After traveling to the world of cultivation, I rely on the game system to survive

Xia Chen made an alliance with Shetian without hesitation, and Shetian became his natal sword.

"Xiaoyi, I have found my natal sword. I will leave the sword tomb first and wait for you outside. Come on! I'm rooting for you!" The handsome young man turned around and left without looking back, eager to be alone with his Shetian.

Pei Nianyi:. . . . . .

Okay, bye bye, the next one will be better!

I didn't expect my friend to betray me too! Tsk! Man!

Pei Nian had no expression on his face and left this sad place without hesitation.

She walked silently in another direction. Bah! If I change direction, I won't encounter these unreasonable sword spirits again.

Pei Nianyi's face was indifferent.

At this moment, various sword spirit voices rang in her mind again.

What happened to the rare sword spirits?

How come the sword spirits in the sword tomb suddenly became as casual as cabbages?

Pei Nianyi tried a few more times, she felt that she shouldn't be here, she should be at the bottom of the tomb.

After being rejected so many times, Pei Nianyi even doubted whether she could get the natal sword. Could it be that the "lucky one" of this year really fell into her family?

Pei Nianyi was heartbroken. Is this what it means to be able to hear and touch but not get it?

After being rejected by the sword she loved, Pei Nianyi's face became terribly dejected. She was filled with hatred. Why were all these spiritual swords so evil?

[I am Shattered Scar. Wherever my sword strikes, it will break through anything. If you can pull me out, you will be my master.]

Another sword spirit's voice sounded in Pei Nianyi's mind.

This time, not only Pei Nianyi, but the remaining disciples in the sword tomb all heard the voice of the sword spirit in their minds.

The disciples who heard the call rushed over.

Soon a disciple discovered the green sword inserted in a fire-patterned stone.

The edge of the magic sword was sharp, and it was emitting a green light. Once the disciples' eyes met it, they could no longer look away.

This was the first time they encountered a spiritual sword with a sword spirit.

A spiritual sword with a sword spirit is the desire of countless sword practitioners.

want it!

This is the common voice of all the disciples present.

Some disciples were already rushing forward to approach it in a hurry, but the further they went, the stronger the oppression they felt. Being able to walk here was already their limit, and now it was even more difficult to get close to it.

This is the test given to them by Shattered Scar. Only those who can withstand the pressure of its sword intent and walk in front of it are qualified to pull it out and become its master.

The other disciples did not dare to fall behind and moved towards it one after another.

Of course, there were also a few disciples whose sword techniques did not match the broken marks and they left in the opposite direction.

"Splash, a frog jumped into the water!" A disciple couldn't resist the heavy pressure and fell to the ground. Pei Nianyi stood leisurely at the back and watched the show. He had been rejected countless times just now, and now he could finally watch other people's good show. It would have been fine if he just watched the show, but he also joked.

"Splash! Two frogs jumped into the water!"

"Splash! Three frogs jumped into the water!"

Disciples fell one after another, and Pei Nian was very happy counting the frogs.

"Splash, five frogs jumped into the water!" Pei Nianyi counted another one. This time, the fallen disciple did not continue to crawl forward like the other fallen disciples. Instead, he turned his head and stared at her fiercely.

Pei Nian looked closely and found that it was Jiang Nianrou who fell this time.

Pei Nian had seen enough of the show and she felt that she could stand up again!

She moved.

Her face was rosy and she walked towards the broken scar with a refreshed spirit. She walked without any pressure and easily surpassed the disciple walking in front.

Soon she arrived in front of Shattered Scar and she reached out and placed her hand on the hilt of Shattered Scar's sword.

Just when all the disciples saw this scene, their faces turned pale and they thought they had no hope.

Pei Nianyi let go of his hand, left here directly, and walked deeper into the sword tomb.

The remaining disciples looked at each other, wondering why Pei Nianyi wanted to give up the magic sword he had obtained.

Of course, this was because they didn't know that Pei Nianyi was rejected by Shattered Hen once again.

Pei Nianyi was worried that other disciples would see that he was rejected, so he simply let go and left, giving the impression that he had given up on something he didn't want.

Personality is very important, she just wants to be a B King!

However, Pei Nianyi had already left, so it didn't matter what she thought. What mattered was that the disciples who stayed here still had a chance to fight for the fragment.

Everyone looked at each other, forgot about Pei Nian, and continued to crawl forward without any prior agreement.

Pei Nian continued to walk forward muttering to herself, and soon her eyes were attracted by a dazzling spiritual sword.

This is a long sword that is completely snow-white. The sword body is thinner than the average spiritual sword. The blade is thin and sharp, and there is a hint of coldness coming out of it. It is comparable to the most beautiful soul-severing sword in Soul Society - Sode no Shirayuki.

Aww, this sword is so beautiful! It fits Pei Nianyi's aesthetic perfectly!

"The sword of my dreams!" Pei Nianyi, the "face-chaser", breathed softly.

This sword is more in line with Pei Nianyi's aesthetic taste than the first one that was so soft.

It’s very prestigious to hold such a spiritual sword. Which female cultivator doesn’t love such a beautiful thing?

This is it!

Pei Nianyi's mouth couldn't help but curl up. She rubbed her hands and walked forward excitedly, placing her hand on the hilt of the spirit sword, chanting: "Avalokitesvara bless me! Avalokitesvara bless me! Avalokitesvara bless me!"

She paused and continued, "Follow me, follow me, follow me!"

Pei Nianyi's right hand had already firmly grasped the hilt of the sword.

[My name is Ningshuang. The tip of my sword condenses into frost when I wield it, hence my name.]

"Are you willing to be my natal sword? Come with me and leave the sword tomb." Pei Nian went straight to the point and asked without any hesitation.

[I...] Before Ning Shuang finished speaking, the sword in Pei Nian's hand suddenly shone brightly!

The cold sword intent soared into the sky, and as the light and shadow changed, the sword energy was everywhere and the sword roared loudly.

Is this done?

In the dazzling light, Pei Nian couldn't see clearly what was in front of her. Her palm was empty for a moment, and then she touched a cold scabbard.

[Will you form a pact with me and become my partner?] The sword spirit asked, its voice a little different from before.

Pei Nian thought the sword energy was too strong, causing the sound to be different, so she didn't pay much attention to it. She was only focused on forming a bond with Ning Shuang. When she heard the sword spirit's question, she hurriedly replied, "I do, I do, I do! I say it three times because it's important!"

She clutched the scabbard tightly with ecstasy, thinking to herself, "Finally, I have a sword that suits my every whim. I must hold on tight and not lose it."

A ray of light flashed from the spiritual sword and went straight into Pei Nianyi's eyebrows. His spiritual consciousness connected with the sword spirit, and the contract was formed!

He would rather risk the sword energy and sword intent to form a pact with her. How much does he love and satisfy her?

Does this mean that he has recognized her as his master from the bottom of his heart?

Pei Nianyi, who was rejected in various ways along the way, held the magic sword tightly in his hand, feeling deeply moved.

Slowly, the sword intent around seemed to disappear suddenly, and everything calmed down, as if the years were peaceful and tranquil.

With excitement and joy, Pei Nianyi lowered his head and looked at the spiritual sword in his hand——

"What the hell is this?"