Unlike the other swords in the Sword Tomb, this sword is suspended in the void. It looks ordinary, but the flowing breath tells that it is extraordinary.
"The Sword of the Destroyed King!"
Someone quickly recognized the sword.
Everyone's eyes reflected the sword, and their expressions were filled with excitement.
You know, sword tombs rarely come out, let alone the Sword of the King of Swords and the Destroyed King?
Rumor has it that the first sword in the Sword Tomb is the Sword of the Ruined King. For so many years, even the most powerful genius of the era has not been lucky enough to pull it away.
There is a rumor that the losers win the world!
This statement is very popular, but no one has confirmed it.
While everyone was still in a state of shock, a figure had already flown up and struck at the Sword of the Broken King!
"Feng Xianyin!"
"What? She is the genius Feng Xianyin from the Phoenix Clan who got pregnant out of wedlock?"
...
Ye Qingran and others never expected that the first person to attack the Sword of the Broken King would be Feng Xianyin!
Only Feng Xiaohuo frowned, clenched her fists, and said silently: "Mom, you have to work harder! Xiaohuo believes you can do it!"
When Ye Qingran heard Feng Xiaohuo say this, he suddenly remembered what Feng Xianyin said just now.
Does she have any wishes that she wants to fulfill?
Feng Xianyin's sudden appearance sparked a heated discussion.
Although I don't understand why she is so eager, everyone has witnessed Feng Xianyin's ability.
It can be said that currently, no one in the Feng clan is more talented than Feng Xianyin!
However, this woman was so rebellious and deviant, and even got pregnant out of wedlock at the age of sixteen, so many people in the Feng Clan were unwilling to mention her, and were even ashamed of her.
Feng Xianyin stood in front of the Sword of the Broken King, her entire expression changed.
He is no longer the enchanting and charming fairy, he is a completely different person in seriousness.
Feng Xianyin began to try to draw the sword. The moment she grasped the hilt of the Sword of the Broken King, the entire sword tomb trembled.
The process of drawing the sword lasted for a long time, so long that Feng Xiaohuo shed tears outside the sword tomb.
"Xiaohuo, why are you crying?" Xiaohu asked with concern.
Xiaochen frowned, seeming a little uncomfortable.
Feng Xiaohuo is such a positive and optimistic person, but at this moment, she is covering her mouth and crying secretly, not looking too sad.
"Because, I know, my mother can't pull out that sword..."
Feng Xiaohuo cried so sadly.
"But my mother has been waiting for this day for a long time. She wants to pull out the sword and fulfill a wish!"
Feng Xiaohuo's cries attracted pitiful looks from the people around her.
Ye Qingran knelt down, touched Feng Xiaohuo's face, and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
"Xiaohuo, your mother hasn't given up yet, how do you know she can't pull it out?"
"Because my mother said that not all things in this world are obtained by strength, but some are obtained by fate. Sometimes in life, there will be it, but in life there is no time, don't force it."
Ye Qingran understood.
Even if Feng Xianyin knew it, she still wouldn't be able to pass her test.
Even if you are destined to fail, you still have to give it a try.
In the sword tomb, Feng Xianyin persisted for a long time and finally spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Ah!" Feng Xianyin fell to the ground and screamed in despair.
At this time, a white handkerchief appeared in front of her. She looked along the hand and saw Ye Qingran's smiling face.
At that moment, she felt inexplicably calm.
"Thank you." Feng Xianyin thanked her, took the handkerchief, and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.
"Seven years. I've been waiting for him for seven years! He said he would come back to me. But he didn't."
A self-deprecating smile appeared on Feng Xianyin's face.
"I just want to know where he is now, and I just want to ask him why he broke his promise!"
"Then have you ever thought that he might have his own secrets?"
Feng Xianyin's eyes trembled. Of course she had thought about it, but she couldn't convince herself.
"Some things are better asked face to face, what do you think?"
"You are right, but he is not a mysterious person. Where can I find him?"
Ye Qingran pointed to the ruined King's Sword in front of him, "Maybe we can try it together."
Together?
Feng Xianyin stared, somewhat surprised.
"There's no rule that we can't be together, right?"
Feng Xianyin slowly shook her head, "That's not true."
The sword of the ruined king is completely black and looks ordinary, but in fact it exudes a frightening aura.
Ye Qingran didn't know whether he could pull out the Sword of the Destroyed King.
But at this time, she just wanted to give it a try and help a bunch of Feng Xianyin.
Maybe they just met each other by chance, without a deep friendship, and they weren't even considered friends.
However, what is interesting is that they have similar experiences and can resonate with each other on some levels.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you. I only found out who the child's father was not long ago."
Feng Xianyin's eyes widened, "Are you serious?"
"Why are you lying to me? You may not believe it when I tell you. It has only been about a year since I found my child." Ye Qingran pursed her lips, and there was a sourness in her heart. "In the past few years, I have been...
Absent."
Feng Xianyin bit her lip and suddenly felt that she was not so miserable.
At least, the two children were raised by her herself.
"Okay. Let's try it together!"
Feng Xianyin stood up, the two of them grasped the hilt of the sword one after another, and then began to try to draw the sword.
Outside the Sword Tomb, everyone was dumbfounded.
In all these years, I have never heard of anyone practicing drawing a sword.
"Is this really possible?"
"Let's take a look first and then talk..."
...
The moment he grasped the hilt of the sword, some strange and familiar scenes appeared in front of Ye Qingran's eyes.
It’s a strange world, but there are familiar people.
"Fu Hanxiu?"
Ye Qingran was shocked.
Those scenes were very real, but they were unprecedented in her memory.
For a moment, an ominous premonition came to my mind.
At this time, outside the Sword Tomb, several people in black cloaks were observing Ye Qingran's situation in the dark.
The person at the head is surprisingly the Saint of Wuji Hall, Luo Qingcheng!
"Saint, are we just going to let Ye Qingran do it? What if she pulls out the sword?"
Luo Qingcheng sneered from under the cloak, "Just her? Does she really think this sword of the ruined king is so easy to pull out?"