Divine Sword Sect, Sword Condensation Pool.
Su Yu held the purple gourd in both hands, ready to hand it over at any time.
At this moment, Bai Yu suddenly turned around and looked at him.
"Are you raising a sword now?"
Su Yu was stunned for a moment.
Some were caught off guard when this aloof senior actually uttered a sentence that contained more than five words.
Wow, there weren't any strange restrictions after all.
"Hmm," he replied briefly.
People who speak briefly usually prefer brief replies from others.
This is what Su thought to himself.
Bai Yu nodded slightly, his gaze fixed on the sword platform.
"Then you don't need to summon it."
"To avoid...waste."
"Hmm?" Su Yu blinked.
The number of words in each sentence is increasing!
There are some things I don't understand?
In fact, he wasn't the only one who was misunderstanding at that moment.
In the void, the treasures looked at each other, staring at each other in bewilderment.
When did our Divine Sword Sect become able to nurture sword spirits without using the Sword Condensation Platform?
Everyone was speculating.
Bai Yu then waved his hand.
A white jade flying sword pierced through the air and pierced directly into the sword platform.
The sound of the white feather sword entering the sword platform was very crisp.
In the void.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
Absolute silence and shock.
Everyone stared in disbelief, dumbfounded.
What... what's going on?!
How come the White Feather Sword itself entered the sword platform?
Wasn't it to nurture a sword spirit for Su Yuyun?
This process...I didn't go wrong, did I?
At that moment, a million whys flooded their minds.
In comparison.
Holding the purple gourd, Su Yu appeared much calmer.
It can't be described as calm.
The main problem is that Su doesn't know what's really going on.
Bai Yu didn't say much, and waved his hand.
The mysterious magic array began to change.
"Depend on!!"
Holy crap!
Two classic swear words echoed in the void.
The elegant woman and the man in blue stared at each other.
For a moment, they wished they hadn't seen the same look in each other's eyes.
"This formation is not a method of nurturing, but a method of extracting the sword spirit!"
"Senior, do you want to detach yourself from the White Feather Sword?"
"Wait a minute! Wait a minute! What do you mean?"
"What else could it mean?" Lady Yonghua asked helplessly.
"Is there any sword spirit in this world stronger than yours?"
"Wait a minute, what about our Divine Sword Sect?!"
While everyone was shocked and dumbfounded.
Su Yu's eyes widened in disbelief at the scene before him.
"I...I really didn't see wrong?!"
"That cold-hearted senior just now transformed into a streak of light and entered my wine gourd?"
"so..."
Su Yu didn't even dare to guess any further.
A cold-faced fairy sister willingly crawled into a wine gourd to become a sword spirit—who would believe it if this were told?
He looked around, trying to find a second person to ask about the situation.
Such a large ancient sword sect couldn't possibly have only one person in charge, could it?
Can someone explain the difference between high and low?
How embarrassing would it be if this were misunderstood?!
There was complete silence all around, and no one responded.
Su Yu was just about to shout at the top of her lungs.
On the sword platform, the white jade longsword began to vibrate.
With a buzzing sound.
The white jade longsword exuded an incomparably terrifying aura.
"Is this a priceless treasure?"
"Moreover, it's a treasure even more powerful than the Demon Refining Banner and the Little Bell?!"
Su Yu was somewhat dazed.
Fortunately, this powerful aura was not intended to harm anyone.
Otherwise, Su Yu had no doubt that he might have just turned to ashes.
He is honest and conscientious.
This treasure, with its immense power, soared into the sky.
With a single sword stroke, he cleaved through the river of time and space, rushing towards the depths of the Divine Sword Sect.
Gazing at the momentum of this sword strike, Su Yu was somewhat lost in thought.
Faced with this sword.
The idea that heaven and earth could be a sword, which he had just grasped, suddenly seemed insignificant.
"Indeed, one must never be arrogant," he reminded himself.
......
In the void.
Zhongbao had not yet recovered from the cruel reality of being abandoned.
Seeing the White Feather Divine Sword suppress the Sword Sect's [Dead Ground] with a single strike.
They suddenly felt relieved.
The senior completely solved the problem of the "dead zone".
Nowadays, it seems that the Divine Sword Sect doesn't really need her to keep an eye on it every day.
Moreover, the opportunities for her to change her original body are already few and far between.
Now we've finally encountered such an opportunity.
Why should they try to stop it?
As for the sect leader?
Those have been lost for countless epochs; even widows wouldn't be bound forever.
This time, we should set our senior free and let him fly!
The man in blue gave a self-indulgent speech.
This drew disapproving looks from others.
Immediately, they all turned their gazes to the bewildered boy.
There is anticipation, and there is also relief.
At least, the sword of the Thirteenth Saint Sword can be passed down in another way.
Although... the sword ran away on its own initiative.
"Yes, this matter must not be told to anyone."
"It's because this kid is talented that he passed the sect leader's test!"
......
The Misty Immortal Sect.
The middle-aged scholar was preparing to pick up the little cutie from the seclusion.
Sensing the aura of a top-tier treasure, he casually made some deductions.
"Um?"
"ah?!"
The middle-aged scholar looked dazed and almost missed a step.
"Master, you're here!" Qiao Qiao's energetic voice rang out.
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