(Chapter 38 has been reviewed and is being revised. You can see it tomorrow.)
"It takes a hundred years to the east of Hedong, and a hundred years to the west of Hexi. Don't bully young people into poverty!"
Su Bei's hoarse voice echoed over Bujian Peak!
this!
As soon as the words fell.
In an instant, everyone's hearts exploded with a bang!
The disciples of the Sword Sect looked at the man who was leaning gently next to the Qingping sword. They were speechless for a long time, and their hearts were full of mixed emotions. They didn't know what to say!
"What exactly happened to the fifth elder?"
"Could it be that these five elders have always had secrets that can't be revealed for hundreds of years?"
"That's right! For a whole hundred years, the fifth elder has been in the state of becoming a god! With the talent of the fifth elder, it is impossible to stay in this state forever!"
"Is this all related to this Qingping sword!?"
"We're eating in the front row. Do you want beer, drinks, or popcorn?"
"Does your popcorn stay cooked?"
"..."
Su Bei's eyes flashed with a hint of tenderness, and he just stroked the Qingping sword.
The hoarse voice stated everything leisurely:
"A hundred years ago, I discovered that there seemed to be an inexplicable and miraculous phenomenon in my body!"
"No matter how I practice and how I absorb the aura of the world, my cultivation still hasn't improved at all!"
"There will always be a mysterious force that robs my aura and my soul!"
"Destroy my self-confidence! Destroy everything about me!"
"But even so, over the past hundred years, I have still been practicing day and night! Just to try to break through myself!"
"..."
Su Bei looked at the sky sadly, looking at the thousands of flying swords that seemed to be whining and circling.
At this moment, all the Jianzong disciples seemed to be able to feel Su Bei's loneliness, desolation, and unparalleled sorrow that seemed to be unavailable to the world!
A female disciple’s eyes were filled with tears. She was choking and wiping her eyes with tears:
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu If I were the fifth elder! I simply wouldn't be able to bear this kind of pain!"
"Yes, yes! Every time you practice a little more, your spiritual energy will disappear inexplicably!"
"He is obviously a genius but he has become a loser in everyone's mouth!"
"And instead of being decadent, the fifth elder worked even harder! He became a famous talent in the twenty-one states!"
"..."
Wenren Pingxin looked at Su Bei with a strange look on his face, a trace of doubt lingering in his eyebrows.
What Su Bei means is that he practices day and night?
Ah!
If he practiced all day long, he would probably have to dig another one into the Sword Sect's ancestral grave!
But looking at the convinced looks in the eyes of all the Sword Sect disciples, he still sighed.
Let him pretend.
After all, we really found the Qingping Sword, right?
Save him some face.
Shan Wulan's long eyelashes fluttered several times, and her eyes looked at Su Bei dreamingly.
Looking at Su Bei, who had a frown on his face and an air of immortality about him, he felt very sad.
That perfect frosty face, with tender and fair skin, without a trace of blemishes, only the watery eyes twinkling gently, and the bright red plump lips that seemed to be motionless!
Hehe, senior brother!
Brother, it smells so good!
Suddenly, Shan Wique next to him tilted his head, looked at Su Bei with confusion, and said:
"So, Fifth Senior Brother, does everything that happened to you have anything to do with this Qingping Sword?"
"Then how did you know that the Qingping Sword was in the ancestral tomb? How did you know that it had to be burned with fire?"
"..."
As soon as Shan Wuque finished speaking, everyone suddenly woke up from what Su Bei had just said.
Then everyone looked at Su Bei with doubtful expressions.
"Yes!! So what's the relationship?"
"Why use fire?"
"..."
Su Bei looked at Shan Wukue expressionlessly, at the big watery eyes with a look of expectation on his face, and at the stupid hair dangling back and forth.
Damn it!
Why are you so curious?
It was obvious that he was about to be fooled.
If the prodigal disciple hadn't burned the grave, how would I have known that this sword was inside?
Why does it feel like this girl did it on purpose?
It is necessary to give you some color tonight! Let you know what Kenshin is! What is a flaw!
Su Bei sighed, looked at Shan Wukue, turned around, and said in a soft voice:
"Why do we need to know this? What does it matter whether we use fire or not?"
"The Qingping Sword has come out!"
"There are always some secrets in everyone's heart that they don't want others to know...it may be sad or happy, just enjoy it quietly by yourself!"
"Just like this arrogant Qingping sword! Let's just leave it inserted here quietly without being able to pull it out... Wouldn't it be great?"
"..."
Can't pull it out?
Wenren Pingxin sneered as he watched Su Bei finish pretending.
Ha! There is no stick in the world that I can’t pull out!
The slender thighs moved slightly, and he stepped forward, holding the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands.
Um?
Why doesn't he move at all?
Everyone stared with wide eyes as they grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands and pulled it upwards fiercely until Wenren Pingxin.
"Wake it up for me!"
"Get up!"
"..."
Qingping Sword: "..."
Wen Renpingxin panted and stopped and looked at the sword.
Seeing everyone looking at him with astonishment, his face turned red, he coughed lightly, straightened his clothes, and then said leisurely:
"It seems that a monk of Mahayana or above must be qualified to pull out such a divine sword!"
"After all, this is the sword sect's unparalleled treasure! I'm afraid the master is the only one in the world who is qualified to pull it out..."
"..."
The third elder, Mo Xingjian, who had been silent all this time, frowned after hearing Wen Renpingxin's explanation.
Then he took a step forward, holding the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands!
"I'll try it too!"
"Give me...get up!"
"Get up!"
Qingping Sword: "..."
Seeing that Mo Xingjian didn't pull out the sword, Wen Renping breathed a sigh of relief!
Fortunately, it’s not my problem!
You know how it is possible for such an artifact to be easily pulled out?
If you can't pull something out yourself, how can anyone else pull it out?
"I'll try it too!"
Fourth Elder Li Ziyu stepped forward!
Qingping Sword: "..."
"I'll try it too!"
The seventh elder Yu Xie stepped forward!
Qingping Sword: "..."
The cold wind is blowing!
Everyone looked at the sword that no one could pull out in silence, then looked at each other and said with a smile:
"Yes! It's exactly what the senior sister said!"
"Without Mahayana cultivation, no one in the world would be able to lift it up!"
"Yeah! Hahaha."
"Hahaha."
"..."
Second Elder Xi Qingyi licked his mouth and looked at the Qingping Sword with his eyes shining brightly!
How great it would be if this sword could be inserted in front of the ancestral grave of Zuijianfeng!
Three thousand disciples of Zuijian Peak worshiped their ancestors, and the Qingping Sword was erected in front of the monument. What a glorious thing it was to honor their ancestors?
Xi Qingyi looked at everything with indifferent eyes and took a deep breath.
The clouds in Jian Zong are white.
The sky of Jian Zong is blue.
A curl of green smoke rose not far away.
Everything is so beautiful!
Just at this time.
Sudden!
There was a riot in the crowd!
Everyone looked in the direction of the noise.
A disciple of the Sword Sect wiped his nose vigorously and ran towards Xi Qingyi.
Running, crying and shouting:
"It's not good! It's not good!"
"The second elder is in trouble!"
"The sixth elder just didn't know what happened, so he took firewood and went to Zuijian Peak to burn the ancestral graves!"
"I can't even stop you!"
"The ancestral grave at Zuijian Peak is on fire!!"
"..."
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