Nezha sat on the spiritual platform, looking at the violently fluctuating surface of the sword washing pool below. She could sense that countless dormant sword intentions were rapidly awakening as if attracted by something.
Among the sword intentions of various attributes, the most domineering and fierce one suddenly broke away from the control of the bottom of the pool and emerged from the water.
Then it was held in the hand of the young man in black.
"Oh, so this is possible..."
Nezha blinked her eyes. She didn't want to know why Zhou Yuan suddenly appeared, but she suddenly became interested in this way of summoning the ancient sword.
After thinking for a while, Nezha stood up and looked down at the gradually calming surface of the Sword Washing Pool.
"Sword, come!"
The first sound was so soft that she could hardly hear it.
The spiritual energy in the air seemed to stagnate for a moment, but there was no big reaction. Nezha scratched his head and suddenly had a very strange feeling in his heart.
She had a feeling that the sword in the sword washing pool should be able to hear her words.
After squatting for a while, Nezha looked at the sword washing pool again.
"Sword, come!"
With a loud bang, a twelve-petal colorful lotus shadow suddenly stretched out from where Nezha was standing, spreading in an arc shape and wrapping around him, reaching a size of several feet.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the air seemed to be ignited, and there was a burst of crackling sounds.
The water in the Sword Washing Pool began to churn.
The churning was even more violent than when the Fire Scale Sword appeared.
Nezha narrowed his eyes, and a hint of fire actually overflowed from the depths of his pupils. He stretched out his hand and grabbed towards the sword washing pool.
"Sword!"
The third sound was like a thunderclap, and the entire Shenxiang Peak was shaken. The sword washing pool seemed to be opened from below by a hand. Eight beams of light of different colors shot up into the sky and stopped in the void.
It was only three feet away from Nezha.
For a moment, everyone, including Zhou Yuan, was shocked. Zong Ting's eyes narrowed slightly. He could feel the trembling of the Fire Scale Sword. If he had not successfully recognized the sword in advance, the Fire Scale Sword would have flown into the sky with the other eight ancient swords.
But who on earth could actually activate the Nine Swords of Taixuan?
"What was going on just now, those colorful lights..." a Taixuan disciple exclaimed.
"What is that, the Chengtian Sword? It's actually the Chengtian Sword of the founder of the Taixuan Sect? And there's also Huiguang, Jinglei, and Yubai... Isn't this the legendary ancient sword buried under the Sword Washing Pond? How come..."
"Recognize the sword, this is recognizing the sword!"
Everyone was shocked. The fact that the young man from Chaoyang City recognized the sword Huolin had already exceeded everyone's expectations, but now, the fact that he also recognized the sword Chengtian Huiguang, a legendary earth-level spiritual treasure, almost made everyone dumbfounded.
This is simply impossible.
"Is that... Nezha?"
Someone shouted, and all the disciples around the Sword Washing Pool simultaneously turned their gazes to the top of the spiritual platform beside the Sword Washing Pool, and to the little girl with a surprised look on her face who was standing on the precious lotus statue.
"I'm so fucking good!"
Zhou Yuan: “…”
The shock in Zhou Yuan's heart was no less than that of others, and even stronger. He was the only one who knew how terrifying Chengtian's background was in Taixuan Sect. In the thousand years since Taixuan was established, no one had ever been recognized by Chengtian. At least, the person Jiang Xuan attracted back then was only Huiguang, who was ranked second.
But now it’s Chengtian.
"That little girl...is she a disciple of your Taixuan Sect?" The old man in black narrowed his eyes and looked quietly at Nezha on the spirit platform.
Each of the eight ancient swords was more powerful than the Huolin sword that Zong Ting had successfully recognized, especially the dark golden ancient sword in the center, which emitted an aura that even surprised him.
It is at least a top-grade spiritual treasure in the Earth Realm, and it is even very likely to be a divine artifact in the Heaven Realm.
Zhou Yuan opened his mouth and nodded silently.
What he was thinking about now was whether it was in accordance with the rules to recognize the eight spiritual treasures of the sword at once.
"What's her name?"
The one who spoke this time was Hei Yi Zong Ting. He suppressed the shock in his heart and looked at Nezha on the spirit platform with burning eyes. The fighting spirit in his body condensed bit by bit and pointed directly at the spirit platform.
“…Nezha!”
Zhou Yuan thought about it and replied.
"He is Nezha, the new disciple of Taixuan Jiufeng this year?" Zong Ting said in a deep voice.
"very good!"
As he spoke, he gripped the red sword Huolin tightly and raised it halfway to the sky.
"Nezha, you are worthy enough to be my opponent. I, Zong Ting of Chaoyang Ancient City, swear by the sword to fight you!"
The voice was clear and resonant, spreading throughout the entire Shenxiang Peak in an instant and lingering for a long time.
Nezha was standing on the spiritual platform, looking curiously at the eight ancient swords spinning around him. He turned around and looked at Zong Ting who was standing by the sword-washing pool below.
"Are you...sick?"
Zong Ting "..."
Nezha’s idea is very simple. He swore an oath on the sword for no reason and challenged a stranger. Isn’t that crazy?
After saying this, Nezha looked down at the ancient sword beside him, picked one up casually, waved it, and frowned.
“Not fun!”
Swish, the thunder that had just been raised flew back and sank silently into the sword-washing pool.
Zhou Yuan's eyelids twitched.
Are all the disciples of the Ninth Peak like this?
Next came Yu Bai, Sha Hai, and Yue Hua. Nezha held each sword in his hand, weighed them, and then threw them back with a look of dissatisfaction, until he got the Cheng Tian Sword.
When Nezha picked up Chengtian, Zhou Yuan's heart was in his throat.
That was the sword of the old leader of Taixuan. Not long ago, the owner of this sword was Chen Bailou, the head of Taixuan. Once Nezha was recognized by Chengtian, it would mean that a certain mission would fall on Nezha.
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