Xuanhuan: the Way of Heaven Revolves Around Me

　　"Master asked me to do what?"

　　"Didn't the Holy Son say a few days ago that he is more interested in swords? In addition, now that the cultivation base has broken through to the realm of condensing, it is time to choose a weapon."

　　Uncle Mu said slowly while leading Fang Mingjing forward.

　　The Chongxiao Holy Land is very large.

　　If you only rely on walking, you may not see the end for ten days and a half months.

　　However, the old man took Fang Mingjing's hand and walked like a distraction, and the scene reflected in the two people's field of vision kept changing.

　　"I have seen the little saint."

　　"Elder Shepherd."

　　"Son."

　　The disciples who met the two along the way saluted.

　　Uncle Mu responded with a smile.

　　Although he is an elder of the Holy Land, he does not have the air of a peak Nirvana realm powerhouse at all, and even usually only considers himself an old servant of the Holy Master.

　　"It's raining?"

　　It was drizzling in the distance.

　　Fang Mingjing frowned slightly.

　　"Holy Son doesn't like rainy days?"

　　"I don't like it today."

　　"..."

　　The old man seemed to pause for a while, and then said earnestly: "The changes of the four seasons are the rules of the universe and cannot be changed at will."

　　"I don't listen."

　　"..."

　　Helpless, Uncle Mu had no choice but to wave his hand, and the majestic aura directly dissipated the rain clouds in the sky.

　　At this time, the two were not far from the Holy Master's dojo.

　　The Holy Master of the Chongxiao Holy Land, Jiang Jiuge.

　　It is said that before he took over the position of the Holy Master a hundred years ago, he suppressed a generation as the last Holy Son.

　　Uncle Mu kept Fang Mingjing outside the dojo and then withdrew.

　　When Fang Mingjing was left alone to walk into the dojo, he found that in addition to the Holy Lord Jiang Jiuge, there was also a young man with an indifferent expression.

　　When noticing Fang Mingjing's arrival, the young man frowned imperceptibly, and then bowed to Jiang Jiuge.

　　"Since the master has something important to do, the disciple will retire first."

　　"Go."

　　Jiang Jiuge nodded slightly.

　　After getting the approval, the young man left the dojo directly, and he didn't even have the slightest idea of ​​contacting Fang Mingjing.

　　Until his back is gone,

　　"That's your Senior Brother Yu Yuan."

　　Jiang Jiuge came over.

　　He looked like a handsome young man.

　　There was a slight smile on his face, his voice was clear, and the breath surrounding him was an incredible sense of tranquility.

　　If ordinary people see him for the first time, they may only think that he is a quiet and gentle young man...

　　"..."

　　Fang Mingjing didn't answer, and then heard Jiang Jiuge speak again, with a smile in his voice: "Before you, everyone thought he would be the new holy son of my holy land, and most of the elders also had high hopes for him."

　　"what about now?"

　　"What else is there now?" He smiled and pressed Fang Mingjing's head, then turned back, "Come with me."

　　Step out.

　　The environment inside the dojo changed.

　　The interior is so large that you can hardly see the opposite wall.

　　There was no one around, and there was no sound in such a huge place, which created a solemn atmosphere invisibly.

　　Jiang Jiuge raised his hand.

　　Immediately, the calm void rippled in circles, and the three phantoms gradually became solid.

　　Zheng!

　　A turbulent vortex of spiritual energy erupted in the dojo, and in bursts of whispers, three swords with completely different styles, but with the same quaint atmosphere, were gradually revealed.

　　"Choose."

　　Three swords.

　　The size of the swords is almost the same, and the casting style is also slender and light, but the breath of these three swords is very different.

　　One is determined to rush into the sky, and the momentum seems to be able to tear everything apart; the other is majestic and majestic, and the aura of kingship is surging;

　　Without much thought, Fang Mingjing reached out to the first sword.

　　It's just, when he just grabbed the sword, Boom!The sharp sword intent on the sword rose into the sky, and the violent aura resisted with the momentum of a swirling torrent—

　　Swords have a spirit, although this spirit only refers to a trace of spirituality, but it can also choose the master.

　　"...I don't know how to lift."

　　Under Jiang Jiuge's gaze, Fang Mingjing murmured, then let go of his hand, and the sword fell to the ground with a clatter.

　　Then he went over the second sword and reached for the last one.

　　This time it went well.

　　"Have you chosen?"

　　"Well, that's it."

　　he said.

　　While holding his hand on the hilt of the sword.

　　It's just such an action,

　　Swish!

　　There was a rare look of surprise in Jiang Jiuge's eyes.

　　At this moment, the ground in the dojo suddenly became inexplicably covered with cuts, and these hideous cuts continued to spread farther away——

　　Not sword intent.

　　It's not sword pressure or aura...

　　Just holding the hilt of the sword.

　　Just such an action made the entire dojo become scarred silently, and...

　　Looking at the two swords that had completely lost their momentum, Jiang Jiuge was a little dumb, but he couldn't help but feel admiration. .

Chapter 4

　　The reason why there are three swords out is naturally for a reason.

　　The sword will choose the master, why can't the master choose the sword?

　　The characteristics of the three swords are so distinct, according to what Jiang Jiuge thought at the beginning, Fang Mingjing should choose the one that matches his personality.

　　Hard-edged?

　　Kingship?

　　Or is it calm and reserved?

　　In the end, this is just a trivial little test.

　　However, Fang Mingjing's choice doesn't matter.

　　He didn't care whether the characteristics of the sword matched his own.

　　The first sword he held resisted, that is, he did not know how to lift it, so he rejected it, and then chose another at random.

　　Being so careless and disliking being disrespected shows his subconscious arrogance...

　　But it's pretty good.

　　Ah.

　　The Great Sun Sacred Body that will last for ten thousand years, the only Holy Son in the Chongxiao Holy Land, and the talents in all aspects are only seen in Jiang Jiuge's life. He is not arrogant, who is arrogant?

　　What's more, it's just a subconscious level.

　　Fang Mingjing had already left the dojo at this time.

　　Looking at the scarred and still room in front of him, Jiang Jiuge just waved his hand at will, and all of a sudden, these hideous scratches disappeared as if they didn't exist at the beginning.

　　"Uncle Mu."

　　"The old servant is here."

　　"The secret realm created by the last Holy Master on a whim, it seems that the time is almost the same, right?"

　　"Go back to the Holy Master, that secret realm will take about two years."

　　Hearing this answer, Jiang Jiuge couldn't help but snort.

　　"It's too slow, find a way to advance to half a month later. Also, release the news that the secret realm is about to open."