Feeling the vibration on the ground, the people below raised their heads and looked towards the top of the mountain: "The Nine Star Sword has recognized its master!!"

The vibration spread outside and attracted the attention of the cultivators who were practicing in the cave.

"The Nine-Star Sword, which ranks ninth among the top ten swords in Yuanzhou Continent and only exists in the world, has finally appeared again."

"Who on earth pulled out that sword?"

“…”

The people below were talking a lot. Su Xingran and others looked at each other, with some expectation in their eyes, hoping that the person who drew the sword would be Lin Wannian.

It was at this moment that the sword in Jiang Cangyu's hand finally surrendered. It felt that this cultivator was stronger than the other two cultivators, and they had known each other for decades, but it just didn't want to give in. It felt that it could meet even stronger cultivators.

For example, the silver-haired monk. Although his cultivation is lower than the three people present now, it sees unlimited potential in him, high luck and strong murderous aura. Is this its perfect standard?

It’s a pity that this silver-haired monk is the master of the domineering sword spirit. Forget it, the monk in front of me is not bad either. It’s enough to follow her to make a living.

The Nine-Star Sword Spirit came to its senses and naturally relaxed. It spoke to the cultivator in front of it and said, "I'll follow you. I'm not just a pendant."

Here, Jiang Cangyu easily pulled out the ninth Nine-Star Sword of Yuanzhou Continent.

She stroked the hilt of the sword, looked up at the silver-haired monk who was leaving, and said to the sword spirit: "You seem a little unhappy."

"Hmph~" The Nine-Star Sword Spirit snorted arrogantly and stopped talking.

Lin Wannian walked down Jianshan Mountain. Su Xingran and the others were waiting on the mountainside. When they saw him coming down, they waved to him.

They also saw the sword covered with dirt that Lin had in his later years. The sword stuck in the ground was not as dirty as this sword.

"Lao Lin, did you dig this sword?"

"Yes." Lin Wannian responded without any hesitation, and then asked them: "How is your sword selection going?"

Su Xingran took out a dagger: "This is the sword I can get."

Li Shu then showed him a three-foot-long sword.

Lin Late looked around and didn't see anyone else: "Where's Tang Ye Nan?"

"He should still be selecting the sword. Let's go find him."

"oh."

The three of them went to Tang Ye Nan's place.

The cultivators next to them breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that the sword in Lin Wannian's hand was not the Nine-Star Sword. As long as the Nine-Star Sword was not obtained by someone with lower cultivation than them, it would be fine. As for why this person could go further than them, it was just luck.

Lin Wannian and his friends came to Tang Ye Nan and noticed that Tang Ye Nan was standing in front of a sword. They walked over and saw the appearance of the sword. The sword was completely red, with several white lines engraved on the blade.

Most of the swords in this sword tomb were without scabbards, and were left bare for these monks to admire.

The same was true for Tang Ye Nan's sword. At this moment, he was negotiating with the sword. Lin Wannian and the others stood in a certain position to prevent the negotiation between man and sword spirit from failing due to interference from outsiders.

"That sword should be a good sword. It seems that Tang Yenan likes it very much." Su Xingran said.

Li Shu crossed his arms and looked at the place with a little doubt: "Old Tang has the root of sword spirit, it should be easy for the sword spirit to recognize him, right?"

Lin Wannian followed their gaze and looked over there. The sword spirit in front of Tang Yenan was sleeping. At the current time, the sword spirit would not wake up. He lowered his head and nodded at the newly acquired sword: "Wake it up."