Chapter 537
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Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh …
As Zhen Xiaoxiao meditated, the originally silent "starry sky" began to ripple.
Before this year's Elixir Beast Competition, Lian Zizhuo had placed a War Snow Blade in the Dao Spirit Wood of the Spiritual Gate.
This blade was the weapon that made Mo Lixue famous. Although its quality was not the best, it was one of the Dharma treasures that had accompanied Lixue's Master the longest.
It was especially sensitive to the aura of its former master's blade intent and orthodoxy.
Especially through the connection between the Dao Spirit Wood and the challenger's will, any disciple who inherited the demonic blade would resonate with the War Snow Blade when they chose a weapon here.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh …
Countless streaks of light that resembled shooting stars rapidly approached Zhen Xiaoxiao's location, accompanied by the sound of the wind.
The light and shadows that they moved swiftly seemed to carry a kind of joy of choosing a good master.
So many!
Lian Zizhuo blinked his eyes. Zhen Xiaoxiao had arrived too late. Those high level Dharma treasures that were most susceptible to the cultivator's aura had already been chosen. He did not expect that Zhen Xiaoxiao would be so popular the moment she arrived.
When he looked again, Lian Zizhuo's smile that had not completely climbed up the corners of his mouth quickly shattered in the wind.
What … what the hell was all this?
Flick of the blade! Stab of the palm! Snake-shaped dagger!
Bone weapon! Venom cave! Assassination poison dart!
There was an endless stream of Dharma treasures flying over, densely packed … all of them were unorthodox weapons that did not have the slightest bit of Awe-Inspiring Spirit!
Zhen Xiaoxiao!
You must be a Fiendish Cultivator!
Choose me! Choose me! Choose me!
If the Dharma treasures could open their mouths to speak, what reverberated in Zhen Xiaoxiao's ears would be extremely lively shouts and the sound of self-promotion.
This was because these mischievous artifacts, which had been neglected in the Spiritual Gate for many cycles of sixty years, had finally found a mischievous master that they felt extremely close to after a long period of hibernation.
Uh …
At this moment, Zhen Xiaoxiao was also a little embarrassed.
She scratched her head in embarrassment, but did not reach out to take one of them.
Wait, wait a little more!
Just now, she had only moved her mind slightly, and it had already attracted countless Dharma treasures. But since there was only one chance to choose a weapon, and it was related to the competition later on. He couldn't be careless about this!
Blinking his eyes, he found that most of the lively guys in front of him were middle-grade magic treasures. Zhen Xiaoxiao took a deep breath, and his divine sense continued to expand and wander in the Dao Spirit Wood space.
Comprehension of techniques?
The most profound was naturally his saber technique. Especially when her Master grabbed a stone on the snow-capped peak and slashed at the sky, it seemed to have divided her life into two different shores.
One was naive, romantic, and unrestrained; the other had endless curiosity and desire for the vast world of Cultivators.
But she did not intend to seek a knife here.
With Cen Yuanqing being taken away by Lian Zizhuo like a chicken for no reason, Zhen Xiaoxiao was 100% sure that once he wielded his saber again, he would definitely expose himself!
No knife, no knife, no knife!
Although this was what he thought, the Dao Spirit Wood was a source seeking spirit wood. It still managed to detect the saber intent that Zhen Xiaoxiao was trying to hide!
In the darkness, a frozen saber floated.
If it was seen by the world, they would never associate it with a Fiendish Cultivator, because it was too amazing!
The silver half-moon-like blade was so domineering that it was not hidden at all.
Although it seemed to be asleep, the blade still emitted a strong force. Within a radius of a thousand meters, no Dharma treasure dared to approach it.
Therefore, the blade …
It had once followed the Snow Swordsman to slaughter the Shadow Sect, and witnessed the epic legend of a hero in a dangerous place, who immediately became a demon and stepped into the realm of Soul Formation.
The human turned into a god, and the saber had a spirit.
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