After the abolition, she just wants to cultivate immortals

Chapter 35 Innate Sword Spirit
"Don't worry, Ah Yu, this place is not far from Fengming City, if there is any trouble, I can also ask Granny Yue to bring someone to help." Mingling comforted.

Shen Tingfeng smiled confidently: "Don't worry, with me here, there is absolutely no surprise."

Although Shen Tingfeng said that he was somewhat interested in the fairy sword, he didn't care too much about it. He came here with the mentality of watching the fun.Now that I know that the fairy sword is likely to recognize Tu Yu as the master, I am naturally very happy. When I think of the fairy sword that those monks are desperately fighting for, they suddenly recognize a small monk in the spiritual sea as the master, and the little monk is still his child. Junior sister, I felt excited in an instant.

At this time, the light on the top of the mountain became more and more intense, and the transparent barrier gradually dimmed until it disappeared.

At this moment, almost all the monks surrounded Wanjian Mountain, wrapping the whole mountain airtightly, and only a few monks were watching.

All the monks were staring at the giant sword that was shining with seven colors of light, holding their breath, hoping that they would be recognized by the fairy sword.

The few monks standing on the top of Wanjian Mountain still stood calmly, they are all immortals.Some are confident that with their own strength, they have a high chance of being favored by the fairy sword.Some, like Shen Tingfeng, are not particularly interested in fairy swords, but just drop by to join in the fun. They are naturally happy to get the fairy sword, and it doesn't matter if they can't get it.

Normal immortal level powerhouses will forge suitable fairy artifacts by themselves. Even if the fairy artifacts bred by heaven and earth are rare, they will not fight desperately like those low-level monks.And it would be very troublesome to snatch such an innate spiritual weapon to forcibly recognize its owner. If the spirit of the weapon is erased, it will drop its grade.

Amidst the complex and tense moods of the monks, a streamer of seven colors rose from the giant sword soaring into the sky, scattered the monks surrounding it, and flew straight into the sky, circling and flying.

The colorful light on the giant sword dimmed, and Wanjian Mountain returned to its original appearance. The huge stone sword still looked down on its subjects, engraved with a story that was no longer known.

Zheng!
Colorful streamers danced above the sky, uttering sword sounds, passing by at an unbelievably fast speed, leaving long trails like meteors.

A group of monks soared into the sky and chased after Liu Guang.

The speed of the fairy sword was too fast, and the chasing monk was left far behind.

The fairy sword seemed to want to tease the monks who fell behind, and stopped on the spot with a buzzing sound.

At this moment, a monk chased after him, stretched out his hand to grab the fairy sword, and shouted excitedly: "Hahaha! This fairy sword will belong to me, Mr. Wang!"

The celestial sword buzzed, and before the monk caught it, it rushed out at a high speed, throwing the monk away.

The outstretched hand of the cultivator only grabbed an afterimage, and he stopped in place with a dull expression.

When he came back to his senses, he had already been thrown away by a group of monks, and his face turned blue with anger.

Zheng!
A sword cry resounded across the sky, the fairy sword seemed to be very excited, turned around and flew towards the chasing monks, passing by the monks who were excitedly grabbing it, leaving behind afterimages, and the enraged monks one by one monk.

Xianjian is like a naughty brat, playing around with those monks.

Constantly shuttle among monks, but no one can touch it.

The monks who stayed on the sidelines twitched their mouths, staring at the sky speechlessly.

The three of Tu Yu just stood there and watched, and did not go to fight.

"Or, let's not take this fairy sword." Tu Yu's expression was stiff, and he slowly turned his head to look at Shen Tingfeng.

For some reason, the bad premonition in her heart became stronger and stronger, and she always felt that something very troublesome would happen soon.

Moreover, this fairy sword seems a little too skinny, with a very unbeatable attribute, which always feels like a trap, and she doesn't really want it.

"Junior Sister, don't panic, there will be no problem, this sword is quite fun, hahaha." At this moment, Shen Tingfeng had a hint of appreciation on his face, and was eager to try it.

The corners of Ming Ling's mouth twitched, trying to comfort Tu Yu, but he really couldn't think of suitable words, so he could only raise his head silently, looking at the colorful streamer who was playing with the monks, pretending that he didn't know anything.

On the top of the mountain, among the several powerful monks who were watching, a handsome young monk was quietly watching the colorful streamer.Suddenly, his eyes were fixed, as if he had discovered something, and the corner of his mouth curled into a smile that was inevitable.

A coquettishly dressed woman next to him noticed his strangeness, winked at him, and asked with a coquettish smile, "Fellow Daoist Yu, what did you find?"

"An interesting thing." The young monk replied slowly.

"Oh? Can you tell me?" the coquettish woman asked curiously.

The young monk only glanced at her lightly, without answering, and quietly stared at the fairy sword who was having a great time playing with it.

The coquettish woman didn't seem to dare to provoke him, seeing that he didn't answer, she didn't ask any more questions.

At this time, the fairy sword seemed to feel a little tired of playing, rushed out of the crowd with a swish, slowed down, and only slightly distanced itself from the monks.

The fairy sword flew leisurely in front, and the angry monk chased after him.

Those cultivators have completely lost their minds at this moment, dazzled by anger, and they look like they will not give up unless they grab the fairy sword.

Some angry monks even started to attack the fairy sword, but they were easily dodged by the fairy sword.

Xianjian stopped again, ready to repeat the old trick.

At this moment, the eyes of the young monk who had noticed something strange before, seemed to have found the right moment, and his figure disappeared in place.

In an instant, he appeared in front of the fairy sword, and before everyone could react, he grabbed at the fairy sword.

Immortal Sword seemed to sense the danger, with a flash of light, he narrowly avoided it, and sped up to fly away.

"If you can't run away, why don't you just accept me as master obediently, so as to save time wasted." The young monk twitched his lips, chuckled, and a blue light flew out from his hand, chasing after the fairy sword.

A nervousness appeared in Tu Yu's heart, it would be bad if the fairy sword was caught by him.

"Ayu, that cultivator's strength is terrifying, he is a strong immortal rank." Ming Ling reminded.

"You two stay here and protect yourself, I'll stop him." Shen Tingfeng also sensed something was wrong at this moment, and disappeared as soon as he finished speaking.

Soon the fairy sword was caught up and trapped by the cyan light. Just when everyone thought that the fairy sword could not run away, the colorful light on the fairy sword was full of light, and the sword light pierced the cyan light in a flash, and disappeared in place.

The young monk was about to continue chasing towards the fairy sword, but was blocked by the sudden appearance of Shen Tingfeng, and the two confronted each other in mid-air.

"What is the meaning of this, fellow daoist? Could it be that we will fail here!" The young monk snorted coldly, a little impatiently. "You and I are equal in strength. If you won't be able to please you in a war, why don't you just retreat, and I, Yu Qing, owe you a favor."

Shen Tingfeng didn't care, and laughed aloud: "You don't believe what you said, fellow daoist, so what about the last battle, I'm afraid you won't succeed!"

(End of this chapter)