After changing her master, she turned to the ruthless way, and the whole sect knelt down

This was also the first time Xie Liuyin had met the legendary Sword Master of the Qingxiao Sect. She bowed respectfully and said, "Greetings, Second Elder. I am Xie Liuyin, the junior."

"I understand your intentions, but before you enter the Sword Washing Pond to search for swords, I need to warn you. The swords here have developed intelligence. They have their own minds and choose their own masters."

"As long as they are willing, you can take even the founder's sword. If they are unwilling, you must not force them."

Xie Liuyin could hear the hint in the other person's words. She responded obediently, then slowly exhaled, and simply dived into the calm lake.

After entering the water, the robes on Xie Liuyin's body quickly took effect, using spiritual power to help her support a small air ball.

The moment Xie Liuyin opened his eyes and looked at the bottom of the pool, he felt his whole heart was deeply shocked.

Beneath the calm water surface is the deep and vast pool bottom, with a tall stone tablet standing upright in the middle of the pool.

Xie Liuyin's gaze passed through the layers of waves and vaguely saw the words "Sword Tomb" written on the stone tablet.

Taking his eyes off the stone tablet, Xie Liuyin quickly saw the densely packed and various spiritual swords scattered all over the bottom of the pool.

Logically speaking, these spirit swords should have rusted and rotted long ago after being submerged in the water for so long. But for some reason, the swords Xie Liuyin saw were even brighter than those on the shore.

Trying hard to suppress the excitement in his heart, Xie Liuyin circulated his spiritual power and sank to the bottom of the pool.

Before coming here, Xie Liuyin had already decided what kind of sword she wanted to choose. However, when she actually fell into the sword washing pool, she suddenly became less sure about her choice.

Just when Xie Liuyin was thinking about which sword to start with, a short sword suddenly jumped out from the corner and flew around Xie Liuyin several times.

It looked very excited, and the hilt of the sword kept rubbing against Xie Liuyin, as if it really wanted to follow her.

Xie Liuyin couldn't hide her surprise. She thought she would have to struggle for a long time before she could win the favor of a certain sword, but she didn't expect that she would be chosen so quickly.

She was delighted and just as she was about to reach out to grab the dagger, before she could touch it, the dagger, which was trembling with excitement, was violently knocked away by a heavy sword.

Xie Liuyin paused. This heavy sword looked beautiful, but it was not suitable for Xie Liuyin.

She pursed her lips, still thinking about how to politely refuse, when the third, fourth, fifth... countless swords came up.

They seemed angry that the person they liked was snatched away, and without even asking Xie Liuyin's opinion, they started fighting among themselves!

Especially the first short sword that ran out was maliciously targeted by most of the spirit swords. Not only was he severely beaten, but he was also squeezed into a corner and was trying every means to get close to Xie Liuyin.

There was also a vermilion sword, which seemed to be a small leader among the spirit swords. As soon as it entered the arena, it knocked away several swords closest to Xie Liuyin and occupied the position of Xie Liuyin's right hand very forcefully.

From time to time, it would rub against the back of Xie Liuyin's hand. Xie Liuyin even felt that it was saying to him: Human, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and hold me!

The fight between the spirit swords made quite a noise. Jing Wenlan, who was guarding on the shore, saw that the originally calm water surface suddenly became active, with waves constantly rising and rolling.

If there weren't formations protecting the Sword Washing Pool, the water would probably have spilled outside of Liuyun Island.

Fortunately, Jing Wenlan could sense the movement of the spirit sword in the pool, otherwise she would have suspected that Xie Liuyin had gone in to blow up the pool.

However, with so many spirit swords rioting at the same time, Jing Wenlan realized that something was wrong. She stared at the pool with a flicker in her eyes.

"When a cultivator chooses his natal sword, it's not the person who chooses the sword, but the sword that chooses the person. A person's spiritual roots and physique are different, so the sword that suits them is also different. Generally speaking, even if a person has a natural talent for swordsmanship, only a few swords will choose him."