"Hasn't this sword disappeared for thousands of years?"
"It really looks like the legendary Qian Jiangyue!"
"Brother, pull it out quickly and have a look!"
Han Shanzi's fingertips were shaking a little, and he reached out to draw the sword. Unexpectedly, the sword seemed to be welded to the scabbard and could not be pulled out at all.
Not giving up, several others also tried to pull it out, but the sword remained motionless.
Han Shanzi shook his head and sighed: "If it is really Qianjiangyue, then it is already a divine weapon and has already channeled spirits. Unless its destined owner can pull it out."
His eyes fell on Wu Jiuzi again and he looked her up and down a few times: "Jiuzi, can you control it?"
Wu Jiuzi didn't expect that this sword was actually a divine weapon. Judging from the reactions of these people, it seemed that he had a good background. He was actually its destined master?
Before she could speak, the sword suddenly buzzed in Han Shanzi's hand, the silver-white light flashed, and in the blink of an eye it had automatically flown into Wu Jiuzi's hand.
There was a low sound, and the sword was automatically unsheathed half an inch. The blade of the sword was as soft and shiny as the moonlight, making Wu Jiuzi's face shine like bright moonlight...
"It is indeed Qianjiangyue!" Han Shanzi sighed.
Looking at Wu Jiuzi, his eyes almost sparkled with gold: "Jiuzi, even Qian Jiangyue recognizes you as his master. It shows that I have a very good vision. There is no one with your qualifications. I am afraid that only the priest Fengjian can do it."
Matches you..."
Wu Jiuzi shuddered, excited by his "match"!
Han Shanzi also discovered his slip of the tongue in time: "I said it wrong, it was rivalry, rivalry..."
Whether it's a match or a rivalry, she doesn't want to be that priest's cannon fodder junior sister!
Wu Jiuzi paused and quickly organized the words in his mind: "A sword can't mean anything, maybe it's just that our magnetic fields match. Jiuzi doesn't want to be a disciple of the three protectors, so he asks the three protectors
Complete!"
There are actually people who don’t want to worship the three respected Dharma protectors as their teachers!
Everyone opened their eyes wide and looked at Wu Jiuzi in disbelief, thinking that she was probably crazy with joy, her head was soaked in sea water, or maybe she was overly pretentious...
Jun Ziqian also frowned and looked at Wu Jiuzi without saying a word.
He was actually rejected in public!
Han Shanzi's face also looked a little ugly.
Ever since the Jiuhua Sect opened its doors to accept disciples, only the master has refused to accept a disciple, and no disciple has ever refused the master. Wu Jiuzi has set a precedent!
"Could it be that—Miss Jiuzi thinks that our Jiuhuamen Temple can't accommodate you? Then what are you doing here?" Han Shanzi's face darkened.
"No, Jiuzi has always admired Jiuhuamen. It is Jiuzi's blessing to be able to worship at Jiuhuamen. It's just that Jiuzi has always been fair and feels that he is not worthy enough to worship under the three protectors. Jiuzi is willing to worship seven of them.
One of the priests is my master, and I ask the venerable protector to help me." Wu Jiuzi's voice was loud and he bowed deeply to the three protectors.
Her words made Han Shanzi look much better: "Then, whose disciple do you want to be?"
Wu Jiuzi's eyes swept across the seven priests, and finally settled on Priest Liu Xiang: "Jiu Zi is willing to worship..."
"Since a girl with good qualifications voluntarily worships the priest as her teacher, let me accept her." Suddenly, a cold word came from the sky, cutting off Wu Jiuzi's words.
The voice was clear and ethereal, flowing down like a line of ice springs and echoing in the air.