Except for Gong Zhuo and Jiang Qingruo who each learned a set of sword techniques, the others did not get any more opportunities in the Sword Tomb, and everyone was in a good mood.
It is already great to receive the sword energy bestowed by the predecessors, and other things should not be forced.
Only Yan Yan really wants to contract a sword. Even if he doesn’t have a sword, he can still use swordsmanship!
Unfortunately, he greeted those spirit swords one by one, but none of them was willing to pay attention to him. The residual soul that was looking for the successor completely ignored him.
The guardian beast that had been lying in the sword tomb for hundreds of years without even bothering to move was happy.
"If you wanted the spirit sword so badly, why did you join the Ten Thousand Swords Sect in the first place?"
Everyone was startled by the sudden sound and looked in the direction of the sound, but saw nothing.
"Alright, stop looking. I have black skin and black fur. There's no way I can be seen in this pitch-black sword tomb."
"Are you Senior Mo Xiong?" Yun Feimiao asked carefully.
He remembered that there were three guardian beasts in the sword tomb. It was said that the most active one was a black bear that had lived for tens of thousands of years. It usually liked to sleep in, but when it met a younger one that it thought was interesting, it would make a sound and tease it.
"Hey, you're quite perceptive, kid. I'll give you a fruit!"
As soon as Mo Xiong finished speaking, a blue spiritual fruit appeared in Yun Feimiao's arms.
Yun Feimiao looked down, immediately put the fruit away, and raised his hand to express his gratitude to Mo Xiong.
"Thank you, Senior Mo Xiong, for the gift."
"Yeah, good boy, go play somewhere else." Mo Xiong waved his paw towards Yun Feimiao, and his pair of dark round eyes looked at Yan Yan again, "Although you are a fool, you have no affinity with swords. Come and chat with me."
Yan Yan was a little scared and didn't dare to go forward. He asked cautiously, "Is this a must-talk?"
Although the black bear was lying in the dark corner and was difficult to identify, it seemed to sit up when it was delivering fruit to Yun Feimiao.
Yan Yan stood far away and looked at it. He felt that there was a dark hill rising from the ground over there. It was so scary.
"Yeah, I have to talk!"
Seeing that he was hesitant and unwilling to come over, Mo Xiong simply stretched out his claws and grabbed Yan Yan in the air. Yan Yan fell directly into his palm. He was not even as long as his claws.
Yan Yan became even more frightened. He curled up in Mo Xiong's palm and trembled, constantly lamenting his miserable life.
He doesn't want to die young, does he? No!
He had just met the girl he liked and hadn't had time to confess his feelings to her. How could he die like this?
But there was no way he would die. Mo Xiong just thought that his lively and timid appearance was very similar to an old friend, so he deliberately grabbed him to tease him.
When Daozhu opened the door again, Mo Xiong threw Yan Yan out.
After all, he let it tease him like a toy for a long time. Mo Xiong thought he was not a stingy person, so he gave Yan Yan a lot of fire-type spiritual fruits and refining materials.
When Yan Yan was thrown out, he felt like he had lost all hope in life. But after getting up and checking his storage ring, he was instantly revived with full health.
There could be more of this kind of thing!
Although it felt embarrassing to roll around in the black bear's paw, how much is his face worth?
Is it worth buying such a large bag of Xuan-grade high-level spiritual fruits? Is it worth buying seven or eight Earth-grade high-level fire-type spiritual herbs? Is it worth buying such a large piece of thousand-year-old Xuanjin iron?
Yan Yan suddenly felt that his face was nothing!
Although others didn't know what Yan Yan had obtained, considering that Yun Feimiao had obtained a high-level earth-grade water-type spiritual fruit, Yan Yan's harvest should have been even richer.
Yun Feimiao felt that Senior Mo Xiong did a good job of keeping secrets. What he got was the Jade Dew Honey Spirit Fruit, a mid-level heavenly spirit fruit, but Senior Mo Xiong had deliberately disguised it so that everyone misunderstood it.
As for the things given to Yan Yan, Senior Mo Xiong directly stuffed them into Yan Yan's storage ring. Even Yan Yan had to check them separately, so others would have no idea about them.
What a considerate bear.
A junior fellow from the weapon forging sect next door got a knife. As soon as he got it, he held it tightly, kissing and touching it, as if he was a pervert who finally got married.
The people from other sects felt a chill run down their spines, but when they thought about the painful lesson their Weapon Forging Sect's chief had learned from not taking good care of the spirit sword, they could understand it.
I understand, but I can't bear to watch it.
In addition, the girl named Sang Jinhuan from the Fu Zhen Sect also contracted a set of willow leaf flying knives. There are nine of them in total, and each one looks like a fresh willow leaf. It is hard to imagine that this is a deadly weapon.
Most people are envious. Who doesn’t like something that is both beautiful and powerful?
But he was just envious for a while, and then happily went to find his senior brothers and sisters, eager to share what he saw and heard in the sword tomb.
When Yun Feimiao and his group returned to Wanjian's guest house, they saw Ye Zheng and others sitting in the yard with serious expressions, discussing something.
Si Junzhan stopped squinting, Chen Yanshu stopped curling his lips, Bai Yuanchen's sleeves stopped fluttering, and even Yun Feiyin rarely looked serious.
Yun Feimiao and the others saw such a serious scene for the first time. They didn't dare to breathe and walked lightly.
"Are you guys thieves?" Chen Yanshu couldn't help but laugh when he saw them like this. "Alright, come sit over here. I have something to tell you."
Yun Feimiao and the others immediately sat down in a row, waiting obediently for instructions from their senior brothers.
"Don't be so nervous. This is a scandal of the Fuzhen Sect and has little to do with us."
Chen Yanshu smiled gently: "You all entered the Sword Tomb together. I heard that those people from the Fuzhen Sect were sent out by you. You should know something about this matter, right?"
Yan Yan and Lei Feifei shook their heads honestly: "I don't understand."
The two of them saw someone from the Fu Zhen Sect suddenly fall down, and then a fight suddenly broke out. Finally, Yun Feimiao suddenly joined in, and then their Wanjian Sect inexplicably wanted to help open the teleportation array.
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