Xiao Wanfeng:???

At this moment he felt like he was hallucinating.

In Xuan Cang Sword Spirit's voice, there was a trace of irrepressible anger and determination.

This is very similar to when a child at home was beaten by his peers when he was a child, he went home and wanted to find his father to vent his anger on him...

When Xiao Wanfeng thought of this, he stopped hastily, dripping with cold sweat.

"Xiao Wanfeng, Xiao Wanfeng, you really dare to think about it, and you still want to find your father. Don't you think you have lived too long?" He angrily scolded himself in his heart.

The sword spirit of the Xuan Cang Divine Sword has chosen me, which is something I never dare to dream about.

Xiao Wanfeng thought about the other party's request and vaguely felt that he understood something.

That night, Holy Slave Xu Xiaoshou was a sword wielder with four swords, and his sword was superior to the Xuan Cang Divine Sword. As a result, the energy of the Divine Sword has not dissipated to this day?

This is an extremely naive idea.

Xiao Wanfeng has reservations about whether this is really the case.

You can hear Xuan Cang Sword Spirit's tone...

If so!

It's just what if...

Xiao Wanfeng felt that if so, Saint Slave Xu Xiaoshou must be too strong. How could he force Xuan Cang Divine Sword to such a ruthless state?

Feeling good about yourself is a mentality that everyone has.

But besides this, the more important thing about Xiao Wanfeng is that he knows how much he weighs. He is very self-aware.

My own qualifications are nothing more than something that Mr. Siren can only take a look at. How could Xuan Cang Divine Sword choose me?

Besides, it is now on the back of Seven Swords Immortal Rao Yaoyao.

Opposite him is Mr. Mito, an old-timer among the Seven Swordsmen.

Isn't it good to choose these two people? Do you have to choose me?

Me, am I that important?

Suddenly, Xiao Wanfeng thought of what Xuan Cang Sword Spirit had said before, and he asked urgently: "Senior, what do you mean, except for Mr. You Tu and the Eighth Sword Immortal, there is no one in this era who can communicate with you.

?”

Xuan Cang Sword Spirit: "Yes."

Xiao Wanfeng was startled, and his thoughts turned out to be true...

Or do you just take it for granted? The Xuan Cang Divine Sword is just hungry. How can there be any stories like "I am special, I am the son of destiny"?

Xuan Cang Sword Spirit: "And you."

Click it.

Xiao Wanfeng was petrified on the spot.

Soon he was released from the petrified state, his lips trembled a few times, his eyelids twitched wildly, and his fingers cramped.

All over his body, except for the hand holding the wooden sword which remained stable, the rest of the body seemed to be convulsed and convulsed.

"Huh~"

After breathing heavily for a long time, Xiao Wanfeng regained his composure and solemnly replied in his mind: "Senior, wait for me."

Talk about other things.

It’s not like ordinary people who are excited to say after being chosen by the Divine Sword: “Why do you have to wait for me to go to the Holy Mountain? Can’t you recognize the master now?”

Xiao Wanfeng has always been a very independent person with good self-awareness.

This has been the case for more than ten years.

He knew that Rao Jianxian still had a mission at this moment.

The Xuancang Divine Sword was invited out of the Holy Temple, so it must have its mission.

In addition, he was really weak at this time, and he didn't even have half of his combat power under the hidden sword.

Xuan Cang Divine Sword can invite him at this time, which is already a choice beyond the bottom line.

Just as Sword Spirit said, as the third invitee in this era.

Xiao Wanfeng didn't think that he had the strong cultivation level of Mr. You Tu, and he was the former master of the Seven Swords Owl Head Holy Temple.

I don't think I have the powerful qualifications of the Eight Masters, who can achieve the miraculous three-breath innateness and three-year swordsmanship.

It took him more than ten years just to practice swordsmanship and master the nine major sword skills on his own.

Not a genius!

But I have perseverance.

Perhaps, this is the reason why Xuan Cang Shenjian fell in love with me.

Xiao Wanfeng, unlike Yu Tu and the Eight Masters, chose to reject the Xuan Cang Divine Sword.

Only a fool would do this!

He didn't know the story between Excalibur and the two.

But Mr. Yu Tu would refuse because it was no longer necessary; Bazun Shu would refuse because he already owned four of the fierce swords.

Xiao Wanfeng didn't think that Xuan Cang Divine Sword was also invited by Yu Tu and Bazun Shu when they were young.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for the two of them to refuse this great temptation.

But I am different...

Rao Yaoyao invited the sword out of the Holy Temple Hall, carried the sword and climbed to the first floor of the sky to visit Mr. Siren.

At the same time, I wanted to work the night shift, which was a temporary decision.

All of this is a coincidence, and there is not even a hint of guidance from the Xuan Cang Divine Sword.

And it was precisely because of these coincidences that Xuan Cang Divine Sword was able to see itself.

Xiao Wanfeng rejected Mei Siren's invitation to become a disciple because what Mr. Siren wanted was to follow his own path.

But the sword is different.

In this world, swordsmen and swords always recognize each other and support each other. There is no distinction between them, let alone master and disciple.

Just like the Eight Masters of Qingju, Xu Xiaoshou has four swords, I, Xiao Wanfeng,...

Thinking of this, Xiao Wanfeng raised the corners of his lips slightly and did not continue to think about it.

At this time, he even felt that using the word "zhi" between his name and the divine sword Xuan Cang was considered blasphemy.

but!

"It recognizes me..."

Under the night, Xiao Wanfeng's eyes were shining brightly, and he looked up at the City in the Sky. He felt that he had seen the saintly Taoist priest in advance.

Mr. Xu’s encouragement and Mr. Siren’s praise.

In the final analysis, nothing is as important as a word of approval from Divine Sword Xuan Cang.

Because of the first two, Xiao Wanfeng would still regard the other party as speaking encouragement, and whether he was disdainful or not was just a second thought.

Only Divine Sword Xuan Cang really feels that his Tao is as high as the Eight Masters, Mr. Yutu.

On this road, I didn’t say how many steps I took before setting off.

As long as the end of the road is high and cold, that's what every swordsman wants.

The evening breeze blew and the night was dim.

The wind made the young man's shabby linen clothes rustle.

At the age of sixteen, I still have a confused understanding of the world.

"I, can it really be done?"

Xiao Wanfeng paused for a long time before reaching out and pinching his face and twisting it hard.

He felt his face starting to feel hot.

But not enough.

So he tightened his fists until his nails dug into his palms.

Spread your hands.

Heavy blood stains.

Xiao Wanfeng smiled.

"It hurts..."

…
To be continued...