all the way to fairy

Chapter 84
Hao Si was almost convulsed with excitement, his hands were trembling uncontrollably, his eyes slowly wandered over several magic tools, hesitating for a long time before choosing tremblingly.

Seeing his hopeless appearance, Xingye couldn't help frowning. This time, because of the presence of his great-grandson and Jingzhe disciples, he deliberately rewarded the first and second place with a heavenly magic weapon, both of which are from the sect of lore. You can't be too partial to one another.

Unexpectedly, the two met in advance, and it was such a cheap thing.

"No.1, a foundation building pill, a high-grade magic weapon of the heaven rank, Zhaoying." Zhenjun Xingye's unchanging voice sounded again, his eyes fell on Wei Lin, and he said slowly, with a little more tenderness : "As early as a year ago, your master proposed to use the Zhaoying Sword as the leader's reward for this competition, but I didn't expect you to take it away."

Hearing these words, all the high-level officials showed surprise expressions. Although the Zhaoying Sword is also a low-grade magic weapon, it has gradually developed spirituality. If the opportunity is right, it will become a treasure. The magic weapon is still high.

After hearing this later, he couldn't help feeling Jing Zhe's good intentions. If he asked for it directly, the pavilion master would not refuse, but this would inevitably cause dissatisfaction among others. As a reward, he justifiably took it away in the competition, which not only showed his disciples Ability also blocked the mouths of many people.

Facing the long sword that might be promoted to a treasure, Wei Lin couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips, restraining his eyes that couldn't wait to glance at the box, he gave a salute, and said loudly: "This disciple will definitely live up to the master and the pavilion master!" High hopes!"

"Okay!" Xing Ye's voice was like a morning bell, and with a move of his hand, a long sword about three feet eight inches long and five inches wide flew out of the box and landed in his hand. He raised it in front of Wei Lin: "Cultivate hard."

"Yes!"

Wei Lin reached out to catch Zhaoying with both hands, and stared at it rightly. For a sword repairer, there is nothing comparable to a precious sword.

Xingye smiled even more, and suggested: "Try it."

Wei Lin glanced at him, lowered his eyes to look at Zhaoying, held the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and slowly unsheathed the sword. In an instant, the gorgeous orange light filled everyone's eyes, like the midsummer sunset, radiating light with all its strength, Light up all.

"It's so beautiful." Yunli couldn't help admiring, Zhaoying, the name fits very well.

Wei Lin's lips twitched into a slight smile, his fingers lightly stroked the blade of the sharp sword, his fingertips felt a slight pain instantly, and a drop of blood burst out, his eyes were even more satisfied.

Different from the warm rays of light on it, the blade of the sword feels as cold as ice and snow, cooling to the bone marrow.

Suddenly, the sword trembled and flew out of his hand with a buzzing sound.

Everyone held their breath and stared at it without blinking. It is not common to have spiritual artifacts.

Someone suddenly asked the people next to him in a low voice: "I didn't see what Senior Brother Qianjiu was doing, why did the Zhaoying Sword fly out of his hand?"

"That's needless to say, since the senior is extremely talented, he has been recognized by Zhaoyingjian, so I am anxious to recognize the master."

Their voices were very small, but right now everyone was holding their breaths, and the five senses of the monks were far superior to ordinary people. Their voices were heard by everyone present.

Immediately, someone looked at Wei Lin with envy and jealousy, some people are destined to be looked up to by everyone.

Wei Lin was slightly startled, looking up at the shadow flying in the air, is that so?

Anxiety flashed in his heart, just now, there seemed to be a trace of Zhaoying Sword, resist?

Different from the envy and jealousy of the young disciples in the Qi training period below, all the high-level people got up one after another, looked at the Zhaoying sword in surprise, and it stopped in the air for a moment, before falling to the ground with a thud.

At this time, even those monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage had strange expressions on their faces.

Jing Zhe appeared on the ring in an instant, his expression was unclear, and with a move of his hand, the Yingying Sword on the ground instantly appeared in front of Wei Lin, and he tapped his fingertips, and a white light entered Wei Lin's forehead: "This is the formula for refining the magic weapon of natal life. Sacrifice."

"Don't be in such a hurry." A voice as light as a mosquito rang, and then Wei Lin felt the corner of his sleeve drop, and turned his head. She lowered her head and looked at Jing Zhe, there was imperceptible fear hidden deep in her almond eyes.

Wei Lin was stunned, took a step forward, cut off his master and looked at his eyes, because there were too many strange things about Ah Li, she always avoided contact with these true monarchs intentionally or unintentionally, it was unavoidable Sometimes, he also mixed in the crowd, trying to reduce his sense of existence.

These behaviors were done subconsciously by her, and she didn't even notice, but today she went uncharacteristically and ran under the noses of a group of Nascent Soul Stage True Monarchs.

As she practiced, she liked to rely more and more on intuition, and thinking of Zhaoyingjian's rejection just now, Wei Lin felt more and more uneasy. He gently pulled the corner of his sleeve out of her hand. The tactic kept breaking into Zhaoying's sword.

The first step of the sacrificial training went smoothly, he felt at ease, and when the sacrificial formula in the sword was basically formed, he separated a ray of mind to force out a few drops of blood, and drew out a ray of spiritual consciousness to merge into the Zhaoying Sword .

At this time, a sudden change occurred, and the originally quiet Zhaoying Sword shook again, and it was caught off guard, soaring into the sky, dodging the blood essence and consciousness that wanted to merge.

When the sacrificial exercise was interrupted, Wei Lin spit out a mouthful of blood immediately, but right now he didn't care about it, his eyes were dazed and bewildered.

Silence, deadly silence.

In the arena where more than 5 people gathered, there was no sound, and needles could be heard.

The low-level monks didn't know why, but the high-level monks couldn't believe their eyes. A kendo genius with dual spiritual roots and a purity of almost full value was rejected by Zhaoyingjian!

how can that be? !
Generally speaking, the recognition of the master by a magic weapon is the recognition of its talent. The more powerful the magic weapon is, the higher the requirement for the talent of the master is. It is predictable that it has high demands on the owner.

It's just that Qianjiu is already a full-value fire and wood dual spiritual root. It is said that his talent is so high that it is rare. Let alone heavenly ranks, even treasures and Dao weapons should not be a problem. How could Zhaoyingjian reject him? ?
The monks above the Foundation Establishment Stage who had sacrificed the natal magic weapon all looked at each other in blank dismay, and someone whispered, "Could it be that Junior Brother Qianjiu's talent is so high that Zhao Yingjian feels ashamed and unworthy?"

This remark sounds absurd at first glance, but it is not impossible when you think about it carefully. Everyone's eyes are eager again, and the talent that can make even a heavenly magic weapon feel ashamed is unprecedented.

The high-level people in Canye Pavilion are not so optimistic. Weapons are not spiritual pets, no matter how intelligent they are, they can be smarter than spiritual pets. They will reject people who are not qualified, but they will definitely not have complex emotions such as feeling ashamed.

Xing Ye exchanged glances with several right-hand men, and took out a few magic tools, ranging from Huang Rank to Tian Rank, and said, "Try these."

Wei Lin's fingers trembled a little, he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, all the panic was suppressed, and he steadily typed out one after another of the sacrificial alchemy formulas, but was rejected again at the last step.The long eyelashes trembled slightly, and quickly typed out the sacrificial formula against another magic weapon, but in despair, it failed again.

Now, even the group of monks at the early stage of Qi training who didn't know anything about the sacrifice of the natal magic weapon knew that something was wrong, and the crowd was commotion, discussing in low voices.

Yunli couldn't hear the discussion below, she stared at Wei Lin, who was crazily scheming, her heart was filled with fear, she didn't know what would happen, and she didn't know the reason, but fear rose from the bottom of her heart, like a pitch-black In the dark night, a candle with a faint light, now the wind is blowing, the tiny flame is blown to this side, and it will be extinguished soon.

Several Nascent Soul powers stopped the sound transmission, Jing Zhe raised his hand to stop Wei Lin's pinching formula, with a compassionate look on his face, he sighed softly, while Mang Zhong beside him looked inexplicable, and said, "Tell him, this kind of thing is also hidden." Can't live."

Jing Zhe's eyes turned cold, and he took a deep look at him, then looked down at Wei Lin, his throat felt a little dry, he pursed his lips, and said, "You don't have a fairy fate."

hum-

Wei Lin's mind went blank, he saw Jing Zhe's thin lips opening and closing, but he couldn't hear what he was saying.

(End of this chapter)