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The sudden change in the Ten Thousand Swords Temple shocked everyone.
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The Ten Thousand Swords Temple, which was quiet just a moment ago, was suddenly filled with the sound of surging tides. The surging speed was getting faster and the sound was getting sharper and sharper. Even the heavy hall was forced to resonate, which shocked everyone.
"Sword Rage!"
The Third Elder's pupils shrank slightly. He then turned around without hesitation and looked at the door coldly. He saw a person, a foot.
The change in the Ten Thousand Swords Temple was caused by Xie Tian's foot.
It was not that Xie Tian's strength was strong enough to make the ten thousand swords bow their heads, but Xie Tian's blasphemy towards swords had attracted the anger of the ten thousand swords.
His heart was punishable!
"With you here, there will be no peace in the Sword Tomb!"
The Third Elder suddenly had a murderous intent. At this moment, Xie Tian withdrew his right foot from the hall, and the angry sound of the ten thousand swords disappeared.
"Hmph!"
Seeing that Xie Tian had tactfully withdrawn from the Ten Thousand Swords Temple, the Third Elder's cold eyes swept across Xie Tian. He restrained his murderous intent, but the haze in his heart became thicker.
Xie Tian's Defiant Sword Heart was strong enough to anger the ten thousand swords, which was definitely not a good thing for the Sword Tomb.
Glancing at the Third Elder's back, Xie Tian's blood-red eyes were calm. What made him withdraw from the Ten Thousand Swords Temple was not the anger of the ten thousand swords, but the Third Elder's murderous intent.
Although there was only a trace of the murderous intent, it pierced straight into Xie Tian's heart. The evil killing intent had never been so crazy before. After retreating out of the hall, he looked back at the morning sun and thought about it. He erased 90% of the guilt in his heart.
The disciples also woke up from the change. They thought that this was the wonderful thing about the Ten Thousand Swords Temple. They were in awe and secretly vowed to choose the best sword for themselves.
The Third Elder glanced at the disciples who were looking forward to the competition and said, "The sword selection begins now. There are no rules. As long as you can bring it out of the Ten Thousand Swords Palace, the sword is yours."
As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of people immediately spread out in the main hall. There were more than ten thousand swords hidden in the entire Ten Thousand Swords Hall. There were high and low quality swords, but it was up to the individual to choose. In just a moment, the Ten Thousand Swords Hall was in an uproar.
"Haha, innate divine weapon! My eyes are indeed sharp!"
"F * * k, it looks impressive, but it's actually a Hundred Tempered Weapon!"
"Hey, I saw that Senior Brother Jian first. Put it down!"
"You took a liking to it, hehe. Unfortunately, it took a liking to me, your junior brother."
The two of them instantly started fighting. Everyone was shocked and quickly looked at the Third Elder, but they saw that the Third Elder was indifferent to the fight. It was obvious that he was hinting that fighting was allowed in this hall. Hence, the atmosphere of the sword selection became more and more lively.
In just a short moment, everyone's faces were red with anger. The sounds of fists and feet, and the cries of swords could be heard incessantly. The only one who could successfully choose a sword was Mu Liang, but he had a bitter expression on his face. He didn't know which sword he should choose.
The Third Elder had been paying attention to Mu Liang. When Mu Liang passed by a sword, the Third Elder's eyes dimmed, but he didn't send a voice transmission to warn him. Choosing a sword was not only about eyesight, but also about the connection between the person and the sword. Only the sword that was most suitable for oneself was the best sword.
Xie Tian was still standing at the entrance of the hall. He scanned the hall with his blood-red eyes and found the three swords with soaring Sword Qi. Among them, the sword closest to Mu Liang had the strongest Sword Qi and was filled with unparalleled arrogance.
"Young Master Liang!" Xie Tian called out.
Mu Liang looked back at Xie Tian and frowned, "What is it?"
"Choose that one." As Xie Tian stretched out his hand and pointed, he glanced at the Third Elder from the corner of his eyes. Seeing that the Third Elder didn't have any reaction, he instantly understood what was going on.
Mu Liang followed the direction of the Third Elder's finger, and his nose became crooked from anger. The sword in Xie Tian's hand was completely dull and lusterless. The surface of the sword was filled with bumps and bumps, and the blade was crooked. Even the tip of the sword was flat.
"Hehe, this young master isn't blind." Mu Liang's face turned black. He was so angry that he laughed as he turned and walked towards the depths of the hall.
The Third Elder's eyes dimmed again, silently cursing Mu Liang for having eyes but not being able to see. But when he thought of Xie Tian's guidance, he felt even more uncomfortable in his heart. Mu Liang was able to determine the strongest sword in the Myriad Swords Hall with a single glance. Such a genius, yet he wasn't someone from the Sword Tomb.
The selection of swords was carried out very quickly. Although there were over ten thousand swords, they were all nobles of Chu and had extraordinary experience. Other than a few disciples who were beaten black and blue, the others all chose their swords and walked out of the hall. All of them touched the swords in their hands, their faces filled with joy.
Mu Liang walked around in a circle, but he still had no harvest. At this moment, a disciple with a swollen face walked towards the ugly sword Xie Tian had pointed at. He let out a soft gasp of surprise as he stretched out his right hand, wanting to retrieve the sword.
The Third Elder's eyes narrowed, feeling somewhat impatient in his heart. He couldn't help but shout at this person to stop. But at this moment, Xie Tian's voice rang out once more.
"Young Master Liang, that sword is even better."
Mu Liang's face turned black, but he still lowered his head to take a look.
"Big brother, this is broken." Mu Liang was on the verge of tears.
Xie Tian nodded his head, as he replied in a serious tone, "Isn't there still half of it left? It can still be used."
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Mu Liang woodenly walked away.
This short exchange had attracted the attention of the disciple in front of the ugly sword. Seeing Mu Liang walk away, this person's eyes turned, and he seemed to carelessly walk over to the broken sword. His eyes brightened, and he quickly pulled out the sword, suppressing his joy as he walked towards the door.
Xie Tian glanced at this person and recalled that he was the young master of one of Huai An City's aristocratic families. His name was Liu Xu. Liu Xu's eyes weren't bad, but he was too easily swayed by others. His temperament was too poor. Even if such a person chose a good sword, it wouldn't be of much use.
After the time it took for an incense stick to burn, only Mu Liang was left in the main hall. Having been disturbed twice by Xie Tian, he had no idea how to choose a sword. He was at a loss as to what to do, pacing back and forth in the main hall. The Third Elder's eyes twitched, and he wished he could stab this blind man to death.
"As expected of young master Liang. There are so many swords, but none of them are to your liking."
"Of course. I heard that the Sword Tomb has ten Famed Swords. Perhaps only those ten are qualified to be chosen by young master Liang."
"Tch, you're too ignorant. Seven of the ten Famed Swords already have owners. Senior apprentice-brother Li Jian also has one. There are only three left in the sect master's collection. Those kinds of swords can't be in the Myriad Sword Temple."
"That's true. What if someone is a blind cat running into a dead mouse? That would be hilarious."
Everyone's flattery caused Mu Liang to be even more at a loss. His eyes glazed over. Xie Tian frowned. Seeing Mu Liang once again walk in front of the ugly sword, he couldn't help saying, "Young master Liang, that ugly sword."
Mu Liang woodenly lowered his head. This was the second time he saw the ugly sword. His heart immediately twitched. Pulling out the ugly sword, he said with tears streaming down his face, "Ugly sword, oh ugly sword. It's not that I have a problem with you, it's that someone has a problem with me."
After sighing, Mu Liang shook his head and was just about to put down the ugly sword. But how could the Third Elder let him do as he wished? He immediately shouted, "Enough! You've been so wishy-washy for four hours. That sword, scram!"
Mu Liang was stunned. He wanted to say a few more words, but he saw the Third Elder's gloomy expression and firm attitude. His heart immediately thumped, and tears streamed down his face. He thought to himself that his life was finished.
The people who were cheering for Mu Liang also didn't expect the grand Young Master Liang to choose this ugly sword. They were all dumbfounded and didn't dare to believe it. But the result of the sword selection didn't shake their will to suck up to him.
"Uh, actually, this sword is beautiful on the outside and intelligent on the inside."
"Of course. I heard that treasures are self-concealing. Only Young Master Liang's all-seeing eyes can see through it."
"Maybe this sword is a god that was passed down from ancient times."
"Enough, stop sucking up. Young Master Liang has gone far."
Mu Liang absentmindedly walked into the distance. The more he thought about it, the more sullen he felt. Seeing an eyesore next to him, he blinked and the stone instantly turned into Xie Tian's appearance. He immediately raised the ugly sword and slashed at it.
"Fuck you, Xie Tian!"
Swish!
With just one slash, the six-meter wide stone was split into two. The cut was like a mirror.
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