As the door of the sword pavilion opened, everyone present heard a clear and violent sound of swords.

The sound of the sword was loud and loud, and once it spread, it instantly made everyone's ears and eyes clear.

The heavy door opened, and before everyone could see the real scenery inside the sword pavilion, they saw a curl of cold mist overflowing from the door.

When the elder of Jiange saw the cold mist, his expression changed instantly, and he immediately shouted loudly: "Get away quickly!"

The people present were not idle people. As soon as the Jiange elder finished speaking, the monks near the gate quickly retreated with lightning speed.

But at this time, many people were crowded at the entrance of Jiange to watch the excitement. When there were more people, there was less room to retreat. Several people tripped over the people behind and were unable to retreat. Unfortunately, they were caught by the overflowing white mist.

submerged.

The next second, several screams sounded one after another. When everyone looked closely, they found that the few people who had been exposed to the cold mist had turned into several crystal clear humanoid ice sculptures!

One of them was lucky enough to have only one arm frozen. He rolled and crawled out of the cold fog, so that he didn't end up like the others.

What a powerful aura!

Everyone recognized that this cold mist was actually a high-concentration spiritual mist condensed by ice spiritual energy, which was why the lethality was so strong. They looked at the cold mist that gradually dissipated in shock, and faced the Fushuang Sword.

There is a new and intuitive understanding of the power of the game.

As long as the frozen people are thawed and rescued in time, they can still survive. Elder Jiange frowned and asked people to carry the unlucky ones down, and briefly explained the situation to everyone:

"The seal on the Fushuang Sword is very unstable, causing the power in the Fushuang Sword to escape. Fellow Taoists must be careful when entering the pavilion, and remember not to touch the spiritual mist around the Fushuang Sword."

Some of the monks nodded with lingering fear, but others' eyes flashed with light.

The power of the Frost Sword is visible to the naked eye. If this rare artifact falls into their hands, it will definitely be a huge help!

Besides, there are thirteen monks entering the Sword Pavilion, and with a probability of one out of thirteen, this kind of good thing might happen to them?

Thinking of this, they looked at the open door of the sword pavilion and began to feel eager to try.

After the cold fog dissipated, they immediately began to compete for the order to enter the sword pavilion. After all, the earlier they entered, the greater the probability of getting the Shushuang Sword.

Xie Wanyou was a little further away from the gate because she had just been squeezed, and ended up third from the bottom in line.

Xie Wanyou didn't feel angry at all. Anyway, she had no intention of using the Shuangshuang Sword, which was a troublesome artifact at first glance. She could take it to whomever she wanted. All she had to do was get her natal sword.

She looked to the side and saw that the Master of Fushuang Sword was about to appear, and indeed the disciples of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect were also coming.

Thousands of years ago, the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect predicted that there would be a catastrophe in the world of cultivation. Since then, Buddhist disciples of all generations have taken on the responsibility of guarding the Fushuang Sword and assisting the master of the Fushuang Sword.

The Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect has been waiting for so long, and the legendary Master of the Fushuang Sword is finally about to appear. I don’t know how this Buddhist disciple who is about to fulfill his mission feels now.

Xie Wanyou only glanced at it and then withdrew his gaze.

However, Fozi was keenly aware of her gaze for a moment, and slightly raised his originally lowered eyes.

But all he saw was Xie Wanyou's calm profile.

Fozi didn't know what she meant by that glance just now, but because of this glance, some past events that should have been forgotten came to mind inexplicably.

"Master, you are a monk. Why do monks still have hair?"

"Master, you advised me not to do evil things, but if I don't do evil things, how can I survive surrounded by wolves?"

"Be a good person? I don't know how. Master, why don't you help me with your own life and teach me how to be a good person?"

Fozi stopped himself from recalling Xie Wanyou's demeanor and behavior at that time. The fingers in his sleeves moved slightly, twisting the Buddhist beads bracelet on his wrist one by one, and silently recited "Amitabha" in his heart.

At this time, the first monk entered the sword pavilion. Fozi forced himself to turn his attention to the sword pavilion, deliberately avoiding Xie Wanyou's figure.

The first monk goes in

Finally, the monks outside the sword pavilion began to discuss the candidate for the master of Fushuang Sword.

"There are only thirteen people in total. It's easy to guess. Since they are the masters of the Fushuang Sword, they must be able to control the Fushuang Sword. Among these thirteen people, the one with the highest cultivation level is Chang Xiu, who ranks fourth from the bottom.

Jin, he is now in the middle stage of becoming a god, and he is more likely to be in the Nascent Soul stage than other Nascent Soul stages."

"No wonder Chang Xiujin is not in a hurry and queues slowly. It turns out that he has this kind of confidence."

"I don't think it's him. After all, the Fushuang Sword is a rare artifact in the world. Can ordinary people control it? At least it must be a master-level power to exert the full power of the Fushuang Sword... In my opinion,

Master Fushuang Sword might not be among these thirteen people at all."

There were a lot of comments like this, and the scene became more and more lively as the first monk who entered came back with a seventh-grade sword.

"One has been eliminated!"

"Another person came in, Gu Yifeng, the chief disciple of the Red Cloud Sword Sect, is he him?"

"No, no, the next one -"

However, when five or six people entered in a row, none of the natal swords they received were Fushuang Swords. The monks onlookers began to become anxious. They stretched their necks one by one and stared at the door of the sword pavilion.

In the blink of an eye, it was the turn of the last five people at the end of the team, and the Fushuang Sword in the sword pavilion remained motionless.

Even the faces of the elders of Jiange showed a faint look of anxiety, but the Buddha's face was as dark as water and remained unmoved.

The fifth-to-last monk failed to trigger the Fushuang Sword and walked out with another chicken sword. The next person to enter the sword pavilion was the most favored monk in the middle stage of divine transformation, Chang Xiujin.

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Chang Xiujin was obviously very confident. He faced the envious gazes of everyone and calmly smoothed the wrinkles on his clothes before he stepped up and stepped into the sword pavilion unhurriedly.

His goal was very clear. As soon as he entered the sword pavilion, he walked straight towards the Fushuang Sword located in the center of the sword array.

The Fushuang Sword hung above the formation's eye, surrounded by thick cold mist. As soon as Chang Xiujin saw the cold mist, he thought of those people who had been frozen into ice sculptures just now. He couldn't help but swallowed his saliva, and subconsciously felt something.

To withdraw.

But then he thought about it, there were only five monks left who could enter the sword pavilion, and the other four were all worse in cultivation than him. It was impossible for Fushuangjian to recognize the monks at the Nascent Soul stage as its master, right?

With such thoughts in mind, Chang Xiujin was full of confidence in himself. He stared closely at the Fushuang Sword that exuded strong spiritual energy, calmed down, and firmly stretched out his hand towards it.

At this moment, Chang Xiujin already regarded it as something in the palm of his hand.

But the moment his fingers touched the cold mist, something changed suddenly——

The Fushuang Sword suddenly burst out with a force of repulsion, so fast that Chang Xiujin had no time to react to resist, and was directly knocked away.

Chang Xiujin was hit by this force and flew ten meters away. When he got up again, blood gushed out from his mouth and nose.

People outside the Jiange were not sure why, and noticed that Fushuang Sword had moved strangely. They thought Chang Xiujin had really been recognized by Fushuang Sword, and the crowd immediately started making noises.

The strange thing is that the elder of Jiange did not show a different look, but just raised his hand to wave. The onlookers were confused at first. It was not until they saw Chang Xiujin being carried out miserably that they realized that they wanted to

Forked.

The Master of Fushuang Sword is actually not the most powerful Chang Xiujin, so who is it?

Just when everyone was wondering, Xie Wanyou, who was third from the bottom, walked out of the team and stepped into the gate of Jiange.

Everyone looked at her back and the discussion became quieter:

"Didn't she have a natal sword? Why did she enter the sword pavilion again?"

"I don't know. The sword she used at the Fair of Immortals doesn't seem to be her natal sword. After all, she escaped from the Demon Realm. It's probably broken."

"Do you think it's possible that she is the Master of Fushuang Sword...Isn't it possible? Do you still remember her previous virtues in the world of cultivation, just her?"

"Haha, even if you say that the sword master is Mu Canling, it's fine. Xie Wanyou couldn't trigger the Fushuang Sword the first time he came to the sword pavilion, and it certainly won't be possible this time."

Amidst these whispers, Xie Wanyou calmly stepped into the sword pavilion,

Xie Wanyouyi

Entering the sword pavilion, she felt that the touch under her feet became hard. She squinted her eyes and looked at the soles of her feet.

The light in the sword pavilion was not very bright, but with her eyesight, it was not a problem to see clearly the environment inside the sword pavilion.

In order to suppress the Fushuang Sword, all the swords in the sword pavilion were arranged in a certain formation order, forming a circle as a whole, and the Fushuang Sword was at the center of the circle.

Each sword is stuck on the ground in various postures. Their destined master has not yet appeared. Each sword is still in a dusty state, and the sword body seems to be covered with a layer of gray and dull.

Compared with these swords, the Fushuang Sword located in the center of the sword array seems particularly mysterious.

The blade of the sword is bright, as white and flawless as snow that has not melted for thousands of years. The lines are sharp, and it is as new as if it had just been born from the swordsmith's furnace. The whole sword is shining with light, and the whole body is even more shining, and it is very beautiful.

For the style of the artifact.

Beautiful, so beautiful.

This was Xie Wanyou's first thought.

In terms of appearance, this sword undoubtedly hit Xie Wanyou’s aesthetic point perfectly.

For a sword cultivator, it is impossible not to be moved when seeing such a top-quality sword. However, Xie Wanyou also knows herself. She is currently only in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, and cannot even reach the threshold for using a divine weapon.

It's a pity that such a beautiful sword is not hers.

Xie Wanyou sighed, stopped looking at Fushuang Sword, and silently began to sense his natal sword.

It was a very mysterious feeling. Xie Wanyou didn't know how to describe it. If I had to say it, she was like a lonely boat floating on the sea, and the existence of the natal sword was similar to an invisible lighthouse.

Although she couldn't see the lighthouse, she could sense its location.

Moreover, there will be a vague connection between her and the lighthouse, which is the so-called "resonance".

Xie Wanyou successfully sensed the existence of his natal sword and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
To be continued...