"Senior Brother Fang, is it the meaning of Master Xie to send a 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 Ten Thousand Sword Sect is about to forge a new world's number one magical sword. So what if you send it out just a Taibai sword?"
"Then if we can draw out the Taibai Sword, can we also get this sword?"
Yan Fei is still very jealous of Taibai Sword, and his words are also the voice of the brothers present.
Fang Xiuyang felt a little contempt in his heart, and said calmly on the surface: "Master Xie said that anyone who can draw the Taibai Sword will belong to whoever can draw the Taibai Sword, regardless of the sect."
The sword cultivators heard it and their eyes were lit.
However, they were embarrassed to be the first to go up to the cliff and draw the sword. After all, there were so many foreign cultivators watching.
"Since the Yitian Ten Thousand Swords Sect is so generous, then I'm welcome!"
A thin monkey-like monkey flew to the cliff in a voice and held the hilt of the Taibai Sword.
Seeing this scene, the monks who were not the first to go up due to face were extremely regretful, for fear that the Taibai Sword would be taken away by this thin monkey-like man.
But seeing Fang Xiuyang's very calm attitude, everyone thought that the Taibai Sword should not be pulled out so easily.
The thin monkey man injected magic power into the Taibai sword body, but he was completely unable to stimulate this peerless sword weapon. He could only change his strategy and draw the sword with his own strength. However, most of his strength was exhausted and he could not draw the Taibai sword out of an inch. It should be said that the Taibai sword remained motionless from beginning to end, but instead he was so tired that the thin monkey man was sweating profusely.
After watching for a while, everyone saw that the thin monkey man could not pull the Taibai sword at all, they all felt relieved, and at the same time they urged the thin monkey man to come down quickly.
The thin monkey man was so embarrassed that his face turned red and fell to the ground in shame. Even his family members were embarrassed to meet.
However, few people paid attention to whether the thin monkey man had found a crack in the ground to get into it. Everyone's eyes were still staring at the Taibai Sword, and the heat was revealed in their eyes.
"I'll do it!"
A bearded monk who looked strong in body volunteered, and the second one flew to the cliff to grab the hilt of the sword, using all his strength to pull the Taibai Sword out! However, the result was just like the first person, and the Taibai Sword did not even tremble slightly.
Soon, this bearded man who looked full of explosive power was defeated and covered his face and returned to his own sect's group cultivator.
Next, hundreds of cultivators went up to draw their swords one after another, and their cultivation level ranged from the Golden Elixir Stage to the Return Void Stage. No one could pull out the Taibai Sword even an inch.
Everyone was anxious and curious: "Brother Fang, is there any hidden restrictions on this cliff or sword?
Why can no one pull it out in the slightest?"
"I can tell you clearly that there is no restriction on whether it is cliff or sword body."
Fang Xiuyang only explained half of it, not explaining why no one could pull out the Taibai Sword without any restrictions on the cliff and the sword body.
Seeing the monks flying up with confidence and falling down again in a dirt, a few masters of the Hedao period in the crowd were moved.
The top monks above the Hedao period who originally came to participate in the ceremony would not appear in such occasions.
However, these monks of the Hedao stage are solitary cultivators, and they don’t need to consider the image of any sect. They just haven’t been going up to draw their swords. After all, they are not fighting with the younger generations for the time being due to their identity and cultivation.
After watching for so long, all the monks below the Hedao Stage went up to draw their swords, so no one could successfully pull out the Taibai Sword. At this time, a middle-aged swordsman with a bit of elegant temperament among the several masters of the Hedao Stage said lightly: "My friend Fang, can you let me try "Sad Feng Sword"? "
"I heard that Senior Mo's Sword of Sorrow in the Southeast has become famous for a long time. Today, let us see if Senior Mo's sword intent can be in line with the Taibai Sword!"
Fang Xiuyang was a little polite when he spoke to the Hedao Zhenren.
However, his words woke up the people present. It turned out that the key to whether the Taibai Sword could be drawn was whether the sword intent of the person who drew the sword was incompatible with the Taibai Sword.
Many people feel regret and frustrated in their hearts. Only sword cultivators can condense pure sword intent. These monks who regard sword weapons as one of the combat magic weapons are not considered sword cultivators. In other words, this once the second-ranked sword in the world is basically no match for them.
After hearing what Fang Xiuyang said, Mo Ming didn't have to care too much about his face. He flew to the cliff openly and held the hilt of the sword with one hand.
Mo Ming did not inject magic power into the sword body like others, or draw the sword with physical strength, but instead stimulated his own sword intent and tried to awaken the sword spirit of Taibai Sword.
This is the method of drawing the sword that Mo Ming just thought of.
Top-level sword weapons like Taibai Sword must have sword spirits. There is a high probability that so many people cannot draw the sword because they cannot get the recognition of the sword spirit.
Mo Ming didn't believe in his sword intent insights from the Hedao period, and he couldn't even pull out a sword weapon without any restrictions.
Thinking that as long as he gets the recognition of Taibai Sword Spirit, he can become the new owner of this peerless sword weapon, there is a slight wave in Mo Ming's heart! But the next moment, Mo Ming showed a look of surprise.
He has inspired his sword intent for so long, but Taibai Sword Spirit has not responded at all?
It seemed that the sword body was empty, and there might not be any sword spirit.
But without the sword spirit, Taibai Sword can only become an ordinary magic weapon like Xuanyuan Sword. How could he, a real person in Hedao, not pull it out?
Mo Ming tried several times, but still couldn't get a response from Taibai Sword Spirit. He was so embarrassed to stay on the cliff for so long that he could only look confused and muttering to himself: "It's really strange. Taibai Sword seems to have no sword spirit and no restrictions are set up. Why is it so stable when it is inserted into this cliff?"
When everyone saw that Mo Ming, a swordsman in the Hedao period, failed, they felt that no one could pull out the Taibai Sword. No wonder Fang Xiuyang was so calm from beginning to end. It must be that many disciples of the Yitian Ten Thousand Swords Sect had tried it before.
Just when everyone was about to give up their unrealistic fantasies, the sword cultivator disciples of the Yitian Wanjian Sect were still eager to try.
"The sword intent does not match. No matter how high the cultivation level is, I cannot draw the long sword. If you think about the white sword, you still have to look at the sword cultivator who is the same sect as the Jiu Jianxian. Since all fellow Taoists have given up drawing the sword, let us disciples of the Yitian Ten Thousand Swords Sect do it ourselves!"
Yan Fei had long been unable to hold back. After saying these unceremonious words, he flew straight to the cliff and grabbed the hilt of Taibai's sword to stimulate the sword intent.
Everyone's eyes gathered at Yan Fei on the cliff.
After Yan Fei stimulated the sword intent, he pulled it hard, and the Taibai sword was not moving.
The second pull, the third pull... After pulling it for more than a dozen times, Yan Fei's face became stiffer and stiffer. Finally, he gritted his teeth and flew to the ground like a monk from the outer sect.
Sensing Fang Xiuyang's faint glance, Yan Fei was almost ashamed.