"Uh..." Jun Yimo couldn't expect that he would ask himself some problems, but it was really unreasonable to not be able to do his true identity.

"Okay, I'll try again!"

"Momo, we have been here before, but there is nothing! Don't tell me, the Jingtian Sword is not on the fifth floor, but on the first floor!" Linghu Hongyan was also checking carefully, and couldn't help but mutter.

"Nonsense, otherwise what are we doing here? You have already reminded you that you have been here. If you can't find it, you can stay silent all the time in the future!" Jun Yimo actually threw the problem directly to him and said unhappy.

"Ah?" Linghu Hongyan looked at her in surprise. What is this and what is it?

But Jun Yimo no longer gave him a chance to speak, and he had already started looking for it on his own.

In the empty hall, where is there any place where long swords exist?

She jumped up and flew to the beam above the roof. Unfortunately, there was nothing but beams.

In the end, she had to focus her eyes on the word at the front of the hall, which was also the word she admired when she first came in.

The two big words "Ximu" are so vivid and vigorous in front of her.

She looked at it quietly and looked through her spiritual consciousness. Is there any hidden place behind this character?

But the result still disappointed her.

Mo Lingjue stood beside her and looked at her gaze. He saw a flash of light in his dark eyes.

"Do you think this word wood looks like a sword?" His eyes did not look at her, but still stared at the word wood, as if he was talking to himself.

Jun Yimo's eyes sterned and he focused on the word. After he reminded him, he became more and more like him.

"Jingtian, come and see if it's in this word?"

"Oh, it took me so long to realize that I'm really stupid. OK, okay, I won't tease you anymore!" As he said that, Jingtian suddenly flew out, like a stream of light shot directly into the word.

At the same time, it was also at this moment that a blue-blue sword emerged from the word "未分" and floated to Jun Yimo.

"Huh? This is the Jingtian Sword?" Linghu Hongyan seemed to be afraid that the world would not be in chaos.

Jun Yimo had already put the long sword into her Wind Ring as soon as possible, so that others would not have the chance to covet it.

"No one thinks you are mute if you don't speak!"

"Yeah, but you have to let me see what this Jingtian Sword looks like, right? Although I have been in vain, at least I can see the way this national holy object Jingtian Sword looks like, right? Momo, you are not so cruel, are you?" Linghu Hongyan looked at her sadly, looking like a young wife who was wronged, which was really inconsistent with his feminine face.

She glanced at him coldly, not bewitched by his appearance at all, "Let's talk about it when you go out! Besides, I didn't let you follow me!"

"You're talking a little too much!" Mo Lingjue coldly reminded Linghu Hongyan, and the dark silver mask revealed an indescribable coldness.

"Hmph, it's really not interesting to bully one! Just go out!"

The three of them were ready to leave Ximu Pavilion, but there was a disharmonious voice behind them.

"Hey, did you take the Jingtian Sword? Didn't you say you didn't get it? I didn't expect that the spiritual cultivator would still be so lie!" The person who spoke was a playboy from a certain aristocratic family in Ximu Kingdom. He was usually accused of being arrogant, so he was naturally a little ignorant of the world.

Jun Yimo stopped and turned around and glanced at the man coldly, "It's all your business!" "Uh..." Jun Yimo couldn't expect that he would ask himself some problems, but it was really unreasonable to not be able to be his true identity.

"Okay, I'll try again!"

"Momo, we have been here before, but there is nothing! Don't tell me, the Jingtian Sword is not on the fifth floor, but on the first floor!" Linghu Hongyan was also checking carefully, and couldn't help but mutter.

"Nonsense, otherwise what are we doing here? You have already reminded you that you have been here. If you can't find it, you can stay silent all the time in the future!" Jun Yimo actually threw the problem directly to him and said unhappy.

"Ah?" Linghu Hongyan looked at her in surprise. What is this and what is it?

But Jun Yimo no longer gave him a chance to speak, and he had already started looking for it on his own.

In the empty hall, where is there any place where long swords exist?

She jumped up and flew to the beam above the roof. Unfortunately, there was nothing but beams.

In the end, she had to focus her eyes on the word at the front of the hall, which was also the word she admired when she first came in.

The two big words "Ximu" are so vivid and vigorous in front of her.

She looked at it quietly and looked through her spiritual consciousness. Is there any hidden place behind this character?

But the result still disappointed her.

Mo Lingjue stood beside her and looked at her gaze. He saw a flash of light in his dark eyes.

"Do you think this word wood looks like a sword?" His eyes did not look at her, but still stared at the word wood, as if he was talking to himself.

Jun Yimo's eyes sterned and he focused on the word. After he reminded him, he became more and more like him.

"Jingtian, come and see if it's in this word?"

"Oh, it took me so long to realize that I'm really stupid. OK, okay, I won't tease you anymore!" As he said that, Jingtian suddenly flew out, like a stream of light shot directly into the word.

At the same time, it was also at this moment that a blue-blue sword emerged from the word "未分" and floated to Jun Yimo.

"Huh? This is the Jingtian Sword?" Linghu Hongyan seemed to be afraid that the world would not be in chaos.

Jun Yimo had already put the long sword into her Wind Ring as soon as possible, so that others would not have the chance to covet it.

"No one thinks you are mute if you don't speak!"

"Yeah, but you have to let me see what this Jingtian Sword looks like, right? Although I have been in vain, at least I can see the way this national holy object Jingtian Sword looks like, right? Momo, you are not so cruel, are you?" Linghu Hongyan looked at her sadly, looking like a young wife who was wronged, which was really inconsistent with his feminine face.

She glanced at him coldly, not bewitched by his appearance at all, "Let's talk about it when you go out! Besides, I didn't let you follow me!"

"You're talking a little too much!" Mo Lingjue coldly reminded Linghu Hongyan, and the dark silver mask revealed an indescribable coldness.

"Hmph, it's really not interesting to bully one! Just go out!"

The three of them were ready to leave Ximu Pavilion, but there was a disharmonious voice behind them.

"Hey, did you take the Jingtian Sword? Didn't you say you didn't get it? I didn't expect that the spiritual cultivator would still be so lie!" The person who spoke was a playboy from a certain aristocratic family in Ximu Kingdom. He was usually accused of being arrogant, so he was naturally a little ignorant of the world.

Jun Yimo stopped and turned around and glanced at the man coldly, "It's all your business!"
Chapter completed!