Withdrawing her red martial spirit, "It seems it's time to find out what kind of fighting spirit I am." Murong Wuxin put on a black cloak, and her whole body was shrouded in black cloth, because her yard was in the most remote place.
, it is only separated from the street by a wall, which makes it easier for her to do things.
After jumping over the wall with a slight leap, Murong Wuxin couldn't help but sigh, "No wonder everyone in the world says that once you step into the ranks of cultivators, you are completely different from ordinary people! He flew towards the War Spirit Hall.
War spirits, the natal weapons that each practitioner is born with, are different, and of course have different strengths and weaknesses.
If your battle spirit is strong enough, it is not impossible to challenge a higher level. If it is a weak battle spirit, you are destined to never accomplish anything in your life! The strong are respected, this is an eternal law!
Standing in front of the Soul-Searching Hall, four ivory-white stone pillars rise from the ground, and the solitary crystal top blooms with colorful brilliance under the sunlight, giving people a sacred illusion.
People of all kinds were coming in and out of the door. When she walked into the main hall, a curvaceous and enchanting woman walked towards her, "My little friend, do you need anything?"
The attitude of being neither humble nor arrogant made Murong Wuxin's attitude towards this situation rise to a new level, "I'm here to test the fighting spirit."
The crowd began to get confused.
"Looking at his figure, he shouldn't be very young, right?"
"What kind of trouble does a child come to!"
"Could he be from a big family?"
...
Murong Wuxin just stood there quietly, as if the person they were talking about had nothing to do with him.
"Okay, please follow me." She led Murong Wuxin to a dark stone plate, "Put your hand on the stone plate, and then release your martial energy."
Murong Wuxin was slightly stunned. The red martial energy appeared in his palm, and a row of words slowly appeared on the stone plate:
"Murong Wuxin, eight years old, fighting spirit: Jiaoweiqin strength: unknown."
The crowd instantly became excited again,
"Unknown level, what's going on??"
"Murong, the Murong family?! The fifth young lady who was born as a concubine seems to be eight years old. It can't be her, right?"
"Why is there a war spirit that belongs to Qin? Is this considered a weapon?"
.....Yunyun
Murong Wuxin frowned. It turns out that the names on this stone plate will also appear. It seems that news will soon reach Murong's family. One wave after another!
"Miss Murong, as long as you gather all the spiritual energy in your body in one place, you can conjure up a fighting spirit." The charming woman was shocked for a while, but she soon recovered and looked at Murong Wuxin, with a flash of expectation in her eyes.
It seems that this unknown war spirit has probably never appeared before!
Murong Wuxin responded calmly, then said goodbye and left. The crowd was a little disappointed, it seemed that everyone wanted to meet this war spirit whose evaluation was unknown.
Facts have proved that the power of public opinion is huge. When Murong Wuxin returned to the room, a guard immediately came to tell her that the head of the Murong family asked her to go to the hall.