Sang thought he had just broken the contract and was in a better mood.

The other cultivators of the Sword Sect finally don’t have to worry. A female cultivator who has disturbed the Tianxuan Immortal Sect and harmed them for the past thousand years cannot just go so depressed and sink into despair.

Originally, the appearance did not meet everyone's imagination. If they went back with a sad face and were about to cry, the disciples in the sect would think that they had done to her.

The closer he got to the Ten Thousand Sword Guiyi Immortal Sword Sect (hereinafter referred to as Guiyi Sword Sect), the closer he found that the temperament of the monk Lai Wan was to the sword cultivator.

It is an invisible energy, not the so-called sword energy, but a unique style formed by long-term influence of sword energy.

Sang couldn't help but sacrifice two swords and put them on him. These days, because she felt a little ashamed of seeing the true sword cultivator, she didn't dare to tell them that she actually learned swords.

The kind of worrying about gains and losses that she obviously wanted them to give advice but did not dare to worry about gains and losses also made her anxious. It doesn't matter now.

When Daojun Huayang saw the red short sword, he liked it very much and asked: "What is this sword called? It doesn't look like Yan Hui's style?"

"This is a spiritual sword made by the disciples of Weishu Daojun. The long sword is called Su Ying and the short sword is called Yan Ling. The spirit of the weapon has just been completed, but it is still not enough for Yunyang." Sang just said it and found that the name of the short sword is the same as that of Yan Ling Sword Lord, which is a bit embarrassing.

Unexpectedly, the serious man was not angry, but said: "Yan Ling is the name of a magic weapon, similar to the Tiankai Axe, and many sword weapons are named after this."

Taoist Master Huayang laughed as if he was relieved, and said that Taoist Master Weishu was deeply loved by him and would like to drink with him in the future.

Sang had to say: "Master, I think you and Zhenjun Chen Ming must be together."

"Who is Zhenjun Chen Ming?" Huayang Daojun was confused, and then suddenly realized, "It's the master of the scumbag Helian Wancheng, I don't want to teach him a lesson."

"Actually, Helian Wancheng and I are not what everyone thinks. I'm not happy yet." Sang couldn't laugh or cry.

At this moment, Shangguan Haoran, who was silent all the way, spoke: "Go to the sect right away, be careful not to be broken by the wind."

Although Sang didn't understand why he should pay attention to safety when entering the sect, since she had reminded her, she did not show off and summoned the iron-eating beast to protect herself.

She once again thanked Tianxuan Immortal Sect for feeding it tall and large, with the shadow of ancient beasts. She had thick skin and strong flesh, and was not lacking in cleverness and mobility. She no longer looked like a spiritual pet at the beginning, but could already stand alone.

An invisible barrier in the air was broken, and after flying over the barrier, Sang was immediately stunned by the scene in front of him.

What rose from the ground and drooped the clouds in the sky was a mountain of heaven or a tree of building trees?

Guiyi Sword Sect is completely different from other sects.

From a distance, it looks like a big tree, with a wide stud and towering into the clouds. It reaches three branches above, with white clouds on the branches, and occasionally you can see the sword-wearing person going back.

On those three branches are the three palaces of the Sword Sect.

What shocked Sang the most was not these, but the closer she got to her, the more she realized that it seemed to be a tree?

It was not only a tree, but also a magical tree with sword-like weapons condensed from its body. It seemed to grow from the root and would not make Sang think that it was deliberately inserted into it.

There are roads on the tree poles, and there are people on the road. If you get closer, you will find that they are no different from ordinary land, except for things that are in the middle of green grass or with countless sword tools.

Sang came for the first time, and she had already formed a pill, so she no longer had to live in the cave of the tree pole, but went straight up to the canopy part.

At this time, she could see three palaces floating on the three huge branches of the canopy.

The mortals' naked eyes were no longer visible. The Sang Luck made the true energy gather in their eyes. The golden light flashed. Finally, they saw the three words "Qingxiao, Zixiao, Shangxiao" written in runes on the three palaces.

Her eyes were sore as soon as she saw it. She immediately closed her eyes and turned to look at the scenery around her standing.

Above the tree canopy is a large square, with a sword in the middle penetrated into the sky. The square is made of green jade, with a misty spiritual energy, and many patterns are carved on it. It is like water patterns rippling, and the light of teleportation light comes from time to time.

Sang looked at the extended branches again and found that the white clouds were not white clouds, but white jade platforms that flew out from time to time between the branches. There were monks practicing swords or competing, and there was a sound of thunder and lightning between the sword energy.

"Let Qingran take you around first, and we will report to the head first." Yan Ling Jianjun said and looked at Hua Yang Daojun, "You go back to Qingxiao Palace to handle the miscellaneous matters first, so as not to cause trouble."

Huayang Daojun was resentful: "No need to say, I will definitely find a good temple for my disciples, and the other tools are OK."

Yan Ling Jianjun glanced at him coldly and flew to Shangxiao Palace with the others on the sword.

Huayang Daojun looked at Sang, took out a jade token and let her drip blood. He told her not to run around and flew to Qingxiao Palace. He decided to help her get into the sect in person.

So, only Sang He Shangguan Haoran, who was considered a grudge against her, was left in the corner of the square.

Sang came down from Tuantuan, and only then did he find that few monks entered the sect with their swords, and most of them sat on the teleportation array to the square and then scattered.

Therefore, it was probably the senior of the Sword Sect who understood her for the first time she returned to the sect and took her to see the panoramic view of the sect.

He is really a humane sword cultivator. The dead faces and mixed sword cultivators who outsiders say are too extreme.

Shangguan Haoran was in a bad mood. Due to the family affairs of his friends, their plan to explore around together was shattered.

Moreover, a female cultivator who killed his junior and snatched his treasure would not have a good impression of her, no matter whether he had any other love at that time. It would be good if he didn't kill her.

Sang found that many sword cultivators were looking at her, so he immediately got off Tuantuan and turned to Shangguan Haoran to talk to him: "Senior Brother Qingran, why does the Sword Sect look like this?"

Shangguan Haoran did not make things difficult for her, and said indifferently: "Have you ever heard of Jianmu? The Sword Sect is transformed from a sword-shaped wood similar to Jianmu. It absorbs the sword energy and condenses the sword body, bears a small sword intent fruit every three hundred years, and bears a sword-dao fruit every thousand years. You should know other things after you get started."

Only then did Sang realize that there was such a magical object in the world. He wanted to know whether it would bloom if it had bear fruit. He was a little curious.

But obviously, Shangguan Haoran didn't want to tell her this, and she didn't force her.

After a long time, more and more people in the square looked at them strangely.

Sang also discovered that the disciples of the Sword Sect did not wear various fancy robes like Tianxuan, but were almost uniformly dressed.

Three types of purple-black robes are similar to Taoist robes, but the shape is more exquisite.

Both men and women have high crowns and broad straps, and their figures are full of sword energy around them. They are long swords in their hands. They are strong and heroic yet elegant.

Sang Momo took out the purple cloak and draped it on his body. His white fairy feather dress was very conspicuous here.

Is she really not like a sword cultivator?

She must practice swordsmanship well!
Chapter completed!