There are many sacred swords in the Sword Altar of Heroes. Each one is a sword left by a hero in the past, and each one has a story that can attract countless people to praise it if it is told.
But perhaps because he couldn't get it, Luo Shuangbai always felt that the Frost Sword in Yun Feimiao's hand was the best and most suitable for him.
At least that's what the Spirit Sword Rankings say, right? After all, Frost Invasion is tied for tenth place with Mist Kill, Wind Twist, Thunder Punishment, and Rain Prisoner, while the best of the other ice-attributed Spirit Swords in the Sacrifice of Heroes Sword Altar are ranked outside the top twenty.
Luo Shuangbai couldn't calm down at all. Looking at his newly contracted Frost Sword, he always felt that something was not going well.
But this sword is spiritual, and he doesn't want the Frost Sword to detect his thoughts and create a gap between them, so he has to suppress himself desperately.
But for things like this, the more you suppress it, the harder it is to let go.
He couldn't understand why he didn't choose him when he was clearly the one with ice attribute and the Frost Sword didn't hate him.
Yun Feimiao didn't think as much as he thought. His third brother had said long ago that choosing a sword is a two-way process. If they like each other, everyone is happy. If they don't like each other, there is no way to force it, so they can only make do with it.
Unless you have become one with the sword and have no sword in your hand, you will always have to choose one. If you don't like the one, what else can you do but make do with it?
As long as you keep a calm mind and have compatible attributes, you will eventually be able to develop a tacit understanding and relationship with your spirit sword.
But both tacit understanding and feelings are limited, so Yun Feimiao felt that three swords were enough. He didn't need to look for better swords. He just needed to concentrate on finding the location of the teleportation array.
Although the teleportation array is not easy to find, it is still nice to appreciate the various spiritual swords along the way.
He felt that the wood-attributed spiritual sword was the most beautiful. Not only was the hilt fancy, but when it danced it looked like falling flowers and leaves, giving it a full visual effect.
The thunder attribute was also very cool, and the whole area was crackling with lightning. Yun Feimiao carefully avoided the lightning as he passed by, for fear that he would be electrocuted by accident.
The fire attribute is also very dazzling. When Yun Feimiao stands there, he can see flames of various colors such as red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple. Some dance like fire snakes, and some dance like fire birds.
Gong Zhuo, who was standing there watching, couldn't help but want to show off, so he danced a fire phoenix, which amazed the whole audience and also attracted countless jealous glances.
Yun Feimiao hid aside and turned away after seeing this scene. He did not want to admit that Gong Zhuo was his friend.
Although the scene of him contracting two spirit swords was quite ostentatious, it was still far inferior to Gong Zhuo who was eager to show off.
When he was about to reach the wind attribute area, Yun Feimiao felt someone holding his hand and trying to pull him away.
Yun Feimiao subconsciously wanted to struggle, but heard a familiar voice in his ears.
"Xiao Qi, it's me."
Yun Feimiao recognized Xie Yang's voice and let him hold her hand without worry.
Xie Yang had a clear goal in mind, and he dragged Yun Feimiao towards the teleportation array. As he was being teleported, he gently pushed Yun Feimiao forward, making Yun Feimiao the first disciple to reach the Wanjian Sect.
Yun Feimiao stood in the square and looked at the sect elders sitting in a row above, feeling a little confused. How come he came out so quickly?
He hadn't even found the teleportation array yet, but he was taken away by Xie Yang?
And if he was the one who led the team, then he should just lead the team. Why did he give the first place to me?
"Thank you, Sixth Brother?" Yun Feimiao turned around and looked at him in confusion.
"Call me Afeng."
"Afeng?"
The long-lost name made Yun Feimiao's voice dry when he opened his mouth.
"Yes, you always called me Ah Feng back then. Have you forgotten?" Xie Yang walked closer to him. "This is the name you gave me, Yun Shi Feng. Spring brings the blossoms, summer brings the rainstorms. Autumn and winter..."
"I remember, I remember!" Yun Feimiao quickly jumped up and covered Xie Yang's mouth. "Please don't mention the doggerel I wrote before. Don't I have any dignity?"
Xie Yang held his hand and gently moved it away, laughing softly, "But I think it's pretty good. I also like the name you chose. Now it's just right to use it as a calligraphy."
"Isn't this bad? Aren't characters chosen by elders?" Yun Feimiao avoided Xie Yang's gaze and broke free from Xie Yang's hand.
When he didn't know Xie Yang was A Feng, he could treat Xie Yang as his destined friend and get along well with him. But once he knew, he became uncomfortable.
He liked Afeng very much when he was a child. That was his "little brother" who he dug out from the snow when he was four years old.
She was obviously two years older than him, but she was covered in wounds and looked extremely thin, making her look even younger than him.
Yun Feimiao envied his older brothers and sisters because they had younger siblings to bully, but he didn't. He also wanted a younger brother, and seeing that the other child was cute and shorter than him, he stubbornly treated him as his younger brother and racked his brains to come up with a name for him.
Unfortunately, after being raised in the Yun family for half a year, Afeng was already a head taller than him, making it impossible for him to deceive himself anymore.
But he still regarded Afeng as his best friend, playing with him, studying with him, practicing with him, and they even made a pinky promise to be together forever.
But who would take a child’s words seriously?
Less than a year later, Afeng was taken away by the Xie family. Before leaving, Afeng said that she would return to Yuncheng in the spring to celebrate his birthday with him, but he waited for a whole day and night but Afeng did not show up.
He was very sad, but his uncle was very angry. The next morning, he picked a group of children of the same age from Yuncheng and asked him to choose one as his friend. He also encouraged him to get engaged so that the other party would not be able to run away.
Yun Feimiao, who was only six years old, believed it and picked Situ Xin, the most handsome one. From then on, he began his life as a victim...
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