The female supporting role is really here to mess things up

Seeing this, Lu Qingxi immediately understood. It seemed that the chance for Song Hanyi and Mu Jingxuan was these two top-grade spiritual swords. But for some reason, she always felt that the two swords were not as powerful as her broken thoughts, but she did not think about it any further.

After Song Hanyi returned to the team, he began to count the number of people. At this time, Lin Qiaoyue, who had been hiding behind the tree, slowly came out. Her eyes were erratic, and she didn't dare to look at Lu Qingxi and Xuan Yi. Xuan Yi snorted coldly, and Lin Qiaoyue shuddered, then took several steps out, as if she wanted to escape from this awkward atmosphere.

At this time, Gu Yuan's voice came from a distance. He walked and said, "It seems that I am unlucky and have not encountered any opportunities." Hearing his words, the female cultivators who always admired him hurried forward to comfort him. Gu Yuan thanked them one by one, and then his eyes began to search among the crowd. When he saw Lu Qingxi who was safe and sound, his eyes darkened, but then returned to normal.

Seeing that everyone had arrived, Song Hanyi took out another piece of chalcedony from his sleeve. He used his spiritual power to hit the chalcedony into the center of the formation on the other side. A dazzling light burst out from the center of the formation, forming a huge circle of light. Everyone walked into the circle of light one by one in the order they came. When the last person stepped in, the circle of light suddenly shrank and enveloped everyone.

After a dizzy spell, everyone found themselves back to where they came from. They looked around and saw the familiar scenery, and they couldn't help but feel an inexplicable emotion in their hearts.

The moment Lu Qingxi stepped out of the secret realm, Xiaoliu's long-lost and coquettish voice suddenly rang in her mind: "Host, woo woo woo, I can finally contact you!" Lu Qingxi was stunned by this sudden voice, and then a warm feeling surged in her heart. She hadn't heard Xiaoliu's voice for a long time, which made her feel a little uncomfortable.

She gently comforted him, "Xiao Liu, I don't know why I couldn't sense you as soon as I entered the secret realm. I guess there must be some kind of suppression in the secret realm, which caused you to be sealed." After hearing Lu Qingxi's explanation, Xiao Liu seemed to understand a little. He no longer dwelled on this issue, but turned to care about Lu Qingxi's safety: "Host, were you injured in there? I'm so worried about you."

Lu Qingxi felt warm in her heart, knowing that Xiaoliu was concerned about her. She patiently told her experiences in the secret realm, including how she encountered danger and how she was saved by Xuanyi. After listening to her, Xiaoliu had a better impression of Xuanyi. He thought that Xuanyi had given Lu Qingxi the elixir before and now saved her life. He was really a trustworthy person. As for Lu Qingxi's beauty being seen by Xuanyi, Xiaoliu thought it was no big deal.

Then, Xiao Liu became interested in the broken thoughts that had turned into a token on Lu Qingxi's waist. It tried to scan the token carefully to see if it could find out the material and function of the spiritual sword, after all, it had not appeared in the original plot. Naturally, it could not get any information, and it scanned out nothing. Xiao Liu was a little disappointed, but he didn't get too entangled. He knew that his ability was still very limited in the world of cultivation.

So, Xiaoliu gave up the idea of ​​continuing scanning and continued chatting with Lu Qingxi happily.

After the five of them parted ways with the other disciples, they returned to Jianxin Sect together. As soon as they entered the inner peak, Ling Xiao sent a message to them to come to the main hall.

Following Ling Xiao's voice transmission, everyone hurried to the main hall of Jianxin Sect. They saw Ling Xiao standing quietly in front of the main hall with his back to them, as if he had been waiting for a long time. They quickly quickened their pace, walked forward, and said respectfully in unison: "Greetings, Master."

Ling Xiao turned around upon hearing the voice, and scanned everyone with a serious look on his face. He first walked up to Song Hanyi and Mu Jingxuan, and looked at the spirit swords in their hands, with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. He nodded slightly and asked with concern, "Were you two injured in the secret realm?"

Song Hanyi and Mu Jingxuan looked at each other and replied with a smile: "The spiritual power is slightly damaged, but it's not a big deal."

Hearing this, Ling Xiao took out a golden medicine bottle from his storage bag and handed it to Song Hanyi, saying, "This is a fifth-level rejuvenation pill, which is very beneficial for restoring spiritual power. You take it first. If it's not enough, I'll give you more."

Song Hanyi and Mu Jingxuan took the medicine bottle and hurriedly thanked Ling Xiao. Ling Xiao nodded slightly, then turned and walked towards Xuan Yi. Then, Ling Xiao turned his gaze to Xuan Yi, and his eyes fell on the spiritual sword in Xuan Yi's hand. When he saw clearly that the sword was a heart-protecting sword, he was stunned for a few seconds. In fact, he was not surprised by the heart-protecting sword itself. After all, Xuan Yi had a mutated wind attribute spiritual root, and his aptitude was outstanding. It was natural for him to have a top-grade spiritual sword.

However, Ling Xiao knows a lot about the Heart-Protecting Sword. It is not only a rare spiritual sword, but also a sword that contains the meaning of protection. If there is no one who wants to protect, the sword will not recognize him as its master. Xuan Yi has always been known for his indifference. When did the person he wanted to protect live in his heart?

Although Ling Xiao was somewhat puzzled, he did not delve into it. He did not intend to explore other people's secrets, and only thought that his little apprentice had his own secrets and stories. He nodded gently and said to Xuan Yi: "Xuan Yi, you must practice sword well in the future, and don't let this good sword be buried."

Xuan Yi felt a little emotional after hearing Ling Xiao's words. He knew that although his master was usually strict, he still had high hopes for him. He nodded solemnly, saying that he would work harder in sword practice and live up to his master's expectations.

After saying that, Ling Xiao continued to walk forward, his eyes fell on the Fang Ruo sword in Lu Qingxi's hand, and a strange color flashed in his eyes. But he didn't say much, and continued to walk towards Gu Yuan. When he saw that Gu Yuan was not wearing a new natal sword, he couldn't help but frowned and asked in confusion: "How come you didn't find your natal sword? Even..."

Although he didn't say it explicitly, everyone understood his unfinished meaning. Xuan Yi couldn't help but frowned and looked at Lu Qingxi worriedly. However, Lu Qingxi didn't change her expression, as if she was not affected at all. She already knew Ling Xiao's attitude in her heart, and knew that this master had always disliked the original owner, so she didn't plan to deal with him too much, and just treated him as a stranger.

Although Gu Yuan still had some grudges against Lu Qingxi, he felt a little uncomfortable after hearing Ling Xiao's words. He smiled awkwardly and said, "Maybe the time has not come yet. I can only wait for the next opportunity."

After listening to this, Ling Xiao gently patted Gu Yuan's shoulder, turned around and walked back to his original position. He cleared his throat and began to convey a new notice: "Three months later, it will be the day of the Immortal Sect Competition. All cultivators who find their natal sword today will participate. Gu Yuan should not be discouraged if he did not find his natal sword this time, there will be another chance next time. The others should go back and rest for a few days and prepare for the upcoming competition."

After saying this, he waved his hand, signaling everyone to leave. Everyone bowed respectfully and then left the hall one after another.