Hao Si was almost convulsed with excitement, his hands were shaking uncontrollably, his eyes slowly wandered over several magical artifacts, and he hesitated for a long time before making a trembling choice.

Xing Ye looked at his useless look and couldn't help but frowned. This time, because of the presence of Mang Zhong's great-grandson and Jingzhe disciples, he specially gave the heaven-level magic weapon as a reward for the first and second place, both of which were under the Jue Kill sect.

Never favor one over the other.

Unexpectedly, the two of them met in advance, which made this thing cheaper.

"The first place, a foundation-building pill, a top-grade heaven-level magic weapon, a shadow." Zhenjun Xingye's unchanging voice sounded again. His eyes fell on Wei Lin, and he said slowly with a bit more softness.

: "As early as a year ago, your master proposed the Shadow Sword as the leader's reward for this competition, but I didn't expect that you actually took it away."

When all the senior officials heard this, they all showed surprised expressions. Although the Shadow Sword is also a low-grade heavenly weapon, it has gradually become spiritual. If the opportunity is right, it is unknown whether it will become a treasure. Its value is comparable to that of a high-grade heavenly weapon.

The magic weapon is still high.

After hearing this, I couldn't help but sigh at Jingzhe's good intentions. If he had asked for it directly, the pavilion master would not have refused, but this would inevitably cause dissatisfaction from others. Taking it away as a reward in the competition was a sign of his discipleship.

Ability also blocked everyone's mouth.

Facing the sword that might be promoted to a treasure, Wei Lin couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips. He suppressed his eager eyes to glance at the box. He saluted and said loudly: "This disciple will live up to his master, Pavilion Master."

High hopes!”

"Okay!" Xing Ye's voice was like a morning bell, and with a move of his hand, a long sword about three feet eight inches long and five inches wide flew out of the box and landed on his hand. He held the scabbard and turned it flat.

He held it up in front of Wei Lin: "Practice well."

"yes!"

Wei Lin stretched out his hands to catch the shadow and stared at it carefully. For a swordsman, there is nothing that can compare to a sword.

Xingye smiled even more and suggested: "Try it."

Wei Lin glanced at him, lowered his eyes to look at Zhaoying, held the hilt of the sword in his right hand, and slowly unsheathed the sword. In an instant, the brilliant orange light filled everyone's eyes, like a midsummer sunset, sparing no effort to shine.

Illuminate everything.

"It's so beautiful." Yunli couldn't help but admire her, taking a photo, the name seemed to fit her perfectly.

A faint smile appeared on the corners of Wei Lin's lips, and his fingers lightly touched the sharp sword body. His fingertips felt a slight pain for a moment, and a drop of blood appeared. His eyes were even more satisfied.

Unlike the light that warms people's hearts, the blade feels as cold as ice and snow to the touch, chilling to the bone.

Suddenly, the sword shook and flew out of his hand with a buzzing sound.

Everyone held their breath and stared at it without blinking. It was not common to see spiritual magical weapons.

Someone suddenly asked the person next to him in a low voice: "I didn't see any action from Senior Brother Qianjiu. Why did the Shadow Sword fly out of his hand?"

"It goes without saying that my senior brother is extremely talented and has been recognized by the Shadow Sword. I am anxious to recognize him as my master."

Their voices were very low, but now everyone was holding their breath and concentrating, and the monks' senses were far superior to those of ordinary people. Their voices were heard by everyone present.

Immediately, some people looked at Wei Lin with envy and jealousy. Some people are destined to be looked up to by everyone.

Wei Lin was slightly startled. He raised his head and stared at the shadow flying in the air. Is that so?

Uneasiness flashed through his heart. Just now, there seemed to be a trace of light coming from the Shadow Sword. Resistance?

Different from the envy and hatred of the young disciples who were in the Qi training period below, all the senior officials stood up one after another and looked at the Shadow Sword in surprise and stagnated in the air for a moment before falling to the ground.

At this time, even those foundation-building monks had strange expressions on their faces.

Jingzhe instantly appeared on the ring with an unclear expression. With a move of his hand, the shadow sword on the ground instantly appeared in front of Wei Lin. With the tip of his finger, a little white light entered Wei Lin's forehead: "This is the formula for sacrificing the life magic weapon. Now do it."

Sacrifice."

"Don't be so anxious." A voice as light as a mosquito's chirping sounded, and then Wei Lin felt the corner of his sleeve drop and turned his head. Yunli also entered the ring at some point and grabbed the corner of his sleeve. At this moment, she was raising her head.

He tilted his head and looked at Jingzhe, with an unnoticeable fear hidden deep in his apricot eyes.

Wei Lin was startled. He took a step forward and looked at his master. Because there were so many strange things about Ah Li, she always intentionally or unintentionally avoided contact with these true masters. It was unavoidable.

Sometimes, I also blend in with the crowd and try my best to reduce my sense of existence.

These actions were done unconsciously by her and she didn't even notice it. However, today she unexpectedly went out of her way and ran right in front of the Nascent Soul Stage True Lords.

As she practiced, she relied more and more on intuition. Thinking of the rejection of Shadow Sword just now, Wei Lin's uneasiness became more and more intense. He gently pulled the corner of his sleeve out of her hand. He nodded to Jingzhe and pinched out the complicated words with both hands.

The magic formula is constantly penetrated into the body of the Shadow Sword.

The first step of the sacrificial refining went smoothly, and he felt at ease. When the sacrificial refining formula in the sword was basically formed, he separated a ray of mind to force out a few drops of blood essence, and extracted a ray of spiritual consciousness to merge into the Shadow Sword.

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At this time, a sudden change occurred, and the originally quiet Shadow Sword began to vibrate again. It was caught off guard and soared into the sky, avoiding the blood essence and consciousness that wanted to merge.

The sacrifice was interrupted, and Wei Lin immediately vomited out a mouthful of blood, but he couldn't care about it at the moment, his eyes were blank and confused.

Silence, deathly silence.

In the arena where more than 50,000 people gathered, there was complete silence, and you could hear a pin drop.

The low-level monks didn't understand why, but the high-level monks couldn't believe their eyes, double spiritual roots, and a swordsman genius with almost full purity, but he was rejected by the Shadow Sword!

How is this possible?!

Generally speaking, the recognition of the master by a magic weapon is the recognition of its talent. The more powerful the magic weapon, the higher the requirements for the master's talent. Although the Shadow Sword is only a low-grade heaven-level magic weapon, it has begun to take shape.

Knowledge, it is foreseeable that it has high demands on its owner.

It's just that Qianjiu already has the full value of the dual spirit roots of fire and wood. It is said that his talent is so high that it is rare. Let alone the heaven level, even treasures and Taoist weapons should not be a problem. How could the Shadow Sword reject him?

?

The monks above the Foundation Establishment stage who had already refined their natal magic weapon looked at each other in confusion. Someone whispered: "Is it possible that Junior Brother Qianjiu's talent is so high that the Shadow Sword puts him to shame and feels unworthy?"

This may sound absurd at first glance, but it is not impossible if you think about it carefully. Everyone's eyes are once again eager. He has unprecedented qualifications that can put even heaven-level magic weapons to shame.

The senior officials of Canye Pavilion are not so optimistic. The weapon is not a spiritual pet. No matter how spiritual it is, it can be smarter than a spiritual pet. They will reject people who are not qualified, but they will never have such complex emotions as feeling ashamed.

Xingye exchanged glances with several of his right-hand men, then took out a few magical weapons, ranging from yellow-level to heaven-level ones, and said, "Try these."

Wei Lin's fingers were trembling a little. He closed his eyes. When he opened them again, all the confusion was suppressed. He steadily typed out each of the sacrificial techniques. Once again, he was rejected at the last step. His long eyelashes trembled slightly and he faced

Another magic weapon quickly fired the sacrificial magic formula, but desperately, it failed again.

Now, even the group of monks who were in the early stage of Qi training and knew nothing about the sacrifice of their natal magic weapon knew that something was wrong. The crowd was in a commotion and discussing in low voices.

Yunli couldn't hear the discussion below. She stared at Wei Lin who was making frantic gestures. Her heart was filled with fear. She didn't know what would happen or why, but fear arose from deep in her heart, like darkness.

In the night, there was a weak candle lamp. Now the strong wind was blowing, and the tiny flame was blown around and was about to be extinguished.

Several Nascent Soul masters stopped transmitting messages, and Jingzhe raised his hand to stop Wei Lin from making secrets. He looked pitiful and sighed softly. Mang Zhong on the side looked incomprehensible and said: "Tell him, this kind of thing can't be kept secret."

Can’t live.”

Jingzhe's eyes turned cold and she took a deep look at him. She lowered her eyes and looked at Wei Lin. Her throat was a little dry. She pursed her lips and said, "You have no destiny."

Buzz——

Wei Lin's mind went blank. He saw Jingzhe's thin lips opening and closing, but could not hear what he was saying.
Chapter completed!