Among the five paranoid male protagonists, who do you want me to choose?

It was snowing heavily and the young man was walking forward carrying someone on his back.

He walked quickly, breathing rapidly, and a steady stream of dragon energy slowly emerged from his body, transforming into an invisible barrier to protect Yu Zhao.

Gradually, Yu Zhao no longer felt as uncomfortable as before.

Dry branches could be seen everywhere, and the black robe was caught by them, tearing off a piece of black clothes. Shen Yuzhuo walked in the wind and snow, as if there was no end in front of him.

The flying snow in the sky is endless.

His legs were shaking, he stumbled, and almost fell to the ground, but he couldn't help but tilt his head and said, "You're so heavy."

Yu Zhao behind him heard this and elbowed him expressionlessly, "If you are not good enough, don't blame the uneven road."

She jumped stubbornly onto the snow, her calves buried in it, she covered her mouth and coughed twice, then pulled the little black fish on her shoulder deeper into her black robe.

"Don't freeze."

Little Shitou actually wanted to say that he was not cold, but in the end he did not refuse. He felt at ease and stuck to the gradually warming body. His Zhao Zhao was just good.

Yu Zhao didn't think too much when he came here. His target was the Nine-petal Snake Lotus. According to the original plot, it was in a big pond, but now there was only snow in front of him, not a drop of water.

Not to mention a big pond.

The girl shook her head, shook off the snow on her head, and decided to walk in one direction first. It all depended on luck. Shen Yuzhuo saw that she was going in the right direction and did not stop her.

Suddenly, she stopped and looked around warily, thinking something was following them. As far as she could see, there was nothing but some dry branches and snow.

The surroundings were eerily quiet.

Yu Zhao quickly drew out his knife, his ears moving slightly as he heard some subtle noises coming from the dim sky. A black shadow was rushing towards him at lightning speed, making it impossible to defend against it.

Although he dodged in time, a scratch was still left on the back of his hand, the skin was torn and flesh was exposed. Drops of scarlet blood fell, the bright color scorching against the white snow.

If he hadn't dodged that attack just now, his entire arm would have been cut off.

Yu Zhao raised his eyes and saw the true appearance of the black shadow in the air. It had three ferocious horns on its head, and its flesh wings were broken. It slapped the flying snow around it aside, and its four sharp claws flashed with cold light.

The great perfection of the Golden Elixir Stage.

It was just one monster, Yu Zhao relaxed a little, but a slap in the face always comes unexpectedly. The wind and snow around the monster gradually subsided, and the strange upside-down branches came into view.

Monsters that looked like giant bats were hanging on it, and their number was frighteningly large. At this moment, they were curled up in a ball, as if they were resting.

The monster in the air suddenly let out a sharp sound wave, and pairs of dark animal eyes opened at the same time, and hundreds of pairs of black wings spread out.

The king of the night.

Yu Zhao's eyes flickered slightly, and she decisively chose to run away. Shen Yuzhuo grabbed her fluttering sleeve with one hand and said calmly, "This is the Dragon Guard of Dragon King Valley. They specialize in dealing with outsiders. They won't attack me."

Seeing that those monsters were very respectful to Shen Yuzhuo and even showed flattering smiles, which looked quite funny, Yu Zhao's heart relaxed a little, but his muscles were still tense.

"But you just attacked me." She shook off his hand without hesitation. It was difficult for her to ignore the looks of those dragon guards who wanted to kill her and then destroy the body.

Shen Yuzhuo was silent for a moment, and after thinking for a moment, he said: "It must be because you attacked me just now, so they want to kill you."

Yu Zhao: "...Then do you want to come back?"

Give her an elbow too.

The snow began to fall and the wind began to blow.

But Yu Zhao soon thought of another thing. Since he could see the Dragon Guard, this place should be the outskirts of Baiwang City, the legendary tomb of Xuanyuan's ancestor, Xuanyuan Wentian.

There are great opportunities in the Xuanyuan Ancient Tomb, but they are only available to sword cultivators. Yu Zhao is a knife cultivator and has never thought of going there to take on a big adventure.

I remember that some time later, after Shen Yuzhuo recovered his spiritual veins and began to practice to become stronger, he obtained a peerless divine sword, which also contained a rare innate sword spirit. The process of training was also quite thrilling.

At that time, the male protagonist in the Jindan stage could kill his opponents by surpassing his level, but he was still beaten into a folding screen and fled in embarrassment.

But the timing is not right now. They should go find the Nine-petal Snake Lotus first.

Yu Zhao was so focused on finding the big pond that he didn't notice the changes in Shen Yuzhuo behind him. A faint golden halo appeared between his eyebrows, and a giant stone sword not far away was flashing with strong light, attracting his attention.

The young man had black hair and fair skin. He looked up into the distance and his heart suddenly trembled.

The Wandering Dragon Sword was calling him.

But at this moment, he was just a waste without even any spiritual power, and it was probably impossible to tame him. After some thought, he decisively chose to go to Weiyutang to get the Nine-petal Snake Lotus first.

The two of them tacitly avoided the giant stone sword.

A wisp of green smoke in the air slowly took shape, and the phantom of the sword spirit jumped in panic!

He continued to call out to Shen Yuzhuo without giving up. His backup sword master, who was also a swordsman, was right in front of him. As long as he passed the trial, he would be free again.

Looking at the two figures going away, one was a useless young man with sword bones, and the other was a sword cultivator with sword bones. Youlong frowned, and a plan came to mind. He waved his sleeves, causing the sword energy around him to spread out, awakening the surrounding spirit swords one by one.

The spiritual sword that had been dormant for a thousand years began to stir, and a powerful spiritual pressure spread out.

In a short while, Yu Zhao was surrounded by a group of spiritual swords, chattering and discussing.

"What a nice smell, it smells like sword bone."

"But why does she have the aura of a stinky sword? She's a sword cultivator, right? The simple and rough kind."

"I hate sword cultivators the most. They don't care about me, the sword, at all." The glazed spiritual sword roared as it stepped forward hesitantly, its tone very conflicted.

Freedom is precious, but the sword is more precious.

As the saying goes, people are afraid of choosing the wrong career, and swords are afraid of choosing the wrong man.

The red spirit sword on the side kicked it away, unable to bear the spirit sword's pretentiousness. The Xuanyuan ancient tomb in Bailong City was rarely opened, and the opening time was only three days. If they could not find the sword master, they could only continue to sleep and wait for the next opening.

But the time is unknown.

It could be ten years, it could be a thousand years.

The right time and place are indispensable.

"Go away, go away. If you don't want to be the sword master, then get out of the way." He was a little irritable, jumping forward with the tip of his sword, and folding the body of his sword into a small flower.

"Can this mysterious and beautiful young lady be my sword master?"

Yu Zhao looked at his curved sword curiously, shook his head and politely rejected him, "I am a sword cultivator, I already have my own sword."

"Hey, more swords mean more safety. This sword comes with its own sword techniques, which can help you achieve Golden Elixir in three years and Nascent Soul in ten years." The brown spiritual sword suddenly flew out, vigorously promoting itself.

"I'm not planning on becoming a sword cultivator."

Her sword bone is not original.

Although he said that, Yu Zhao couldn't help but touch the blades of those spiritual swords. There was some fluctuation in his heart, and the spiritual swords were shining abnormally.

Spiritual swords are also divided into grades: upper, middle and lower grades. The worst ones here are middle grade spiritual swords, and there are several upper grade spiritual swords. It is simply a paradise for sword practitioners.

Any magical sword can make a sword cultivator drool with envy.

These are all good materials for swordmaking. If only they could be dismantled and used to refine blades...

Jinghong Dao can definitely be taken to the next level.

Just when she was coveting these spiritual sword bodies, no one was interested in Shen Yuzhuo. In a forgotten corner, the Wandering Dragon Sword Spirit made a brilliant appearance.

Without saying much, he just smiled arrogantly, stood in front of him with great pride, and even struck a middle school student's pose, looking at him through his fingers.

"You vulgar creature, feel honored to be my sword master!"