Chapter 14 Looking for the Sword

Countless flying swords, suspended in the air of the cave thousands of feet, like a candlelight, shining strange light, and a wisp of sword breath escaped from the flying sword, permeating the void, making everyone who enters here shocked and frightened. Heart.

As soon as more than 6,000 boys entered the cave, they stood in a daze for a while, and soon, they remembered their task in the cave and hurriedly dispersed around. Moreover, they looked at the flying swords without blinking, and their eyes swept through a flying sword, trying to get along with the one that belonged to them. Flying sword, get the sense.

In the cave, for a moment, there were only slight footsteps and gasps left. Suddenly, a clear sound of the sword sounded among the flying swords, and suddenly there was a flying sword, as if it had created consciousness. It stood out from the flying swords and flew towards a boy below.

Everyone was immediately attracted by the vision. They turned their heads to look at the flying sword. When the flying sword landed on the ground, it suspended next to a boy, and the boy laughed wildly, jumped, and stepped on the flying sword with his feet. He stood in the air and looked down at everyone proudly.

Li Fan!?

Long Yi also paid attention to the person who was only attracted to his flying sword less than half a minute after entering the Wanjian Pavilion, and when he heard the laughter, he already knew that it was Li Iffan!

With an arrogant look on his face, Li Fan stood on the flying sword for a while. As soon as he moved, he flew in mid-air. His speed was extremely fast, almost against the top of the children's heads, which suddenly made many children exclaim.

The real name of sensing is the flying sword, which is related to the talent of the person who senses. This Li's talent is indeed beyond a lot among all these boys. Therefore, he found his own flying sword so quickly. At this time, he was extremely proud and left the Wanjian Pavilion with a smile of contempt for everyone. And he circled and flew in the Wanjian Pavilion, showing everyone his excellence.

The vast majority of the boys dared to be angry and dare not say anything about Li's arrogant and arrogant behavior. They just lowered their heads silently, avoiding the figure that Li Fan swept over their heads from time to time, while accelerating the speed of sensing the flying sword.

Not long after, a few swords sounded one after another, and a flying sword fell from the sky. At that time, several children stepped on the flying sword, with excitement on their faces, flew up in the air and flew straight out of the Wanjian Pavilion. It's not that they don't want to show off to others. They really don't dare to steal the limelight with Li Fan!

More and more boys, in the envious eyes of others, got a sense of their own flying sword and stepped on the flying sword and left the cave. When others saw this, they were even more anxious and accelerated the speed of sensing the flying sword again.

The sound of swords began to ring in an endless stream in the cave. Thousands of children, in a quarter of an hour, nearly half of them sensed their real name Feijian, and then rushed out of the Wanjian Pavilion at the first time, but there was no Long Yi among them.

After looking at Li Butan with disgust, Long Yi ignored it and concentrated on looking for his flying sword. However, what made him disappointed and anxious was that he walked through most of the cave, but there was still no flying sword flying in front of him!

Seeing that more and more people have found the flying sword and flying out of the Wanjian Pavilion, the remaining people are also rapidly decreasing. Long Yi can't help but be a little anxious. And a quarter of an hour passed. He was sure that he had circled the Wanjian Pavilion, but there was still no feeling. The anxiety in his heart also climbed to the extreme!

In a hurry, Long Yi stood still, muttered slightly, and then used his mind to meditate in the bottom of his heart, "Master, help me!"

After a breath, the voice of the devouring son of God immediately sounded in Long Yi's sea of knowledge, and said, "Why, you're strange. Why haven't you sensed your real name Feijian?"

Long Yi turned his head and said, "Yes, Master! Why did I look all over this cave, and still didn't feel the flying sword that belonged to me?

The devouring son's tone was flat and he said, "Ha ha! If you think about it carefully, you will know that it is not surprising. I dare to say that even if you look for a day in this Wanjian Pavilion, you can't find the flying sword that can get in touch with you!"

When Long Yi heard this, he was shocked and said, "What!? Master, what the hell is this!? Now there is only half a quarter of an hour left. What if I can't find the flying sword!?"

The devouring son said lightly, "Have you forgotten your mutant sword body? I'm sure that those who pay attention to the spirituality of the flying sword in this Wanjian Pavilion must not have thought that a sword body mutation will appear here, so it's normal that the spirituality in these swords can't get in touch with you.

Long Yi thought for a while, and then understood the key, and a strong loss emerged in his heart. How could he expect that his mutant sword body would make him unable to find his own sword from this ten thousand sword pavilion! Does that mean that he still can't repair his sword? You know, having a flying sword that is connected with your own mind is the key step to becoming a swordsman!

The bitterness lingered in Long Yi's heart. He looked up and found that there were fewer and fewer people in the cave. Many people were seizing the time to sense the flying sword, and then left. Only he was still wandering in place, confused.

Long Yi is unwilling! He took a deep breath, passed the voice of the divine son, and said, "Master, disciple, please help me!"

Hearing this, the devouring son's tone was very casual and said, "Yes! Which sword do you like, and I will let him recognize you as the master!"

Long Yi was shocked and said, "Any one is fine!? Well, is it possible?"

There was disdain in the words of the devouring son of God, and he said, "This is simply easy! I told you before that this so-called sword inspiration is just a mysterious trick played by those powerful people! The flying sword is not an ancient treasure, nor is it a natural spirituality, but an external force infusion. It is generated the day after tomorrow, only a little stronger than ordinary sword weapons!"

The devouring son paused and said, "So, as long as you use a little magic power to erase the spirituality in any flying sword, and then inject your own spiritual breath, you can naturally generate a new sword spirit and become something under your feet. What's so difficult!"

The devouring son said it lightly, but in Long Yi's heart, he reacted strongly. Only then did he really feel how important it is to have far-reaching knowledge! My own insight is so insufficient. It is originally something that can be seen through at a glance, but it is like looking at flowers in the fog, ignorant!

At this thought, Long Yi's reverence for the devouring son of the gods increased a little. He said respectfully, "Well, Master, please help me find a flying sword that is most suitable for me and let him recognize me as the master!"

The devouring son smiled faintly and said leisurely, "As you wish!"