The female disciples who had bad intentions towards me started fighting among themselves

She was wearing a black silk nightgown, her fair skin faintly visible, and her black hair flowed down like clouds, covering her slender and perfect collarbone like glass.

Yun Su stroked Jing Yan's forehead with his warm palm and asked with concern:

"Does it hurt?"

I don’t know what kind of Taoist magic Yun Su used, but since Yun Su appeared, Jing Yan’s sword heart suddenly felt no pain, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"much better."

"You are such a love-brained person."

Yun Su squatted beside Jing Yan, waving the crickets on the ground. Her flowing black gauze skirt outlined her perfect figure. She educated Jing Yan in the tone of an elder:

"Even if it's to save someone, you can't hurt yourself like that. Master, I'll feel bad."

"Master, you still feel sorry for me."

Jing Yan complained that Yun Su's heartless character had been deeply rooted in people's minds, and he didn't expect that they would still care about him.

"What are you talking about?"

Hearing Jingyan's words, Yunsu suddenly stood up, supported the bamboo chair with one hand, pressed the weight of his entire body down, and faced Jingyan.

The sudden action made Jing Yan a little at a loss. In his eyes, Yun Su's eyes, which were more dazzling and enchanting than the bright moon, were staring at him. Her crystal collarbone seemed clearly visible through the light black gauze. The unique scent of Yun Su lingered at Jing Yan's nose. She seemed to be angry.

After a very long time, Yun Su finally spoke.

"Master, you are my only disciple, did you know that?"

"So I care about you very much. I want you to be alive. There is nothing I care about more than this."

Of course the scriptures make it clear.

For him, Yun Su would do anything to break into Yantian Dao Sect. Although he obviously could not do any work, his room remained tidy as before in the past three years. It can be said that Yun Su was a perfect master except that he did not fulfill his duties as a master.

Jing Yan pursed his lips and said, "Master, it's too close."

After hearing Jing Yan's words, Yun Su finally reacted, stood up in a panic, and explained with puffed lips:

"Master, I am doing this to make you remember it deeply. I have no other intention. Do you understand?"

"understand!"

"Does it still hurt?!"

“It doesn’t hurt.”

"Very good, very energetic!"

Yun Su patted Jing Yan's shoulder. Although she was a vixen, she was a vixen with principles. She would never attack her own disciple - Yun Su swore.

Just now she was just fulfilling her duties as a master.

There's nothing wrong with caring about your apprentice, right?

Apparently there is no problem.

Feeling the broken sword heart beating continuously in Jingyan's body, Yun Su glared at the young man, took out a token from his arms and threw it into Jingyan's hand.

"Tomorrow, use this token to go to the Sword Pond and see if there is any way to repair your sword heart." Yun Su said, "Don't let me, your master, worry about you."

Jing Yan looked at the bronze token in his hand and was dazed for a moment.

Other cultivators may not know what this thing is, but Jing Yan knows, or in other words, any sword cultivator knows the value of this token.

This is the key to open the secret realm of the sword pool.

But this secret realm is different from the Zhongzhou Trial Secret Realm. The Sword Pool Secret Realm is completely non-dangerous. It is equivalent to opening a key to a door filled with countless divine swords. Every swordsman will obtain a natal long sword that best suits him.

This is the treasure that countless sword cultivators dream of.

On the black market, such a simple token could often be sold for hundreds of millions of spirit stones - or even out of stock.

For Yun Su, a guy who values ​​spirit stones as his life, how could he possibly give up such a precious thing?

But she did it anyway.

"How is it? Do you feel the care of the master?"

Yun Su crossed his arms and said arrogantly.

"Master, where did you get it?"

Jing Yan frowned. Yun Su must have paid a lot for this token, so he felt a little restrained.

But the Sword Pond Secret Realm may really be able to repair his sword heart. After all, that secret realm is the greatest gift for sword practitioners.

"Don't worry about it. I, the master, naturally have my own way."

Yun Su said this calmly, as if he didn't want Jing Yan to worry, so he added another sentence.

"Say: Yun Su is the best master in the world."

Seventy-nine. Today, a young man came out with a sword, and all the swords in the courtyard rang out

It was dawn.

A distant wind blew from afar, and Jing Yan held the Jianchi token in his hand, feeling a mixture of emotions for a moment.

Yun Su did not stay long. For some reason, he ran back to the house in shame, leaving Jing Yan alone standing outside the house.

According to his understanding, the Sword Pond Secret Realm has existed since time immemorial, and no one knows how long it has existed. Looking back from ancient times to the present, the earliest records were born in ancient times.

Therefore, the opportunity to enter the Sword Pool is extremely precious. Jing Yan doesn’t know where Yun Su got this token, but she must have done a lot for him.

Jing Yan thought for a long time, adjusted his breathing, waited until his spiritual power reached the perfect state, and then silently crushed the sword pool token in his hand.

There is no danger in that secret realm. It is better to do it today than to wait for another day. It is better to do it today than to wait for another day. I can recover my cultivation as soon as possible so as not to make people around me worry. This is what Jingyan should consider first.

At least Master’s efforts were not in vain.

A majestic aura hidden in history surged in, covering the sky and the earth. Countless sharp sword auras lingered around Jing Yan, and no one dared to approach rashly.

The sword pool contains countless spiritual swords of the top cultivators in history. As long as one's own talent and swordsmanship are recognized by those spiritual swords, one can bring them out of the secret realm.

This is not just equivalent to taking out a sword, but taking out a piece of history, and the life of a top swordsman - in the vast history, there must be precedents of repairing the sword's heart.

But it should be noted that everyone who enters the secret realm can only bring out one sword.

Gain recognition and obtain spiritual swords, one per person, never be greedy for more.

That's the rule.

The scenery in Jingyan's eyes suddenly changed, and an unimaginable river of history with brilliant brilliance unfolded before him. The young man slowly stepped forward and walked into the sword pool.

......

There are endless mountains all around.

But those mountains are different from ordinary mountains. They are full of swords. These swords are not like the broken sword of Qingming Divine Sword under the snow mountain. Instead, they are dazzling and still sharp.

Each sword symbolizes an unknown history, and there are countless such histories in the sword pool.

On every mountain, the spiritual energy contained in the swords continued to rise from the foot of the mountain. The closer to the top of the mountain, the higher the grade of the spiritual sword. Some long swords were even sharper than the Qinglan Divine Sword used by Mu Yunning.

You know, the Qinglan Divine Sword is the Qinglan Sword Sect's sacred weapon, and there are as many swords of the same rank as the Qinglan Divine Sword in the sword pool as there are mountains, or even more.

And this vast Sword Mountain has no end in sight.

Jing Yan was strolling in the Sword Pond and suddenly understood why the Sword Pond was the secret realm that every sword cultivator wanted to witness throughout their entire life, because it was really... too shocking.

Countless huge sword energies rose from his side, constantly sharpening his sword heart. Even if Jing Yan did nothing, he could still feel his broken sword heart being polished and rounded.

But unfortunately, this could not repair his swordsmanship.

So, Jingyan continued to move forward.

Logically speaking, the earlier it is, the lower the rank of the spirit swords in the sword pool will be, and the greater the probability of recognizing the trial-taker.

Usually, any ordinary swordsman will gain the recognition of one or two sword mountains after entering the Sword Pool Secret Realm. The sword tips will tremble, responding to the swordsman, symbolizing recognition.

But the scriptures say differently.

He has now reached the fifth sword mountain, but from beginning to end, not a single sword has trembled in response to it, recognizing him as its master.

But Jingyan was not discouraged.

Because he only has half a sword heart, the swords here generally choose their masters and recognize trial-takers based on their talent and the sharpness of their sword heart. A guy like Jingyan, who has lost half of his sword heart, is obviously not in their eyes.

After all, the swords that can enter the sword pool, even the lowest grade ones, are all royal swords wielded by famous kings in history.

The swordsman is aloof and so is his sword.

They will not lower their requirements.

Besides, Jingyan also looked down on these ordinary swords. His goal was to repair his sword heart, so he would only choose swords that could repair his sword heart.

The twentieth Sword Mountain.

The one hundred and sixty sword mountains.

The 2100th Sword Mountain.

Jing Yan walked forward aimlessly, forgetting the time, but he had a feeling in his heart that it was almost time.

He was about to find his own sword.

Until the 3,000th Sword Mountain.

This is the last one.

Jing Yan walked to the end of the sword pool, but from beginning to end, not a single sword trembled towards him, recognizing him as its master.

"Even the sword pond is of no use?"

Jing Yan smiled, without any resentment, but instead found it quite funny - she had squandered Yun Su's token worth hundreds of millions of spirit stones, which made her realize that she couldn't eat him alive.

However, just as Jing Yan was about to raise his leg and step out of the sword pool, a broken sword at his feet made a faint tremor.

This is a broken sword. Unlike the other dazzling spiritual swords in the sword pool, it is half-stuck in the mud, with scars all over the blade. It looks like it has experienced an unimaginable heroic battle.

Jing Yan slowly bent his knees and grasped the hilt of the broken sword on the ground.

"Are you the only one who recognizes me?"

Jing Yan smiled bitterly for a moment. He didn't expect that in the end it was this broken sword that expressed its recognition of him. Perhaps it was because the two brothers were not complete. In short, this broken sword was the only sword in the sword pool that expressed its recognition of him.

Therefore, the words of the scriptures will naturally not let it down.

When he held the hilt of the sword, Jing Yan was a little dazed, and a feeling that fate was predetermined emerged in his mind, but he did not think much about it. Instead, he pulled the broken sword out of the mud.

The countless scars did not cause it to bend, but instead it remained straight, which was enough to show that this sword was no ordinary one.

But compared with the countless spiritual swords in the sword pool, it looks dull.

Jing Yan waved the broken sword in his hand casually, very satisfied.

"Half a sword heart and a broken sword seem to be a perfect match."

Moreover, Jingyan had a vague feeling in his heart - this sword seemed to be able to repair his broken sword heart, and Jingyan was also very confident that he could restore the broken sword that fell into the mud to its former glory.

So he put away his sword.

Slowly walked out of the sword pool.

......

......

"Om-"

"Buzzing——"

Ever since Jing Yan left the sword pool holding the broken sword in his hand, countless precious spiritual swords began to make earth-shaking noises again.

A total of three thousand sword mountains were shaking continuously.

They all just agreed with the words of the scripture, but under the overwhelming pressure of the Broken Sword, they were too timid to tremble, leaving only the Broken Sword trembling alone.

After the broken sword left, the supreme pressure gradually subsided, and the other spirit swords all trembled with regret and sorrow.

Today the young man came out with a sword, and all the magical swords in the courtyard rang together.

For a moment, all the spiritual swords in the courtyard trembled, and the sound of swords filled the entire sword pool, lingering in the air for three days without stopping.