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

Shen Yuzhuo's black robe rustled in the wind, and the air became a little quieter. The young man pursed his lips and looked at him.

ill.

This was his first impression of the Wandering Dragon Sword Spirit when he first met it in his previous life, and his second impression has never changed.

The Wandering Dragon Sword Spirit, who thought that the young man was stunned, blinked lazily and thought to himself, yes, this is the effect, this stunned expression is just right!

"Go and accept the trial and sign a contract with me!" The Wandering Dragon Sword Spirit faced the wind and snow and extended his hand gracefully.

Shen Yuzhuo couldn't stand him anymore and frowned slightly, "I'm a waste now."

He has no spiritual power and is not even a cultivator.

The Wandering Dragon Sword Spirit walked towards him step by step, looked around, and finally found something wrong. The chosen sword master was not even a cultivator.

He's just a waste, so it's not bad to be in the training system. He can become famous in the spiritual sword world in the future, and publish a book by the way, called "The Growth Path of the Domineering Wandering Dragon Sword and the Waste Sword Master".

The Wandering Dragon Sword Spirit waved his hand and said in a relaxed tone, "Oh, this is easy. If you pass the trial, you can sign a contract with me while you're still alive. If you die, you can die."

"If I were as useless as you, I would have jumped into a river long ago." He said in a teasing tone, completely ignoring the boy's gradually darkening face.

Heartbroken.

If Shen Yuzhuo had a fragile heart, he would have doubted his life long ago. Yu Zhao heard it clearly from a distance. This sword spirit...

Cow breaking!

The King of Hell must have a tattoo of you on his body.

Shen Yuzhuo had a faint smile on his face, but it did not reach his eyes. His hands under his sleeves clenched again and again. Sure enough, even if time and space were reversed, the Youlong Sword was still the sword he hated the most, no doubt about it!

My mouth feels like it's been poisoned.

As famous as he is is his mouth, which scares everyone and scares ghosts.

Few sword masters can withstand him.

Shen Yuzhuo didn't want to waste time. He looked up at Yu Zhao, who was surrounded by spiritual swords and said, "It's time to go."

No more time to waste.

Seeing that he was determined to leave, the Wandering Dragon Sword Spirit panicked a bit and approached him with a playful smile, "No, brother, do you really not want me anymore?"

Thinking that he didn't understand the value of the Youlong Sword, he hurriedly introduced himself.

"I am the famous Youlong Sword, second in the list of famous swords, second only to Tianyuan's sword. I am very famous, and you, kid, really don't know my worth."

Yu Zhao took a glance and marveled at the fact that this peerless spiritual sword was free for him. He was envious.

Seeing the young man's cold and indifferent appearance, the Wandering Dragon Sword Spirit was about to break through the defense, and he jumped up and down anxiously, yelling at Shen Yuzhuo.

"I am the natal sword of Xuanyuan Ancestor. Without me, he would probably still be farming in that remote corner!"

The status of the First Human Emperor was a household name. He had done many things before his ascension, including taking the lead in suppressing the alien army, repelling the demons, and compiling peerless martial arts...

Even if he took out one of them alone, it would make people sigh. As his sword, its status would rise even higher. Even though Youlong Sword had a bad temper and a sharp tongue, other cultivators praised him for his true nature and open-mindedness, and he was worthy of being the sword of the Human Emperor.

The powerful sword energy emanating from the sword spirit shocked people so much that they couldn't help but hold their breath. Any cultivator would covet such a peerless spiritual sword.

Listening to his boasting, Yu Zhao realized the key point and tilted his head to ask him, "If you are so powerful, why do you still stay in the mortal world and not ascend to the upper realm with Xuanyuan Ancestor?"

The shadow of the Wandering Dragon Sword Spirit took a half step back, a strange emotion in his eyes. He pretended to be nonchalant, but his voice was like a deflated ball, "He forgot."

How could one possibly forget his own natal sword? A sword cultivator could forget his Taoist partner, but he would never forget his own sword.

This statement obviously could not convince Yu Zhao. Those three dry words had exhausted all his strength.

Youlongjian actually didn't know why the Sword Master ascended without him. He only knew that he was sent to the Spirit Sword Holy Pavilion for three days of maintenance, soaking in sword-nourishing spiritual water for three days, and waiting for the Sword Master to pick him up in the early morning.

I only heard the news of the Sword Master's ascension.

At that time, he felt like he was struck by lightning and searched the world like crazy.

Finally, he accepted the reality.

The Sword Master left.

Nothing is left.

He was the only one with a lonely sword in the entire cave.

Later, he saw the tomb built by Xuanyuan's descendants for the Sword Master. As his legacy, he was sealed in this dark place.

Waiting alone is dark and long.

He wanted to find a sword master with the potential to ascend, go to the upper realm to find the Xuanyuan ancestor, and ask him in person why he didn't take him with him. Was it because he spent too many spirit stones on maintenance, or was it because his mouth was too sharp and affected his reputation?

He can change it.

The Wandering Dragon Sword Spirit's eyes wandered, and through Shen Yuzhuo's profile, he seemed to see a familiar face.

The snow is falling.

I vaguely remember the first time I met him. The young man had phoenix eyes, sword-like eyebrows, icy skin and bones, and was unparalleled in his coldness and arrogance. All the beautiful descriptions in the world could be used to describe him. He was a unique existence between heaven and earth.

"My name is Xuanyuan Wentian. I want to become an ascended immortal in the future. Little sword spirit, we can make a name for ourselves together!"

The boy's vow was so passionate and sincere that no one could refuse it.

He is indifferent, and his appearance and strength are at the peak. He is known as the most suitable cultivator in the world of immortal cultivation to practice the way of ruthlessness.

His most important and most hated sword master.

The Wandering Dragon Sword Spirit's expression turned serious, and he stopped Shen Yuzhuo, who was walking in front, like a street bully. "I don't care, I want you to be my sword master anyway!"

This is also a forced sale...

Not only did he fail to get what he wanted, but he became angry and embarrassed. Yu Zhao was speechless. He touched the little black fish in his arms and prepared to watch the fun. Shen Yuzhuo was not a cultivator yet. If the trial really started, there was a high chance that he would fail.

Of course, nothing will happen to ordinary people.

"If you don't become my sword master, I will kill her." In the blink of an eye, the Wandering Dragon Sword Spirit floated behind Yu Zhao like a ghost, pressing its palm on her neck, its tone sinister, even more villainous than a villain.

Yu Zhao was somewhat bewildered, his pupils dizzying as he stared at the large hand on his neck. He spoke rapidly, "No, the conflict between you and him has nothing to do with me."

The lives of passers-by are also lives!

Is she going to become a cannon fodder in the protagonist's growth path so soon?

She's not in the way, so she's going to become a stepping stone...

unbelievable.

"You didn't try to dissuade him." The Wandering Dragon Sword Spirit was stunned for a moment, then he leaned close to her ear and whispered, "You're in cahoots with him anyway. I can't threaten him, so I can only threaten you."

This damn logic...

Yu Zhao really had nothing to say. Xuanyuan Ancestor had a legitimate reason for not taking him with him. She seriously suspected that he did not take him with him on purpose.

There must be something hateful about the poor spirit sword.

The Wandering Dragon Sword Spirit was eager to try, "Accept the trial and become my sword master, or she will die."

The cold wind and snow penetrated his body, but through the snowflakes, the boy's face remained calm, as if he had already seen through everything and had an indifferent expression.

"Oh."

He left without looking back.

Wandering Dragon Sword Spirit: “…”

He loosened his grip as if losing strength, breaking through the defense.

Yu Zhao wanted to pat his shoulder, but his arm went straight through his body. The Wandering Dragon Sword Spirit quickly clapped his hands, not realizing his own problem at all, and only said affirmatively.

"This kid has bad character. He betrayed his teammates."