The night heron's voice clearly fell into the ears of everyone in the hall.
For a while, the sounds of sighs and regrets came one after another.
They all know that if they lose this opportunity, they will have to wait another year.
Ye Xiyue looked at the cyan light ball in her hand.
"Higher Huang Jie——Qingshui Sword!"
This is already the fourth high-level yellow-level spiritual weapon she has found here.
She felt that the first three were inappropriate, so she put them down.
And now... In fact, she is not very satisfied with it, but if she gives up even this, this trip will really come back empty-handed.
In her current situation, she really needs a spiritual weapon.
Otherwise, let's make do with it first...
Just as Ye Xiyue was thinking this, she suddenly felt a strange fluctuation coming from her dantian!
Her movements suddenly stopped and she felt the power carefully.
It seemed like...something was calling her!
Ye Xiyue looked around and followed the inexplicable call and walked inside.
At the end of this row of bookshelves, a small red light group was quietly floating on the bottom floor.
The light group looked no different from other light groups.
But Ye Xiyue can be sure that the fluctuations in her dantian are caused by this red light group!
She reached out her hand curiously.
However, when she was about to touch the red light group, she suddenly felt that there seemed to be an invisible force outside the light group, blocking her.
"Enchantment?"
Ye Xiyue opened her eyes wide in surprise.
Those light groups before had no boundaries!
this--
She gritted her teeth and leaned forward again!
That transparent barrier shattered silently!
Her hand held the red light ball in her hand without any hindrance!
The tentacles are hot!
Ye Xiyue looked at the red light group in surprise, and then saw the circle of light dissipating little by little, and the objects inside gradually revealed their original appearance.
This is a sword!
The scabbard of the sword was dark and dark, as if it had accumulated years, and it carried an indescribable pressure.
The hilt of the sword is made of black fine iron and is engraved with exquisite cloud patterns. It is slightly cool to the touch, thick and simple.
Ye Xiyue grabbed the scabbard of the sword with one hand, and the hilt of the sword with the other hand, and exerted force!
Zheng!
The sword sounds!
Ye Xiyue's eyes lit up!
This sword is about three feet long and two knuckles wide. It is red in color and extremely sharp!
With just one glance, she could confirm that this was an excellent sword!
This is it!
She looked at the bottom of the sword hilt, wanting to see what kind of sword it was and what level it was.
However, the bottom end is actually smooth and flat without any engravings.
"this--"
Ye Xiyue looked through the house again and again, but couldn't find any relevant content.
She frowned.
Strange...
All spiritual weapons will have their level marked on them after they are forged, but this one has nothing on it.
At this time, people in the hall had begun to leave one after another.
Ye Lu and others who were waiting outside began to count the number of people, and soon discovered that there was only one Ye Xiyue who did not come out.
Ye Lu frowned and shouted:
"Ye Xiyue! The second level is over! Come out immediately!"
Did she think that if she stayed in there for a while, she would be able to successfully identify the spiritual weapon as its owner?
Hearing this sound, Ye Xiyue turned around and planned to leave.
However, at this moment, the sword in her hand suddenly flew up automatically, and then cut a gash in her palm!
Blood gushed out instantly! Splattered on the red sword!
Then, three silver writings slowly appeared on the sword:
