Who asked him to cultivate immortality!

Lu Yang woke up leisurely and found himself lying on the ground, with Yun Mengmeng looking at him with concern.

"How long have I been unconscious?" Lu Yang's mind was a little confused. He only remembered that he was beaten to exhaustion and then lost consciousness.

"Ten breaths." Yun Mengmeng lived a careless life and was never very sensitive to time.

"Lu Yang, take this elixir." The elder of Jianlou also rushed over and quickly took out the best elixir to help Lu Yang recover.

The elixir is refreshing and refreshing in the mouth. When swallowed, the whole body feels like being immersed in water, feeling cool and comfortable.

Lu Yang woke up and was helped up by Yun Mengmeng. He meditated on the spot, ran his exercises, adjusted his breathing rate, and was soon able to move freely.

The intensity of his mental power is comparable to that of the combined stage, and he can quickly return to normal after it is exhausted.

As a fairy sword spirit, Mingtai recovered quickly.

"Senior Brother Lu Yang, I admire you." Mingtai came over and said. He used all his trump cards in the battle just now and still lost to Lu Yang. He was convinced that he lost.

This is also the character of all swordsmen. They are straight-forward. If you win, you will win. If you lose, you will lose. There is nothing to be embarrassed to admit.

"No, it's just a fluke." Lu Yang said modestly. The Ten Thousand Swords Guizong he finally used was just an attempt, and the success or failure was divided into 50 and 50.

After watching that battle, many sword cultivators had some insights and did not dare to delay, so they meditated on the spot.

The opportunity was rare, and the trip to the sword library that was originally planned to start after the sword questioning session had to be postponed. The elders of the sword tower took action and arranged formations to protect the sword cultivators from outside interference and maximize their ability to gain more insights.

The sword cultivators were all in retreat, but Lu Yang was the most idle one.

"Speaking of which, Mingtai's Hanguang Sword can turn invisible. Doesn't my Qingfeng Sword have some other uses?"

Lu Yang looked at the Qingfeng Sword carefully. The Hanguang Sword was just an immortal treasure. His own Qingfeng Sword was a serious immortal weapon and was Wu Yao's sword. Logically speaking, it should not only be of high quality, but also should have some special functions. right.

"Yes, isn't this sword quite spacious inside? Other swords don't have this treatment." The sword spirit of Qingfeng Sword said.

"What do you mean... wait, Fairy, are you saying there is still space in the Qingfeng Sword?" Lu Yang reacted.

The Immortal Fairy rolled her eyes: "Otherwise, where do you think I live?"

Lu Yangxin said, Fairy, you have great magical powers. I thought you were really attached to the Qingfeng Sword.

You have moved in.

"Wait, I will pull you in."

The Immortal Fairy felt that Xiao Yangzi was too stupid to even enter the house, so she might as well pull him in directly.

Lu Yang disappeared without a trace, and the Qingfeng sword fell to the ground with a clang.

"Is this the inner space of Qingfeng Sword?" Lu Yang turned around in surprise and looked around.

"To be precise, this is called Qingfeng Sword's own small world." The Immortal Fairy used more professional words.

In the small world of Qingfengjian, it is full of spiritual energy, high mountains and flowing water, beautiful environment, isolated from the world, like a paradise.

Lu Yang was standing on the bamboo raft, going down the river, and the mountains receded like a slide.

The bamboo raft was made by Immortal Fairy when she was bored when she was a sword spirit. For this purpose, she cut down a large number of trees.

"How's it going?" The Immortal Fairy said proudly, not knowing whether he was showing off this small world or the bamboo raft he made with his own hands.

"That boy named Wu Yao is quite capable. He made the Qingfeng Sword look decent."

"This small space has always been there?" Lu Yang was surprised. He didn't expect that he had always underestimated Qingfeng Sword.

"It is true that it has always been there, but it was in the sealing stage before and you couldn't get in. It was only after you reached the level of cultivation that you opened the seal and entered here."

Lu Yang felt a little comforted. It was because the seal had not been broken, and it was not because he was ignorant: "When was the seal broken?"

"When you are in the Nascent Soul stage."

"..."

Lu Yang looked at the Immortal Fairy faintly, the meaning in his eyes was self-evident.

Immortal Fairy was embarrassed by the Minister of Zhu Kingdom, and said with a smile: "I don't think I thought Xiao Yangzi, you know that Qingfeng Sword has space, so you are too lazy to come in."

"After all, apart from the beautiful scenery, there is nothing interesting about this place."

Lu Yang thought about it, he didn't need any small world to carry around.

If there was a small portable world in the previous life, every flower and grass here would be a magical elixir, and if you take out any one, it would be an astonishing wealth.

Otherwise, it is to farm in a small world, where there is abundant spiritual energy. If you get the seeds here, they will definitely mutate, and then take them to the outside world to shock everyone.

It's a pity that I didn't have a small world in my previous life. I only had one when I traveled to the world of cultivating immortals, which was useless.

Lu Yang turned around in Qingfeng Sword and left Qingfeng Sword.

In the past half day or so, the sword cultivators had finished their retreat one after another, communicating with each other and feeling deeply rewarded.

The value of this Sword Asking Ceremony is that once you understand it, it can be compared to years of kendo insights. The battle between Lu Yang and Mingtai allowed them to see the path of kendo in the future.

The sword cultivators found Lu Yang and Mingtai one after another and expressed their gratitude. Xue Shilou and Kun Qiu were among them.

After the last sword cultivator finished his retreat, the owner of the building announced the start of the third and final part of the ceremony.

"Everyone should have heard that the spiritual swords left by the sages of the past generations are stored in the sword library of our sword tower. When you enter the sword library, if there is a fate, the spirit swords will follow you and leave. You will be recognized as the master of our sword tower. Don’t block it.”

"When your fate is exhausted, our sword house will take back the spiritual swords."

"If there is no chance, please don't force me. I know that some of you are born with supernatural powers and can pull out the spiritual sword forcefully."

"If this arouses the wrath of the Spirit Sword people and causes any accidents, the Jian Tower will not be responsible."

All the sword cultivators praised the righteousness of the sword tower. Even if other swordsmanship sects had spirit swords, they would rather consume the spirit of the spirit swords than give them to outsiders for use.

"Since you have no objections, then just let me do it."

The owner of the building was at the front, leading everyone into the lower part of the sword building.

All the sword cultivators were very nervous. Recognizing the master of a spiritual sword depends on fate, and has nothing to do with realm or talent. There are many examples of this in history: a certain ordinary monk was recognized as the master of a spiritual sword with a great background. From then on, Become an ordinary swordsman of a generation.

The sword library is a huge hollow, as if someone used a sword to carve out a space under the sword tower. It has no decorations and is quite primitive. There is only a top-quality night-light pearl on the top, which has been shining for ten thousand years, providing a light source for the sword library. .

Various spiritual swords are inserted randomly in the sword library, some on the ground and some on the wall. This is not because the sword building does not care about the spiritual swords, but because these spiritual swords like to be arranged like this.

"I don't know how many spiritual swords will recognize their owners this time." An elder said.

The landlord on the side said: "Maybe there is not even one."

"Ah? Why?" The elder was puzzled.

The owner of Guan looked at Mingtai who walked into the sword library and said quietly: "Don't forget Mingtai's identity, the supreme sword, the eldest brother of all spiritual swords. To him, the sword library is no different from the harem."