After all, this is a heaven-level spiritual weapon, so it shouldn’t be that easy to recognize its owner, right?
Gu Huaizhi nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, you and this thing are very destined, maybe it can happen."
The Liu family is a large family, and the disciples in the family have countless treasures in their hands, but Ye Xiyue chose this one at once.
Somehow, it seemed that this opportunity was destined to happen early on.
Elder Xuanhai was worried that she was under pressure, so he quickly added: "Girl, it's okay even if you can't successfully recognize the owner. Anyway, this thing is in your hands, so you will make a profit no matter what?"
This is a straightforward statement, but it is also true.
The worst outcome is failure, but that is not a loss to Ye Xiyue.
It’s okay to give it a try.
Ye Xiyue nodded: "Okay. I'll try my best."
Gu Huaizhi looked at Shangguan Ning: "Ning'er, come to me."
Shangguan Ning is still in the state of her soul body now, so it is better to be cautious.
Shangguan Ning came behind him, held his hand, and stared at Ye Xiyue with a pair of beautiful eyes nervously.
At this time, several people had already vacated the middle position to facilitate Ye Xiyue's performance.
"Do you want to set up a barrier?" Shangguan Ning asked hesitantly, "This is a heaven-level spiritual weapon after all. It would be bad if there is too much movement and it attracts someone's attention."
Gu Huaizhi smiled at her reassuringly: "Don't worry, if the spiritual weapon can't recognize Xi'er as its master, there won't be any movement. And if it can, Xi'er will be its master, so it will naturally be more controllable."
Song Zheng also smiled: "That's right. And since the hunting competition, no one has come here, so don't worry. Besides, even if someone does notice it, what will happen? Have you forgotten that this is Lanling?"
Ye Xiyue is Xingyao's future princess, who dares to steal her things?
Ye Xiyue looked at the iron lock in her hand.
It is rectangular, with rust stains all over it. It is heavy in the hand and has considerable weight.
Could such an inconspicuous object really be a heaven-level spiritual weapon...
She held her breath and concentrated, and then injected a stream of spiritual power into it.
Soon, she noticed an obstacle, like an invisible barrier covering the iron lock.
No one is allowed to touch it.
Ye Xiyue's brows narrowed slightly, and another stream of spiritual power came out.
But the iron chain still didn't move.
It was quiet all around, except for the gentle breeze rustling the leaves.
Elder Xuanhai couldn't help but whispered: "Why, why is there no reaction at all?"
Song Zheng said: "After all, it is a heaven-level spiritual weapon, how could it be possible to recognize its owner so easily?"
Elder Xuanhai nodded: "Yes."
The waiting time always seems to be extremely difficult.
Ye Xiyue stood there, the iron lock lying quietly in her palm, still without any movement.
Only the fine beads of sweat gradually seeping out on her forehead showed that she was by no means as relaxed as she seemed at this moment.
She's still trying.
Shangguan Ning frowned lightly, but she was still a little worried.
She gently tugged on Gu Huaizhi's sleeve and whispered:
"Huaizhi, the pressure on the iron lock seems to be increasing!"
Gu Huai was stunned: "Really?"
Shangguan Ning nodded, looking a little solemn.
Several others were unable to detect the fluctuations in the iron lock, but she could.
Ever since Ye Xiyue tried to pour her spiritual power into it, the obscure and powerful aura was rising little by little!