"Your sword...can you let me have a look?" the other party said abruptly.

One sentence made Ning Xia sweat so much that her whole back became cold.

The topic...is finally here...

Ningxia knew that the other party would not summon her simply because of the night of Si Wuxing.

After all, for such a powerful person, on the eve of the sword competition, instead of taking charge of the overall situation, he took the time to meet with her, a small foundation-building monk. It must be an extremely important matter.

However, Ningxia didn't expect that the other person would ask Zhonghuan the question. This was the second biggest secret she kept in her heart. No one knew except her and Chonghuan herself.

Because, obviously, no one recognized Chonghuan after he turned into his true form. Everyone just regarded Chonghuan as an ordinary sword.

Chong Huan once told her that if he voluntarily transformed into his true form, he would be like a real sword and no one would be able to detect his abnormality. What happened afterward also proved this.

Neither Si Wuxing's detection magic weapon nor the greedy disciples noticed that the sword on Ningxia's waist was a living person, a member of the Li people's holy lineage.

After Zhong Huan died, the sword lost its soul and became an empty shell, completely becoming a real sword. It was even less likely that those people would be aware of the sword's former identity.

Could it be that this island owner is really so powerful that she can see through all the truth, and not even a flower or a leaf can escape her eyes?

But even so, no matter how unwilling she is, she has no ability to resist this powerful man. In front of him, she doesn't even have the qualifications to resist.

Ningxia suppressed the resistance in her heart, touched the hilt of the sword, and took off the sword hanging from her waist.

After Zhonghuan transformed into his true form, he had a scabbard. Ningxia was very familiar with his gorgeous hollow scabbard, which looked simple and heavy.

But that night, the night when Zhong Huanshen died, the scabbard hanging on his waist disappeared, leaving only the sword pendant that Ningxia had bought for him hanging empty on his waist.

Ning Xia suspected that the scabbard had turned into ashes that night along with Zhong Huan's soul. Otherwise, only the sword pendant would not have been left.

Recuperating in the yard these days, Ningxia couldn't find a suitable scabbard to go with this sword. He thought about it later when he went out. So he temporarily wrapped it with a cloth strip to prevent the sword from being bumped, which made it look a bit shabby.

She didn't know what the other party wanted to do with Zhong Huan. But she couldn't refuse, could she? She had no choice but to pull out Zhong Huan's sword and present it to the other party.

After Chonghuan passed away, this body became an empty shell, and the previous cracks were strangely repaired. When the spiritual power was introduced, a thin stream of spiritual power would emerge, a light red color, different from the previous green-gold color.

However, Ningxia checked it and found that the sword had become an ordinary sword. It no longer had the appeal it had before. The power probably disappeared with Chong Huan's soul. It really became an ordinary sword.

Already.

I hope this person has no interest in her ordinary sword. This is the last thought Chonghuan left for her, and she doesn't want to lose it so powerlessly.

Ning Xia tightened her palms on the sword and watched the other party take Zhong Huan over.

Then she saw the other party gently holding up the sword with his spiritual power. Dark red spiritual power came out from the gaps in the cloth strips. It was deeper, richer and more powerful than the red that burst out in Ningxia's hands.

It is very... beautiful. It clearly exudes dark red spiritual power, but it has a pure and holy beauty, without a trace of demonic nature. It looks as heavy as a stone, and seems to be able to kill all the evil spirits in this time.

It turned out that Zhong Huan was so powerful and such a good sword. In her hands, he was really wronged... it was difficult to use his power at all. Ningxia felt a little ashamed in her heart, and at the same time she was afraid that the other party had taken a liking to Zhong Huan.

After Mrs. Hongji used it, the cloth strips wrapped crookedly in Ningxia automatically loosened and fell to the ground, revealing the sharp sword blade.

Mrs. Hong Ji placed the sword flat on her knees, and gently brushed the long sword blade with her fingertips. The places she touched were illuminated by greenish-gold white light, and streams of unknown dark red gas peeled off from the sword body.

In the end, the entire sword exuded a greenish-gold color, just like before, with a holy and solemn color, just like the person Chonghuan.

"Okay. What a fool. He thought of such an idea. It's just nonsense. Fortunately, he knew some sense and didn't take it away together, otherwise it would have been difficult." Mrs. Hongji looked at the sword in her hand with satisfaction, with a look of helplessness on her face.

It also seemed like approval.

Who? Who is the fool?! Ningxia may have missed it. Who is the fool in Mrs. Hongji's mouth? What did she take away... Ningxia doesn't think the other party is talking about herself.

You must know that what she is holding is Zhong Huan's body, or to put it bluntly, it is probably Zhong Huan's body. You can imagine who she said this to.

Did the other party really recognize Zhong Huan's identity? Ning Xia felt that the amount of information contained in this paragraph was a little too much, and her mind was buzzing and confused at the moment.

"Don't worry, little baby, I've already fixed it for you. Really, you just left when you wanted to, but you still caused so many troubles and made yourself like this, even though it was just...well, just think of it as finishing this for him.

Just a matter of fact."

Now Ningxia can't even pretend to be stupid. These words are definitely referring to Zhonghuan. It is impossible to refer to anything else.

Ningxia felt a burst of ecstasy in her heart, and a little bit of hope arose in her heart. The words of the island owner seemed to be acquainted with Chong Huan. Let's go? Is Chong Huan still alive and where has he gone?

She thought a lot, and finally summoned up the courage to ask: "Island owner, do you know Zhong Huan?"

"No." She shook her head, shattering the little hope in Ningxia's heart.

Sure enough. That's right. How could a member of the Li clan's holy lineage in Zhonghuan know Mrs. Hongji? If they were related, how could they end up in this situation? Ningxia's mood suddenly became low.

"But I recognize this sword. His name is not Chonghuan."

"Is he still alive?"

"No." Mrs. Hong Ji shook her head again.

This section is really full of twists and turns, making Ningxia feel like riding a roller coaster, with highs and lows, hope, disappointment and despair, and a complete loss of temper.

"Chonghuan is the name of this sword. But this sword is really dead." The living person will never be Chonghuan.

Ning Xia lowered her head, unable to explain the feeling in her heart, so she could only face it in silence. There was really no hope at all.

"Chong Huan? It's really a good name."

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Who? Who is the fool?! Ningxia may have missed it. Who is the fool in Mrs. Hongji's mouth? What did she take away... Ningxia doesn't think the other party is talking about herself.

You must know that what she is holding is Zhong Huan's body, or to put it bluntly, it is probably Zhong Huan's body. You can imagine who she said this to.

Did the other party really recognize Zhong Huan's identity? Ning Xia felt that the amount of information contained in this paragraph was a little too much, and her mind was buzzing and confused at the moment.
Chapter completed!