Lin Zhan felt that he had to find a powerful assistant at this moment.

"Little Heihei...Little Heihei..."

Although the ink sword cannot be revealed for the time being, it should be okay to communicate with the sword spirit.

But after communicating for a long time, Xiao Heihei felt as if he had fallen into the deep sea, without any response.

"Ahem, it must be because of so many old seniors outside, he was scared..."

There is also Xiao Hei. Can he wake up at this time? Because after all, the sword spirit is also an old antique. Lin Zhan’s spiritual consciousness enters the nine-star space, but he is a little disappointed. At this critical moment, Xiao Hei is still sleeping...

This, it seems to be in a dilemma.

"Who are you?" Lin Zhan simply sat down. There was still time, so he decided to calm down first and find a solution slowly.

"What's wrong? Are you going to give up? I just said you can't succeed. You should take away a suitable one according to your own strength." The young man in white actually sat on the ground opposite Lin Zhan, picked up a small stone and drew it casually on the ground, "The many wishes in this world may not be achieved."

Helplessly, the other party did not reveal his identity, and Lin Zhan had no idea.

But depending on the situation, this is not the enemy.

And when he sat down, the trembling and low whispers of the long swords began to rise and fall again, but he no longer had the experience of the sword crying.

"I don't necessarily want to achieve all wishes, but if I don't try hard, how can I make it clear? And I decided to start trying..."

As he said that, Lin Zhan jumped up and walked towards the area of ​​Burial Sword Valley. He wanted to start the trial from the most difficult place!

"If I can't take everything away, then I'll try to take more of it. It seems that there is no rule that a person can only choose one sword!"

This time, Lin Zhanqian was making a quick progress and he was about to start to seize the time.

The young man in white also stood up and followed Lin Zhan, his body movements became more elegant and light.

"I said you don't choose your sword, why do you follow me?" Lin Zhan decided not to care about him. This man seemed to be idle and started to be a little strange.

When you enter the Burial Sword Valley, there seems to be much fewer swords here.

"It seems that they are all great swords. If they can be taken away, they will be rich!" Lin Zhan observed for a while, and then secretly ecstatic.

Each sword was inserted upside down on the ground, vertically straight, and seemed to occupy a small area, not invading each other, with its own majesty, like a king in the sword. This natural sword energy can be felt even if Lin Zhan is still a junior rookie in the cultivation world.

"There is no sword aura that Fang Daguang said. It must be my luck!" Lin Zhan thought to himself, his body was approaching one of the swords.

Moreover, after Lin Zhan approached, he immediately obtained the message of this sword: Blood-crying Sword!

It was made by the master of the sword making master, using the Fiery Sun Wood as the sword body, and sacrificed the blood of several kinds of spiritual beasts, and refined it.

The blood-crying sword, the sword body trembled slightly, and it seemed that it did not resist Lin Zhan's approach, but instead had a sense of intimacy.

This made the young man in white look contemptuous: "What kind of broken sword is not strong at all!"

Lin Zhan looked back at him and smiled and said, "I said, "Brother, you don't mind watching the fun. There is a spirit in the sword, which means he likes me!"

Lin Zhan stretched out his left hand and grabbed the hilt of the sword nervously.

At this moment of contact, it was like an electric shock, and there was a sensation of resistance.
Chapter completed!