"Senior Brother Fang, is it also Master Xie's intention to give you the sword?"
Yan Fei asked in a low voice.
"certainly."
Fang Xiuyang glanced at Yan Fei below, "Master Xie's move is to prove to the world that our Yitian Wanjian Sect is about to forge a new world's best divine sword. So what if we give away a mere Taibai Sword?"
"Then if we can pull out the Taibai Sword, can we also get this sword?"
Yan Fei is still very envious of Taibai Sword, and his words are also the sentiments of the brothers present.
Fang Xiuyang felt a trace of contempt in his heart, and said calmly: "Master Xie said that whoever can pull out the Taibai Sword will belong to him, regardless of sect."
The eyes of all the sword cultivators lit up when they heard this.
However, they were embarrassed to be the first to go up the cliff and draw their swords. After all, there were so many outside monks watching.
"Since Yitian Wanjian Sect is so generous, I won't be polite!"
A skinny monkey-like monk flew up the cliff with a roar and grasped the hilt of the Taibai Sword.
Seeing this scene, those monks who were not the first to go up due to their dignity all felt extremely regretful, fearing that the Taibai Sword would be taken away by this skinny monkey-like man.
But seeing Fang Xiuyang's very calm posture, everyone thought that the Taibai Sword would not be pulled out so easily.
I saw the skinny monkey man injecting mana into the body of the Taibai sword, but he was completely unable to activate this peerless sword. He could only change his strategy and use his own strength to draw the sword. Unfortunately, he spent most of his strength and could not pull out the Taibai sword even an inch.
It should be said that Taibai Sword remained motionless from beginning to end, but the thin monkey man was so tired that he was sweating profusely.
Everyone watched for a while and saw that the thin monkey man could not pull out the Taibai Sword. They were all relieved, and at the same time they all urged the thin monkey man to get down quickly.
The thin monkey man's face turned red with embarrassment, and he fell to the ground in despair. He was even embarrassed to see the door.
However, few people paid attention to whether the thin monkey man had found a crack in the ground to sneak in. Everyone's eyes were still fixed on Taibai Sword, with burning heat in their eyes.
"I'll do it!"
A monk with a beard who seemed to have strong physical strength volunteered. The second one flew up to the cliff, grabbed the hilt of the sword, and used all his strength to pull the Taibai Sword out! However, the result was the same as the first person, the Taibai Sword did not even tremble slightly.
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Soon, this bearded man who seemed to be full of explosive power was defeated, hid his face and returned to the group of cultivators of his sect.
Then hundreds of monks came up one after another to draw the sword, with cultivation levels ranging from the golden elixir stage to the return to void stage. No one could pull out the Taibai Sword even an inch.
Now everyone was anxious and curious: "Brother Fang Dao, is there any hidden restriction on this cliff or on the sword?
Why can't anyone pull it out?"
"I can tell you clearly that there is no restriction on either the cliff or the sword."
Fang Xiuyang only explained half of it, and did not explain why no one could pull out the Taibai Sword even though there were no restrictions on the cliff and the sword body.
Seeing each of the monks fly up confidently and then fall down in disgrace, several Hedao masters in the crowd became interested.
None of the top monks above the Hedao stage who originally came to attend the ceremony would appear on such an occasion.
However, these monks in the Hedao stage are solitary cultivators and do not need to consider the image of the sect. However, they have never gone up to draw their swords. After all, they still do not compete with the juniors for the time being due to their status and cultivation.
After watching for so long, all the monks below the Hedao stage came up to draw the sword, so no one could successfully pull out the Taibai Sword. At this time, among the several Hedao stage masters, there was a middle-aged swordsman with a somewhat elegant temperament.
He said calmly: "Young friend Fang, can you let me, Mo Ming, the 'Sorrowful Wind Sword', try it?"
"I've heard for a long time that Senior Mo's Sad Wind Sword is famous in the southeast. Today, let's see if Senior Mo's sword intention can match the Taibai Sword!"
Fang Xiuyang was a little more polite when talking to Master Hedao.
However, when he said these words, it awakened the people present. It turns out that the key to whether the Taibai Sword can be pulled out is whether the sword intention of the person who draws the sword is consistent with the Taibai Sword Contract.
At this time, many people feel a sense of regret and frustration. Only sword cultivators can condense the pure sword intention. Those monks who regard swords as one of the combat weapons are not sword cultivators. In other words, this sword that once was the world's
The second sword has basically no chance with them.
Hearing what Fang Xiuyang said, Mo Ming didn't need to worry too much about his face. He flew up the cliff and held the hilt of the sword with one hand.
Mo Ming did not inject mana into the sword body or draw the sword with physical strength like others, but instead stimulated his own sword intention and tried to awaken the sword spirit of Taibai Sword.
This is the method of drawing the sword that Mo Ming just thought of.
A top-level sword like the Taibai Sword must have a sword spirit. The reason why so many people are unable to draw the sword is most likely because they are not recognized by the sword spirit.
Mo Ming couldn't believe that he couldn't even pull out an unrestricted sword with his own sword-mindedness in the Hedao stage.
Thinking that as long as he was recognized by Taibai Sword Spirit, he could become the new owner of this peerless sword, Mo Ming felt a wave of excitement in his heart! But the next moment, Mo Ming showed a look of astonishment.
He had stimulated his sword intention for so long, but Taibai Sword Spirit didn't respond at all?
It seems that there is nothing inside the sword body, maybe there is no sword spirit at all.
But without the sword spirit, Taibai Sword can only be reduced to an ordinary magic weapon like Xuanyuan Sword. How could he, a Hedao Master, not be able to pull it out?
Mo Ming tried several times, but still couldn't get a response from Taibai Sword Spirit. How could he have the nerve to stay on the cliff for so long? He could only look confused and mutter to himself: "It's really strange, Taibai Sword Spirit."
It seems that there is no sword spirit, and there is no restriction placed on it, so why is it so firmly inserted on this cliff?"
Seeing that Mo Ming, a master of swordsmanship in the Hedao stage, had failed, everyone felt that no one could pull out the Taibai Sword. No wonder Fang Xiuyang was so calm from the beginning to the end. There must have been many Yitian Wanjian Sect disciples before.
Tried.
Just when everyone was about to give up their unrealistic fantasies, the swordsmanship disciples of Yitian Wanjian Sect were still eager to give it a try.
"The sword intention is not in line with me. No matter how high my cultivation level is, I can't draw the long sword. If I think too much about the sword, I still have to look at the sword cultivator from the same clan as the Jiujianxian. Since all the fellow Taoists have given up on drawing the sword, let us rely on the sky.
Disciples of Wanjian Sect, please do it yourself!"
Yan Fei couldn't hold himself back for a long time. After saying these unkind words, he flew straight up the cliff, grabbed the hilt of Taibai sword and activated his sword intention.
Everyone's eyes converged on Yan Fei on the cliff.
After Yan Fei activated his sword intention, he pulled it out with all his strength, but the Taibai Sword did not move.
The second pull, the third pull... After more than a dozen pulls, Yan Fei's face became stiffer and stiffer, and finally he fell to the ground with gritted teeth like the monks from other sects.
Sensing Fang Xiuyang's faint glance, Yan Fei was almost ashamed.
