Then Shen Sui looked up at the eleven swords and said, "Since you have no objection, I will assume that you all agree."

The eleven swords swayed up and down, and Chen Sui was very satisfied: "Then I will name you now. You will be named according to the year you were forged. The one with the oldest year will stand at the front of the team."

The eleven swords were quickly lined up, and Chen Sui pointed to the sword standing in the front: "Okay, now you are the number one sword. What does number one mean? Number one means you are the most senior among all the swords. You are the eldest brother among all the swords. You have to shoulder the responsibility of the eldest brother, understand?"

Sword No. 1 is a relatively simple sword, exuding an ancient and vicissitudes of life. It is not as lively as the ten swords behind it. After listening to Chen Sui's words, it gently swayed its body up and down.

Chen Sui suddenly thought that he had to contract them first.

But how do I make a contract with them? Senior Sister didn't tell me when I came in. Could it be like the blood test in TV dramas, where she uses blood to identify the sword?

Shen Sui agreed with this, so she called Sword Number One over and used the materials on hand. She wiped off a handful of the blood she had vomited and smeared it on Sword Number One. Sword Number One was frightened by her actions and retreated a hundred meters in the blink of an eye.

One hundred meters.

Chen Sui's eyes widened. Sword No. 1 was still as sharp as ever.

At this moment, Shen Xinglan's voice came faintly from a distance: "Chen Sui, Chen Sui, do you hear me? If you are about to die, tell me, I will encourage you spiritually-"

Chen Sui: “…” What a fucking inspiration.

"Second Senior Brother," Chen Sui yelled at the top of his lungs, "You and Senior Sister didn't tell me how to contract the sword—"

After Chen Sui finished shouting, he and Eleven Swords looked at each other.

Until Chen Sui heard Shen Xinglan's vague voice again: "Just... use your spiritual sense... to bind... Anyway, you... you can decide for yourself... Senior Sister, this looks delicious——"

Shen Sui: “…”

So she was being beaten by eleven swords down there, while her senior sisters and brothers were discussing delicious food up there?

Chen Sui felt a little pain in his chest. Could it be that he had been beaten to a pulp before? However, Chen Sui still heard the key point in Shen Xinglan's words.

Spiritual binding.

Chen Sui waved seriously at Sword Number One, who was a hundred meters away: "Come here, I won't wipe you."

Chen Sui then saw Sword No. 1 floating towards him slowly.

Chen Sui: “…” Jian can still be so humanely skeptical.

When Sword No. 1 arrived in front of her, Shen Sui took a deep breath, then closed her eyes and felt the presence of Sword No. 1.

Soon, she saw eleven balls of air of different colors in the darkness. Shen Sui used her spiritual sense to first contact the golden ball of air closest to her. If nothing unexpected happened, this should be sword number one.

And the moment her consciousness came into contact with the golden air, Shen Sui suddenly felt her head being pricked by a needle again, and then she heard a voice.

"How dare you! This little girl, still wet behind the ears, actually wants to smear her blood on such a noble body as this sword spirit. This sword spirit is a sword that has stood proudly among all heroes since the beginning of the world. It is her blessing that this sword spirit chose this little girl!"

Shen Sui: “…”

This is a very Long Aotian sword.

Chen Sui remained silent and continued to use his spiritual sense to bind the second sword, which was a ball of blue light.

As soon as it was bound, Chen Sui heard a new voice: "Humph, that sword in front is nothing but a piece of crap. Apart from being a little older than me, it can't compare to me. It's just for show. It falls apart as soon as a fight starts. It's useless. Its escape speed is first-rate, but ugh."

Well, this is a sword with personality.

Chen Sui continued to bind the third pink air ball, and as soon as it was tied, a whimpering sound was heard.

"Oh, my master this time is a little girl. I don't know if she will like such a delicate sword like mine. Oh, my master should like me. After all, other swords are so rough, and I am the most elegant. Oh, my master will like me."

Shen Sui: “…”

This is a... Damn, this is the first time she has the urge to slap a sword.

Chen Sui continued to tie the fourth purple air ball, and the sound of the purple air ball sounded very lively.

"What's your name, Master? Oh, my previous master said that you should say your own name before asking someone else's name. My name is actually... Oh, I forgot that the master just named me Sword Number Four. Sword Number Four sounds so cool. When will the master take me out? I really want to..."

Your actual name is Chatterbox Sword, Chen Sui thought silently.

Chen Sui went to tie up the fifth gray mass of air, and at the moment he did so, he heard this new voice.

"I can't see, I can't see, I can't see, I can't see..."

Chen Sui: “…” If you are so socially anxious, you should not come out of the sword tomb!

Shen Sui took a deep breath. She really didn’t like the personalities of the first five swords.

Chen Sui was not discouraged and continued to look at the sixth white air mass. At the moment when he tied up the white air mass, Chen Sui, who had never been used to drinking green tea in his previous life, suddenly tasted what green tea tasted like.

"Master is so powerful. I admire you so much. The other swords are just a little sensitive and fragile. You just need to be more patient. But I will definitely listen to you."

Chen Sui was very relieved. This girl was not a green tea at all. She was obviously her sweet and caring little cotton-padded jacket. Unlike the first five, she was not so noisy and made her feel that she could die at any time and anywhere.

Shen Sui continued to tie the seventh red light ball. Strangely, she didn't hear any sound.

Could it be that...

Is this sword spirit a mute?

Shen Sui's heart was filled with sympathy. Just as she was about to tie the eighth ball of light, an angry voice rang out: "You are the mute, your whole family is mute."

Shen Sui: “…”

Well, I didn’t expect this sword to be so pretentious.

However, she did not expect that after binding with the spiritual consciousness, she could hear the sound of the sword, and the sword could also hear her thoughts. It seems that there is still hope for the unity of man and sword in the future.

When Chen Sui tied the eighth orange light, she couldn't help but sneeze. She had to admit that the Sword Tomb was still too cold. She was wearing a disciple's uniform without any cotton padding.

"Then let me warm you up!"

At this moment, a voice full of energy sounded, and all of a sudden, Shen Sui miraculously felt that his body seemed to be much warmer.