The sword spirits in the sword tomb, from level one to level six.
The burly man who recommended himself just now is already level five, but these sword spirits have no impression of level six sword spirits, who only exist in legends.
As they walked, seeing that time was running out, Su Luo couldn't help but feel a little anxious.
Do I really have to choose one from the next wave of sword spirits?
Although each of these sword spirits is enviable, Su Luo always feels that... there should be better ones.
As they walked, Su Luo suddenly saw half a sword in the corner of her eye.
That sword was very ordinary. The hilt was half-rotten, and the exposed half of the sword was covered with rust. This broken sword should be recycled as scrap.
Su Luo walked and thought, she did not take the sword seriously.
After walking about three kilometers, Su Luo suddenly had an idea. She froze and stopped abruptly.
Seeing Su Luo stop, the large group of sword spirits also stopped. They looked at each other, looking at Su Luo in confusion.
Su Luo began to step back, step by step.
The sword spirits were puzzled, but their instincts remained. So, when Su Luo took a step back, they all followed suit.
If an outsider saw this scene, they would find it funny and ridiculous, but at this moment Su Luo was very serious, and the sword spirits also looked serious because they were confused.
In this way, they retreated step by step, and finally retreated to three kilometers.
Su Luo stopped.
The sword spirits also stopped in their tracks.
Then, they saw Su Luo turn to the right, walk straight to the broken sword, squat down, and stare at the broken sword that was despised by everyone.
Su Luo looked at the broken sword, thoughtful.
Just now, a light bulb went off in her head, and she finally realized that this was a sword tomb. The worst sword spirit was at the first level, so how could there be such scrap metal here?
Moreover, all swords have sword spirits, but this sword——
Su Luo turned around and looked at the dark mass of sword spirits: "Where is the sword spirit of this sword?"
It was obvious that Su Luo had set her sights on this sword, but no one claimed such a big prize because—
"How can this sword have a sword spirit?"
"In all these years, I've never seen a sword spirit come out of this broken sword to play with us."
"Maybe it was there before? But the sword spirit is definitely dead now. We can't sense any signs of life from it."
"Yeah, the sword spirit is dead, human girl, you should choose me!"
"Choose me, choose me!"
"Pick me, pick me, pick me!"
Thus, the calm scene became noisy again, with a large number of sword spirits quarreling with each other. Moreover, these sword spirits were all innocent, romantic, and true to their temperaments, and completely ignorant of worldly affairs, so the quarrels were real quarrels.
Su Luo only felt a chaotic buzzing in her ears, which made the veins on her forehead throb.
Being liked by too many sword spirits is also troublesome.
If the other people who entered the Sword Spirit Sword Selection knew about Su Luo's idea, they would probably want to beat her to death.
These sword spirits are arrogant and proud, and they are only like this towards Su Luo. They are very proud towards others.
Su Luo took a deep breath: "Quiet!"
Following Su Luo's order, all the sword spirits subconsciously covered their mouths with their hands, looking at Su Luo with clear eyes.
Su Luo rubbed his brows with a headache, and then he concentrated on observing the broken sword.
Su Luo's hand was on the hilt of the sword.
Because the hilt of the sword was so old, it cracked and turned into wood chips, scattered on the ground.
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