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Chapter 149 The Art of Talking

The first batch of disciples who came out of Dejian Mountain were all relatively weak in their own strength.

Among them, the best harvest is nothing more than a mysterious top-grade spirit sword.

Those who are unlucky will end up empty-handed.

After these disciples left the Sword Mountain, they did not leave immediately. Instead, they gathered behind their master, silently waiting for the final result of the trip to the Sword Mountain.

They were also very curious in their hearts, could someone from the same sect obtain the legendary heaven-level spirit sword?

About another hour passed.

The second batch of sword-selecting disciples came down the mountain one after another.

The male cultivator who came with Bai Wan was also among them.

What he obtained was an earth-level low-grade spirit sword, and as soon as he appeared, he reported loudly in the direction of his master.

"The disciple lived up to the expectations of the master! He got a sword of the earth level."

His voice immediately attracted eyes of envy or envy.

Nanxiu enjoyed this feeling of being paid attention to, he walked up to Long Shi with his head held high.

I planned to show the master the weapon I just got, but found that the other party's focus was not on me at all.

Not only Long Shi, but all the elders here are staring at the middle peak of Jianshan Mountain.

And there, there are eleven rays of light gathering.

Nine rays of light are almost piled up into a ball, and at a position in front, there are two rays of light moving slowly side by side.

From such a distance, it felt like nine guards followed their two masters step by step.

Nanxiu turned his eyes back, feeling a little doubt in his heart.

'A total of nine Nascent Soul Realm fellows entered Jianshan this time. It is not difficult for them to persist until now, but why are there still two rays of light staying at the middle peak? '

Unable to come up with a result, Nanxiu fortunately gave up thinking.

He slowly swept his gaze around, searching for Bai Wan's figure in the crowd.

After searching for a long time, he found nothing, and what made him even more concerned was that the young man who came with Elder Gong didn't seem to be here either.

Suddenly, an unbelievable idea appeared in Nanxiu's mind.

He frowned tightly, and once again set his eyes on Zhongfeng.

"Impossible!"

More than a hundred people stood at the foot of the mountain and looked forward to it.

After waiting for more than two hours, they finally waited for the eleven rays of light to move down the mountain.

Whether it was an elder or a disciple, all of them immediately began to boil.

"How did they walk so slowly? I'm almost dying of curiosity."

"What do you know? They are called capable. Of course, you have to spend a lot of effort to choose carefully. There is also a certain degree of fit between the spirit sword and the master."

"Hehe, the apprentices of Elder Gong and Elder Hong are also in the team that came out of the mountain at the end. I just don't know, what is the result of their sword selection?"

"Elder Xiao's request should not be so strict. It is already not easy for those two disciples to survive at the Golden Core level."

In the sound of discussion among the crowd.

Mu Feng took the long sword in his arms and Bai Wan, who couldn't put it down, stepped out of the sword mountain first.

In fact, if it weren't for the nine tails following behind, he wouldn't have had to waste so long.

However, things in this world are always calculated by people.

The seven disciples on the top of the peak, together with the two who stopped outside the peak, followed closely behind.

Among those nine people, there was also Chen Zhou who passed out and was carried on his back by his fellow disciples.

They just followed curiously, so Mu Feng naturally couldn't make a sound to drive them away.

So he procrastinated for a while, and chose a suitable weapon for Bai Wan.

Prefectural-level middle-grade, although it is not very good, but it is definitely not bad.

At the foot of Sword Mountain.

As soon as Elder Hong saw the precious sword held in his apprentice's arms, his old eyes suddenly shone with brilliance.

"Hahaha, it turned out to be a mid-level Earth-level Shadow Phoenix Sword. It's so wonderful! Wan'er hurry over here and let me take a look!"

Mu Feng's black epee was thrown in the storage bag, so in the eyes of those onlookers who didn't know the truth, they automatically regarded it as empty-handed.

After all, if he really got a high-grade spirit sword, which sword-choosing disciple would resist showing it off outside?

"It doesn't matter, there are other places in the sect where you can choose weapons, and I will give you a better chance in the future."

Listening to Gong Wenbai's comfort, Mu Feng just nodded in cooperation, and was not in a hurry to prove something to the master.

Following Mu Feng, Zhou Yue and other nine Nascent Soul Realm disciples also left Sword Mountain.

The few people whose thoughts were spinning quickly rushed to the side of their respective masters, telling everything that happened in the peak area through sound transmission.

And when that Elder Xiao saw that his disciple, whom everyone had placed high hopes on, was actually Sword Mountain who was carried out with injuries, his whole body exploded immediately.

"What's going on? Was he injured by the sword energy when he was choosing the sword? Or was it caused by a sneak attack?"

Elder Xiao's loud shout immediately attracted everyone's attention to Chen Zhou and the other two.

The disciple who went down the mountain with Chen Zhou on his back had a subtle embarrassment on his face.

He really didn't know how to answer Elder Xiao's question.

Do I want to tell everyone: Brother Chen was beaten like this by several heaven-level spirit swords?

And the reason why those spirit swords hit him was to show off in front of his prospective master!

It sounds so ridiculous.

If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I probably wouldn't believe it.

At this time, the female cultivator who had received Mu Feng's favor stepped forward.

She bowed to Elder Xiao, and then said: "Senior brother Chen was indeed injured in the fight for the spirit sword, but this disciple can swear with his Dao heart, it is definitely not because of his fellow disciples."

"If Elder Xiao still doesn't believe it, you can ask other people on the peak, or after Senior Brother Chen wakes up, everything will come to light."

Hearing Zhou Yue's explanation, Elder Xiao instantly turned his attention to the other Nascent Soul Realm disciples.

Except for the strange looks on the faces of the disciples, the feedback they received was exactly the same as what Zhou Yue said.

Only then did Elder Xiao suppress his anger, and went to check on his apprentice's injuries.

And the disciples who were on the top of the peak just now, when they looked at Zhou Yue, suddenly discovered that this woman knows the art of speaking very well!

What she said to Elder Xiao just now was all the truth, but she cleverly avoided the truth.

Just when Mu Feng was about to pull his master away quietly, Elder Hong suddenly exclaimed.

"What? Elder Gong's disciple, Mu Feng, managed to make a heaven-level spirit sword recognize its master!"

"The epee with a black body is accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder when it flies. Isn't that the treasure of Jianshan Guangwang epee? Oh my god! You can repeat it to Master Wei again, don't let Master hear it wrong. Hahaha."

Elder Hong's voice was extremely penetrating, and when he spoke, he deliberately turned towards Elder Xiao.

When he successfully saw the other party's slumped face, Elder Hong even laughed out loud.

As happy as a child in his 200s.