Mingxuan rushed in quickly along the surrounding ruins. The interior was almost hollowed out. He walked happily, "Let me see~"
What is it exactly?
Ask about the secret book of the Sword Sect, the Moonlight Arrow of the Moonlight Sect, the Wind Sword of the Wind Sect, and what about their spiritual weapons?
The young man turned around. The forbidden area was very empty. He looked left and right. There was only one empty space in the middle, and there was a...
shovel?
Mingxuan's eyes widened slightly, and he tried to turn his head and look around, trying to see if there was anything he had missed somewhere else. For no other reason than that the shovel in the middle was just a plain shovel no matter how you looked at it.
Like the Dark Book and the Moonlight Arrow, one is black and exudes an ominous aura, while the other is like a handful of soft moonlight, revealing the temperament of an innate spiritual weapon.
What is their spiritual weapon? A shovel for digging soil? Are you kidding me?
"Where's the spiritual weapon?"
Mingxuan murmured.
Not only he couldn't believe it, the demons who followed them all the way into the forbidden area were also unsure whether that was the spiritual weapon they wanted to steal.
The appearance of spiritual weapons is always special, and people can recognize it at a glance, but the spiritual weapon in front of him has no fluctuations of spiritual energy, and there is no weapon spirit. It is just an ordinary shovel.
"Is this our spiritual weapon?" Mu Chongxi's voice suddenly raised: "It must be fake."
Several people swarmed into the forbidden area one after another, stretching their necks to watch for a long time. Ye Qiao scanned the vicinity with his spiritual sense and confirmed that apart from this shovel, there was no other spiritual weapon.
"That looks like it."
"This shovel is the treasure of our Changming Sect?" Mingxuan said vaguely, "The ancestor can't expect us to fight against others with a shovel."
Other sects have books, bows and arrows, spiritual swords, such elegant spiritual weapons, but why are they just shovels?
Even Xue Yu, who was good-tempered, had his eyelids twitching. "This shovel..."
What can be done?
It couldn't be that in such a solemn and tense atmosphere, when other sword cultivators were holding swords and going on stage, the representative of the righteous sect slowly took out a shovel, right? ? ?
He muttered to himself, "Originally, it was more likely that we would be evenly matched this time. There are only two demons in the two tribes who are in the Tribulation Crossing stage. The leader of the Sword Questioning Sect can fight the Demon Lord to a draw, and the remaining four leaders are enough to contain the Demon King in the Tribulation Crossing stage."
“Not to mention Junior Master and the others. So, as long as the two of us are unable to take action, we will be the ones to battle wits and courage with the demon elders and demon cultivators.”
When the combat power of both sides is almost equal, it depends on which side can break the balance first and tilt the situation to one side.
"Our opponents this time should all be Nascent Souls." If the demons hide more tightly, there might even be some at the Void Refinement Realm. Mu Chongxi complained, "Using this shovel to fight them, it looks hopeless no matter how you look at it."
The Dark Book and the Bright Moon Arrow had to be returned to their respective sects, but the only spiritual weapon they could take away was a plain shovel.
The Sword-Asking Sect's secret book is of the noble control system. The control effect of this killing weapon is absolutely a terrifying restraining force.
“What can this shovel do?”
"Don't say that. We're not without a chance of winning even if we go out there with a shovel."
"Huh?" Xue Yu tilted his head, thinking that he had some unique insights.
Mingxuan said in a lively voice: "At least we can take out the shovel and make our opponents laugh to death under the watchful eyes of everyone."
"..." Chu Ling felt that at certain times, compared to the solemnity and coldness of other sects, they were really happy when they got together.
She didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "It's not as bad as you say."
The Hanguang Shovel is an innate spiritual weapon after all. It is inappropriate for these people to start belittling it.
The two demons following behind them imagined the scene slightly.
That's really... humorous.
The disciple of the righteous representative came on the field with a shovel. Not to mention the righteous side, even the demon cultivators in the demon clan would probably laugh themselves crazy.
Therefore, to use a spiritual weapon with a unique shape, one must be thick-skinned and have strong psychological qualities to be able to remain calm.
After Mingxuan finished speaking, he reached out and grabbed the shovel in his palm. However, after he pulled for a long time, the shovel just piled up in the ruins and didn't move at all.
Xue Yu pushed him aside when he saw this, stretched out his hand and pulled it out easily, "What are you dawdling about for?"
OK, OK, OK.
Ming Xuan laughed angrily, "It's targeting me, right?"
Otherwise, since neither of them were combatants, how come they came out with just Xue Yu's pull?
"You're just jealous that I'm stronger than you." Xue Yu ignored him and looked at the shovel in his hand. He found a name engraved on the side, "Hanguang Shovel. It sounds powerful."
Mingxuan saw that Xue Yu was holding it lightly, so he took it tentatively. However, as soon as it fell into his palm, he was almost knocked down by the heavy weight.
"I said it was targeting me!!" Xue Yu actually felt that he was jealous of his strength.
This spiritual weapon obviously understood human language. Ming Xuan started to laugh at it. It would be strange if the Hanguang shovel was willing to be taken by him.
Zhou Xingyun heard the disdainful tone of his junior brothers and sisters, stretched out his hand, and the Hanguang shovel fell into his palm.
A beauty comes with a shovel.
Depend on.
What kind of style?
Ye Qiao couldn't help but cover his eyes, "Don't tell me. Our ancestor used this thing to compete with others."
"It's so disillusioning." Mu Chongxi said.
The two of them are still in their middle school years, and the Grandmaster's battle record can be said to have given the two middle school swordsmen ample imagination.
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