just passed them by.
Obviously, he doesn't have a token.
But I don't know if he was robbed or if he was trying to rush in with his strength.
Yi Ran and Mo Xiangyi ignored the man and continued walking towards the knife sink.
Gradually, in the silent world, faint sounds finally came out, and finally the chirping of insects and birds was detected by Yiran's senses.
After walking for several more miles, the fog finally began to fade, and figures appeared around them.
The knife sink has arrived!
In Xifeng City, Yiran had already received the exact information about the Knife Washing Pond, so when he looked at the large lake called the Pond in front of him, he was not too shocked.
As for the monks who surrounded the knife-washing pool and didn't know how to count them, Yiran had already expected them.
Although it is a knife-washing pool, what is washed is not the sword, but the sword's intention, sword's energy and sword's strength. For those who use swords, this is definitely a sacred place rarely seen in the world.
It is said that all the monks in this world who are famous for their swords have come to the knife washing pool, even the strong swordsmen from the other two empires are no exception.
Here, the monk who uses the sword only needs to condense the sword energy, sword intention and sword gang with all the essence of the body, and then stick it into the knife washing pool, and then he can temper everything about himself with the full pool of divine liquid. It can be said that it is Miraculous and abnormal.
This is certainly heart-warming, especially for the sword-wielding families of the other two empires. They don't want to travel so far, but they want to leave such an opportunity to future generations.
Therefore, in history, there have been several experiences where monks used their overwhelming strength to steal a lot of pond water.
However, according to later rumors, those divine liquids that were taken for themselves lost all their effects immediately after leaving the world of formations, and turned into the most ordinary lake water.
As a result, no one came up with such an idea anymore. Any monk who wanted to hone his sword skills had to make a pilgrimage here in person.
Just as Yi Ran and Mo Xiangyi stopped to look for a quieter place, their attention was attracted by a noisy sound.
"Breakthrough, I actually broke through right now, hehehehe..."
A fat man with a strong build showed an extremely lewd smile on his face.
"I haven't even entered the King Realm yet, but I have broken through the bottleneck and reached the Spiritual Level by virtue of my understanding of the art of swordsmanship!"
"I am truly a born king of swords!"
The more he spoke, the more excited he became, and the more he spoke, the more unscrupulous he became. He felt that no one in the world could wield a sword like him.
But he couldn't be happy for long, because right next to him, there was a young man whose cultivation had reached the middle stage of the spiritual level. He stared at the fat man angrily, obviously being interrupted by the fat man from his own understanding.
He didn't want to pursue it at first. After all, there were many people here and it was not easy to occupy a good position. The most urgent thing was to seize the time to sharpen his sword skills.
But as the fat man's voice became louder and louder, and his words became more and more unscrupulous and arrogant, he finally couldn't help it.
Then, there was a slash of the sword, sending the fat man flying far away.
Although the fat man was not injured, he woke up immediately in a panic.
He scanned the whole place dejectedly, and under the disgusted eyes of countless people, he had no choice but to tuck his tail between his legs and hide among the crowd.
The monk who used the sword was far better than the fat man in terms of cultivation and understanding of the art of swordsmanship, but he was very distressed.
Because that fat man could benefit a lot from the knife sink, but he couldn't realize the power of the knife sink at all.
No matter how he condensed the sword energy and the sword intention into the most powerful and pure sword gang, and then penetrated into the deepest part of the knife washing pool, he could not feel any magic in the knife washing pool.
In his opinion, that pool of divine liquid was like the most ordinary lake water, without any tempering effect.
He had been standing here for three whole days and three nights, but he was unwilling to accept this fact. It could even be said that this was the real reason why he took action in anger.
After closing his eyes for a long time, he retracted his sword in despair, and said to himself in great despair:
"Is my future worse than that damn fat man?"
"Why is the sword washing pool useless to my swordsmanship? Is it true that my swordsmanship will stop here in this life as rumored?"
He was angry but helpless, unwilling but lonely.
He clearly knew the rumors that almost all the strong men who used swords in the world had been here. This was the holy place in the hearts of all those who used swords.
But it was of no use to him, as if he didn't recognize his talent.
In the end, he could only sigh leisurely, and then walked lonely deeper into the formation world.
But in comparison, there is no fighting spirit in his body, and even his spirit has suddenly moved from youth to middle age, and he no longer has the slightest drive to show off his edge.
Yi Ran and Mo Xiangyi probed their senses at the same time. They didn't target anyone and naturally they wouldn't attract anyone's attention, but they were able to find it.
Situations like this happen all the time, and it can even be said to be extremely frequent. From time to time, someone will improve their cultivation level due to a breakthrough in the way of the sword. Moreover, their cultivation level is high or low, and not only the weak can get the opportunity.
It is for this reason that more people are flocking to this place and are unwilling to leave even if they get nothing.
However, there are also many people whose consciousness has become depressed, because for them, the importance of the knife washing pool is more important than the income from the King Realm.
After all, they are all geniuses who came here. For them, the improvement of their cultivation level is just a matter of course. Only by improving their own combat power can their talents be revealed.
Especially in their hearts, they want to use this place to compare with the sword-wielding predecessors to prove that their talents are stronger and their future will be brighter.
But the fruitless results hit them hard, making them feel that their road had come to an end.
Such a blow is undoubtedly fatal, especially to those talented people with high aspirations.
Yi Ran and Mo Xiangyi withdrew their senses at the same time and remained silent. They had also heard about this situation for a long time, but there were various opinions about this situation, which were not entirely worthy of belief.
Some people say that the more talented you are, the greater your harvest will be, and you can use it to sharpen your sword skills. Some people say that it is all a coincidence, and it depends on luck to get such an opportunity. There are even all kinds of weird rumors that are even more ridiculous.
Yiran didn't believe that opportunities depended on luck, and after seeing the scene before her, she didn't believe in the connection between talent and chance.
So, in the end, they were ready to try it themselves.
After Yiran saw the mystery here, he also had strange emotions. He felt that his Jian Gang could also be put into the knife washing pool to try it out.
Some people died, but not completely...
