Contracting divine beasts, refining divine pills, and the gods worshipping the Ninth Young Master

Everyone's eyes were focused on the position of the divine sword in mid-air.

Wei Liufeng's figure appeared, and the moment his hand touched the hilt of the sword, dazzling lightning suddenly burst out from the sword, as if the whole world was shocked by this power.

And four big words "Purple Thunder Sword" also appeared in the space.

There is no doubt that this is the name of this sword.

As the thunder and lightning raged, the purple sword body began to twist and deform, turning into a lightning-like light and shadow, and instantly merged into Wei Liufeng's body.

At the same time, the space around Wei Liufeng began to distort, forming a huge vortex that wrapped Wei Liufeng and the magic sword together.

This situation lasted for nearly half an hour before the space slowly calmed down.

Wei Liufeng's figure appeared in the air again, dressed in green, with resolute facial features, holding the purple magic sword in his hand, and the aura around him continued to rise.

Originally, he was at the initial stage of Half-Step Spiritual Saint, but now, after contracting the divine sword, he was promoted to the peak of Advanced Half-Step Spiritual Saint.

Judging from his own cultivation alone, he can be said to be the best among the new generation of disciples of the five sects.

With the Purple Thunder Sword in his hand, no one among the five sects' disciples could match him.

Most of the disciples present looked at Wei Liufeng in mid-air with envy, with unconcealable disappointment and regret on their faces.

This is also human nature. The elders of several sects did not have any dissatisfaction with the performance of their disciples. These people were the core disciples of each sect. They had good talents and understanding. The only thing missing was their character, which needed to be honed slowly.

This kind of experience is not necessarily a bad thing. If they can figure it out, it will be beneficial to their future cultivation.

Everyone has his or her own opportunity. These extremely talented disciples have much stronger luck than others.

After Luo Jiusheng withdrew his gaze, he looked at Yun Chu, and saw that he did not show any sign of disappointment, so he felt relieved.

This fight for the divine sword was not without gain for her and Yun Chu.

After they go back and discuss with each other, Luo Jiusheng believes that they will both make more progress.

After Wei Liufeng completed the promotion, he landed on the ground and looked around. His sight remained on Luo Jiusheng and Yun Chu.

Under the gaze of many disciples, he walked towards Luo Jiusheng and Yun Chu.

Standing in front of the two, Wei Liufeng greeted Yun Chu first: "Long time no see."

His tone was very familiar, and Yun Chu smiled and replied: "Yes, it's been a long time. Congratulations on taking the magic sword. I can't beat you this time."

Wei Liufeng did not agree with him and said stubbornly: "I can only tie with you at most, you know your own strength.

But this time, my target is not you."

At this point, Wei Liufeng's gaze finally fell on Luo Jiusheng, "It's him!"

Yun Chu raised an eyebrow, "Oh? He is the Spiritual Master, you are interested."

After Yun Chu finished speaking, Wei Liufeng looked Luo Jiusheng up and down with an undisguised gaze. There was only inquiry and a fighting spirit in his eyes, and no other malice.

Although Luo Jiusheng was a little displeased with this frank look, Wei Liufeng had not taken any action yet, so she stood there calmly and let him look at her.

At the same time, Luo Jiusheng looked at Wei Liufeng fiercely, and was not afraid of him just because he was two levels higher than him.

Meeting her gaze, Wei Liufeng's fighting spirit became stronger, and he said word by word: "You are very strong!"

"Let's have a fight!"