Zhang Fengshui turned his head and thought about it. He followed Sikong Xiao and went up the second floor. When he arrived at the center of the building, he saw Sikong Xiao frowning. He thought for a moment, just opened his mouth and planned to give Sikong Xiao a hint. He never thought that the next second he would be frozen in place...

Sikong paused his eyes and turned his head to the third floor without hesitation, without noticing that Zhang Fengshui, who was surprised and happy, had a complicated expression.

This is the top floor of Jiange. Although it is similar in size to the downstairs, there are only two rows of sword frames, and the wooden sword frame is covered with dust and spider webs, as if no one has been here for hundreds of years.

“Cruff…”

As soon as Sikong Xiao stepped out, he heard a muffled sound from the wooden floor. It was really big in this solidified space. Sikong Xiao paused, raised his head and looked around...

The evil spirit's slightly cautious voice came from the sea of ​​consciousness, "The sword energy here is very strong, be careful."

"Sword energy? Why can't I feel it?"

Sikong laughed and muttered, saying that he was incomprehensible. The empty swords here were not felt at all except for the broken swords drowned in the dust spider web...

Before the evil spirit could speak, another voice came from his ear that he hadn't heard for a long time, "I said, you stinky girl, why do you always run to such a place where birds don't poop!"

The big guy rolled his eyes, and Sikong smiled and said coldly to his shoulders: "Black chicken, you're sleeping well this time. I pity me as a human sedan chair and a human mattress for you every day."

"You're not happy?"

Accompanied by an unhappy hum, a rich red and black light overflowed from Sikong Xiao's shoulders, and in an instant, the almost perfect handsome face of the black chicken appeared in front of him.

Sikong Xiao was very unpromising and was stunned again...

He raised his eyebrows and looked at Sikong Xiao's obsessive expression. Wu Ji was very proud. He had never thought that his appearance was so useful before. Although he was proud, Wu Ji had not forgotten why he came out.

That sword should return to the original owner!

Seeing the black chicken turning his head and eyeing them towards the broken swords, Sikong was stunned and immediately asked, "Hey! What are you doing in black chicken?!"

Wu Ji turned a deaf ear to Sikong Xiao's voice. Without saying a word, he raised his hand and took off the red ancient sword from the wooden frame in front of him. He lowered his eyes and looked at the long sword in his hand. Wu Ji said in a deep voice: "This is the sword of an elder of the Xuanniao clan back then, called Xuan Ri."

"How did you know?"

When Wu Ji heard this, she couldn't help but chuckled; she raised her hand and stroked the totem engraved on the long sword. He raised his eyebrows and said slowly: "After my mother gave birth to me, my father left my mother a mysterious bird ethnography, which is recorded on it."

When Sikong Xiao heard this, he knew what the purpose of the black chicken was, "Are you going to take this sword away?"

"how?"

The black chicken squinted her eyes and raised her voice, "Can't it work?"

Sikong smiled and shrugged, "It's up to you, it's not my thing anyway."

"Sikong Xiao, did you really let him take the sword away?"

The anxious voice of the evil spirit suddenly came from the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness, "This is the sword pavilion of the Four Kingdoms Academy, and that black chicken is the only remaining descendant of the Xuanniao clan. The strange beasts have always been inconsistent with the human race. Aren't you afraid that he will take that sword against your human race?"

Sikong laughed forward a few steps, squatted down and carefully observed the remaining ancient swords on the shelf, "What am I afraid of?"

"You also said that the black chicken is the only remaining descendant of the Xuanniao clan, and you are not unaware of his origin. Half-human and half-beasts have been bullied. What do you think he will be towards the Xuanniao clan? What will he be towards the human clan?"

"That…"

Sikong Xiao said something in the sea of ​​consciousness, and she was still looking around outside.

Tsk, so many swords... which one belongs to you?

Just as Sikong was scratching his ears and cheeks, a sword hilt popped out in front of him. He looked along the sword body and saw the black chicken smelling face stretching the sword in front of him, "Hey... this one is suitable for you!"

"This is?"

Feeling the sight of Sikong Xiaoxiang looking over, Wu Ji snorted coldly and then turned her head very uniquely, and said with disdain: "If you guessed correctly, this is the sword of the East China Sea Lilong King back then. Lilong was carrying the Zixiao Divine Thunder, which was very suitable for your thunder spirit root."

"oh?"

Sikong laughed happily, and without saying a word, he took the long sword handed over by Wu Ji.

"Look at it."

Seeing Sikong Xiao's joyful look, Wu Ji couldn't help but raise her eyebrows proudly.

With a "swish", the sword was pulled out, and a stunning look flashed through Sikong Xiao's eyes. The sword body was actually clear and light blue! When you look closely, it looks like the sea surging on this sword blade less than two inches.

“So beautiful…”

A sigh of exclamation overflowed from his lips, Sikong narrowed his eyes slightly and imagined the scene of waving the branches last night.

"rustle…"

The sound of breaking through the air scattered everywhere. Sikong Xiao knew nothing about refining weapons and could not tell the value of the sword. He just felt that the sword was very powerful. When he held it in his hand, the sound of a dragon roar was faintly heard, which shocked her mind and dissipated.

"The hilt of this sword is made of high-quality sea crystals, and is the best conductor of lightning. The sword body is forged with eleven best metal minerals for several years. It is really a rare sword."

After listening to the evil spirit's popularization, Sikong Xiao's eyes shone even more. As soon as the sword was retracted, the sword stopped, but the thin and transparent blade was still trembling in the air, and there was a hint of excitement!

"It seems that this sword likes you very much, too."

*

Zhang Fengshui was guarding the stairs. His thick and black sword eyebrows were so frowned that he could kill a mosquito. His hands covered with blue veins were tightly pinching the railing next to the stairs. Obviously, he wanted to keep up, but no matter how he raised his legs, it would be useless.

His sword was obtained on the second floor, so he could only come to the second floor at most. Being able to stand here is already a lifelong battle...

Back then, he didn't believe that Xie insisted on going to the third floor to make a breakthrough, but the consequence was that he was destroyed by the extremely sharp sword energy for half a month and could not move. If he hadn't been for his great life, he would have died in this sword pavilion.

After a stick of incense, Sikong Xiao had not yet seen him. Zhang Fengshui stood at the entrance of the stairs like a stone pillar. His eyes, like swords, were staring at the other side of the stairs, and his hands holding the railing almost crushed the piece of wood.

Why haven't you come out yet? There must be nothing wrong...

Such a good seedling, what a pity.

"Tread..."

Just as Zhang Fengshui was almost giving up, footsteps finally came from the other end of the stairs. When Zhang Fengshui looked up, he blurted out: "You are out?!"

"Why are you here?!"

The eyes met, and the two of them spoke at the same time, and were stunned when they heard each other's questions.

Zhang Fengshui swept Sikong Xiao around her. Seeing that there was no scar on her body, she couldn't help but feel a little surprised. She raised her eyes and looked at Sikong Xiao and asked, "What sword did you get?"
Chapter completed!