After the death of the villain master, the traitor went crazy

Li Jin'er was just like the other disciples before her. She came out after only half a cup of tea.

She smiled and shook her head gently at Li Fuyi who was coming towards her.

"Sister..."

Before Li Fuyi could say anything to comfort her, she said, "Sister, it's okay. Fuyi, go in."

Li Fuyi thought that her sister didn't look unwell, so she decided to go in first, after all, there were people waiting in line behind her.

When he reached the door, the senior brother guarding the entrance handed him a rune with the words "Sword Summoning" written on it: "Here is the rune, just go in and chant it."

"Remember not to draw the sword forcefully, as it may cause accidental injury." Li Fuyi and Li Jiner are siblings, and the senior brother guarding the entrance saw it all.

Li Jiner's right hand had just come out, and she had kept it hidden in her sleeve, but the bloody smell could not be deceived.

What's more, the teachers were watching her the whole time through the water mirror, so if there was any real danger, she couldn't come out on her own initiative.

Li Fuyi is the most outstanding among the new disciples this time. Even for the sake of his being the master's direct disciple, no one would say much.

But out of good intentions, I also gave a routine reminder.

Li Fuyi carefully looked at the rune, confirmed that he had memorized it, and then stepped into the entrance.

The speaker has no intention, the listener has the heart.

Li Jin'er, who was chattering aside after being pulled aside by Lin Moran, was very concerned and tightened her palms which were simply wrapped in a handkerchief and hidden in her sleeves, for fear that someone would see something.

Lin Moran was discussing with her: "Jin'er, do you think Fu Yi can invite Jian?"

"It would be great if I could. The swords inside are all good swords. They will be of great benefit to him in the future..." He looked towards the entrance from time to time.

The thick fog surrounding the entrance blocked everyone's view.

The master's new nominal disciples were no different; they came out empty-handed.

When it was Li Fuyi's turn, everyone was very optimistic about him, and whether he could get the sword attracted much attention.

Lin Moran's sword came from Jian Gu Han Qiu and was named Qingshuang.

Although it is not a famous ancient sword, it is very unique because the sword body is all green.

In the cold hill of sword bones, Li Fuyi was sweating profusely.

Because in front of him, there were ten fairy swords of different shapes stubbornly blocking his way.

When he first came in, he was shocked by the mountain in front of him that was filled with immortal swords.

The oncoming sword energy was overwhelming, and even Li Fuyi, who had not formally practiced, could feel the sharp feeling of being locked by thousands of sword tips.

Looking at the winding path, he knelt down at the foot of Jianshan.

Without saying anything, he kowtowed three times before standing up decisively and walking inside.

I took a quick look along the way, seeing what was amazing and what was rare, and from time to time I would go over to take a closer look.

But he didn't even recite the sword summoning spell, which made Shen Changxun, who was guarding the outer gate of the water mirror, exclaim: "It's been a long time since I saw a disciple who can hold his breath so well."

Mo Zheng chuckled and felt proud of it, thinking that his senior brother was praising him.

Liu Xingrou spat at him: "Did I praise you? Why are you so proud?"

The one who had obtained the sword before was her new disciple.

She wasn't even so proud, look at him, so shameful!

Mo Zheng's grin widened: "Hehe, Senior Brother Changxun is praising my disciple, and you won't let me be happy for a while?"

Liu Xingrou was about to say something when she was interrupted by Shen Changxun's exclamation.

Through the water mirror, they actually saw a scene they had never seen before!

Li Fuyi didn't even recite any spells before ten swords flew out from all over the Sword Mountain impatiently, blocking his way forward.

"Our Zichen Sword Sect...I'm afraid we're really going to produce a heaven-defying Sword Emperor!" Mu Jinshu was astonished.

Although it is rare for the sword in the Sword Bone Cold Hill to choose its master on its own, there will always be one or two geniuses who appear every hundred or thousand years.

This might have caused so many immortal swords to eagerly show up, as if they were afraid of being snatched away by other swords, and they rushed to grab them first...

I have never seen this since the beginning of the world!

Time and again, Li Fuyi's luck is really... incredible!

The six peak masters who were watching in front of the water mirror changed their previous leisurely attitude and stared at Li Fuyi's every move with bated breath.

When Li Fuyi turned to the left, the ten swords moved to the left. When he turned to the right, the swords moved to the right.

If he took a step forward, they would simply line up and move forward as well.

Li Fuyi could only bow to them and said, "Seniors... could you please give way?"

"I want to go to the top to ask for a sword." He pointed to the high place where the path led.

In fact, no one told him where to ask for the sword, nor did they specify how many times he should recite the spell to ask for the sword.

But Li Fuyi subconsciously wanted to go to the end and just recite it once.

If there was no response from the magic sword, he would turn back along the path.

When he saw various swords along the way, he mostly admired them and had no desire to own them.

Perhaps it was because of his mentality that the immortal swords became extremely anxious. They all ran out on their own without waiting for him to recite the spell to summon the swords.

It sounded like he was going to go inside, and all ten swords made a buzzing sound.

It seems that if I urge him again, he can just recite it here. It doesn't matter where I invite him, right?

Waste of effort!

Li Fuyi actually understood their meaning from the sound of the swords, and she herself felt unbelievable!

He could only ask doubtfully, "Are you asking me to ask for a sword here?"

The ten swords swayed in unison, as if nodding.

Li Fuyi swallowed and asked, "Can I go to the top?"

The ten swords were swung neatly to the left and right again, and the meaning of rejection was obvious.

"Disciple Li Fuyi, I respectfully beg you once again..."

"...Sword of the Spirit, please respond to my will."

"Here comes the sword!"

"Here comes the sword!"

"Here comes the sword!"

Three sword sounds came, like an ancient call, echoing in the entire Sword Bone Cold Hill for a long time.

The originally bright and clear world suddenly became dim and indistinguishable, replaced by countless immortal swords that covered the sky and the sun.

As far as the eye can see, the immortal swords that were originally quietly inserted in the Sword Mountain are now breaking free from the constraints of the earth.

As if summoned by a mysterious force, it flew into the air.

They circled and danced densely in the air, and finally gathered together to form a magnificent sword curtain.

Endless sword light surrounded him.

As Li Fuyi slowly opened her tightly closed eyes, the sword curtain emitted a dazzling light, and the entire sky looked like a sea of swords.

Li Fuyi had never seen such a scene before, and she was a little at a loss with her head held high.

The ten swords that were originally blocking his way stood out from all directions, transformed into ten dazzling golden lights, rushed in front of him like meteors, and gathered into a huge and dazzling sword shadow.

It is like a towering monument, smooth, dazzling and extremely sharp.

In the blink of an eye, the huge light and shadow suddenly compressed!

It condensed into a dazzling little lightsaber and slowly moved towards Li Fuyi...

Li Fuyi rubbed his eyes. A silver sword with a golden blade, a hilt and scabbard inlaid with golden patterns, and a white jade base...

It hummed, and the sword curtain that covered the sky and the sun dissipated, and all the immortal swords fell back to their original positions.

"You... are my sword?" Li Fuyi finally found her voice.

"Your... name is Taiwei!" The word Taiwei appeared in his mind for no reason, as if someone told him that the sword in front of him was called Taiwei.