The daily routine of being tricked by the scheming protagonist after wearing a book

The sword mound was under the cliff behind Sanhe Peak, Xu Wang and his group followed the disciples of Jianzong who led the way, and soon arrived at the entrance of the sword mound.

"The swords in the sword mound all have spirits, you all need to be in awe, otherwise you will only consider yourself unlucky if you are injured by the sword energy."

The disciple of Jianzong who led the way reminded.

Xu Wangzhi was a little excited, he took Cheng Ying's hand: "Let's go in."

Cheng Ying shook him back with a smile: "Okay."

Passing through the enchantment, the goal of entering is a steep cliff, on which countless long swords hang.

At the moment Xu Wangzhi stepped into the originally peaceful cliff, there was a trembling hum of the sword suddenly.

The voice was harsh and contained spiritual power, and the few people who were caught off guard immediately vomited blood.

Cheng Ying first covered Xu Wangzhi's ears.

The buzzing disappeared quickly, and the bottom of the cliff returned to calm.

"What happened?"

Someone asked.

"Is it because we don't respect enough, the sword spirit is angry?"

"How is that considered respect?"

……

Amidst all the chatter, Xu Wangzhi walked forward.

His gaze stayed on the blood-red long sword in the corner.

Before everyone discussed one, two, three, the black epee on the highest cliff shook suddenly, pointing at Cheng Ying.

The next moment, the Xuanhei epee flew towards Cheng Ying with a fierce momentum.

If Cheng Ying can't catch it, he will be seriously injured.

The others couldn't help exclaiming, but Cheng Ying raised his eyebrows slightly, and with a little spiritual power on his toes, he flew up to meet him.

Seeing the two black shadows fighting together, the onlookers probably understood something.

This is one of the ways the sword spirit chooses its master.

As Tang Yan said, while they were choosing swords in the sword mound, the sword spirit was also choosing them.

Xu Huangzhi is not worried about Cheng Ying, because in the original book, Cheng Ying's sword is a dark black epee.

He turned his eyes away from the blood-red long sword and looked at other swords.

However, where his gaze fell, the next moment, the long sword there swished to another place.

Except for the blood-red long sword.

Xu Wangzhi: "?"

I don't know if it was an illusion, Xu Wangzhi felt that the long sword seemed to be shaking his body a little bit, if the sword had an expression, Xu Wangzhi felt that he would be able to see a face winking at him.

Xu Wangzhi: "..."

But the sword body is blood red, which seems a bit unlucky.

Thinking of this, Xu Wangzhi turned his head and looked at the other people who were choosing swords.

Cheng Ying was still wrestling with that epee, and the others were also facing various tests, but he hadn't decided which sword to choose yet.

The moment he turned his head, the sharp sword light flashed across his face, Xu Wangzhi took two steps back vigilantly, only then did he see clearly that the sword flew down from the cliff just now, and was right behind him.

If he hadn't reacted in time, half of his face might have been cut off by now.

Xu Wangzhi frowned, passed it, and wanted to see other swords, but wherever he went, it followed him, and, where this blood-red long sword went, no other long sword dared to stop.

It is simply a bully in the sword.

"You want to be my natal sword?" Xu Wangzhi turned around and faced it face to face.

The long sword shook its hilt in what appeared to be a nod.

Xu Wangzhi: "Give me a reason."

Changjian seemed to be the first to hear someone asking him for a reason, and he couldn't react for a while.

Seeing this, Xu Wangzhi turned around quickly.

In the next moment, the long sword put its hilt into Xu Wangzhi's hand in a self-defeating manner.

"Boy!"

"What's your relationship with Chongqi?"

Xu Wangzhi was stunned.

"Are you Potian?"

A sword that can ask Chongqi is probably Chongqi's sword.

"Biography of Saints" contains: Chongqi has a sword, which is called breaking the sky, cutting peaks and breaking walls, with awe-inspiring momentum.

The cynical voice of the old urchin sounded in Xu Wangzhi's mind: "Exactly. Don't talk about that, what's the relationship between you and Chongqi? Where's that guy?"

Xu Wangzhi frowned: "I don't know the sage Chongqi, according to the legend, the sage Chongqi has passed away."

"Why do you say I have something to do with Chongqi?"

"Death?" It was beyond Xu Wangzhi's expectation, Potian was not depressed when he heard the news, "I guess he will have such a day."

"Why don't you know what happened to the sage Chongqi?" Xu Huangzhi was puzzled. If this is really Chongqi's natal Sword Potian, isn't it the most familiar existence in the world?

"...that guy..." Potian sighed, and changed the topic, "Boy, are you here to find the natal sword?"

Xu Wangzhi: "Yes."

"Then what do you think of me?" Potian's tone was suddenly reserved.

Xu Wangzhi politely refused: "...Senior...I want to take another look."

Potian was generous: "Okay, I'll watch with you."

With Potian around, the lights on the other long swords seemed to dim.

Wherever Xu Wangzhi looked, the long sword trembled there.

At the same time, on the Emerald Night Spirit Stone in the Temple of Heaven, Tang Yan stood behind Yan Sui, looking at the scene on the spirit stone, he didn't know what to say anymore.

After a while, Tang Yan found his own voice: "Chongqi's sword chose that child from the Xu family."

Yan Sui's reaction became more and more calm: "Yes."

There are quite a few people who have entered and left the Sword Tomb in the past hundred years, but this is the first time in the sky that they have chosen their own master on their own initiative.