The demon witch is her white moonlight

Chapter 200

Le Xiaoyi had a general understanding of the rules of the Jianshan Trial, so he took a step towards the depths.

Behind her, disciples from other sects continued to enter Jianshan, but they didn't meet each other. They just looked at each other indifferently, and then separated and moved forward.

There are also quite a few disciples like the previous one who didn't understand the situation and picked up unimportant things at random, thus giving up the qualification for the Jianshan trial.

Le Xiaoyi walked for a while, and the people around him were all heading in different directions. There were fewer and fewer people. Suddenly, there was a strange wave in the space. .

As soon as the scenery changed, Le Xiaoyi stopped and looked around.

She was still in Sword Mountain, but when she came, the whirlpool like a sky behind her had turned into a small dot.

Not far away, there were two disciples of the Maiyuan realm fighting for the second-grade sword, and there were also people like her just now, who disappeared from the spot after running, and went to nowhere.

Le Xiaoyi observed carefully and finally found the clue.

It turns out that there are many small whirlpools in the air. These whirlpools are connected to other places in Jianshan Mountain. Le Xiaoyi doesn't know where they lead.

Every vortex looks exactly the same, presumably some are sent forward, and some are retreated, maybe whoever gets lucky can directly borrow these small vortexes to go to the depths of Jianshan Mountain.

But it does not rule out a considerable chance, accidentally returning to the original point, and all efforts go to waste.

At that moment just now, she was teleported to her current position by the small vortex that suddenly appeared.

The deeper you go, the more obvious the movement of air in the air fluctuates, and there are more and more small eddies, which become denser and denser.

Afterwards, every step Le Xiaoyi took, he had to carefully avoid the small whirlpools coming from all directions. Once he touched it, he didn't know where he would be sent.

The weapons stacked around have gradually changed from useless knives and swords to second-grade swords. Occasionally, one or two second-grade swords will appear, which can immediately cause looting.

In the Sword God Sect, there are not many outer disciples who dare to go down the mountain like Le Xiaoyi and He Yunlu. The swords they wear on weekdays are for contribution tasks and they are exchanged for task points.

The second-grade sword is the best quality weapon that disciples of the Maiyuan realm can get.

The conditions of the inner disciples are better than those of the outer disciples, but the quality of the swords exchanged by the contribution tasks is the highest and only inferior to the third rank.

Disciples who have the support of their families or teachers behind them may have other ways to obtain higher-quality swords, but most of the disciples who practice step by step rarely have such a blessing.

The reason for this is that the swords above the third rank have sword souls, and it is extremely difficult to train the sword souls. The number of third rank swords is greatly reduced compared with the second rank, almost less than one percent of the second rank swords.

When a weapon reaches the third rank or above, it can be called a magic weapon. If some low-level families can obtain a third-rank magic weapon, the prestige of their power in the Jianghu will immediately become different.

Therefore, in the sect, except for a few exceptionally outstanding inner disciples and elders who have made great contributions to the sect, who can receive magic treasures of grade three or above, ordinary disciples can only envy and covet.

After some people's cultivation has improved, they gradually turn to fighting with bare hands because they have no weapons at hand.

This is true for the Sword God Sect as the master sword cultivator, not to mention other sects with more scarce resources, so no one wants to miss the opportunity to obtain higher-quality weapons at no cost during the Jianshan Trial.

Tens of miles ahead, Luo Qingyuan, who had nothing to do, walked through the densely packed swords and swords, raising her eyes to look around from time to time.

She looked over the sword mountain and wandered among the scattered crowd, as if she was looking for opportunities like everyone else, but the people around her were all looking for treasures, and only she was looking for people.

On the way, several disciples of Sword God Sect who knew Luo Qingyuan tried to talk to her, asking Luo Qingyuan if she would go with her, but Luo Qingyuan refused.

After two days of this, Luo Qingyuan, who was bored, finally saw a light in her eyes.

Zuo Shixuan, who was doing nothing like her, walked forward slowly, and occasionally a sword with a better shape passed through her field of vision. Looking at its quality again, she shook her head again.

Luo Qingyuan looked at her from afar, walked two quick steps forward, and at the moment when Zuo Shixuan raised her eyes, her body was ahead of her consciousness, her steps stopped, and she turned around smoothly.

It just so happened that there was a disciple of Yueqing Ju East Courtyard nearby, and when he saw Luo Qingyuan turning her head, he happily waved to Luo Qingyuan: "Senior Sister Luo!"

The sound spread far away, even if Zuo Shixuan didn't notice her just now, she should have noticed by now, Luo Qingyuan thought.

She was thinking about other things in her heart, her eyes were a little wandering, so she didn't deliberately keep a straight face.

The little disciple saw that her expression was gentle, not as cold and serious as before, and it was rare to meet acquaintances in this sword mountain, so he bravely walked over, bowed to Luo Qingyuan, and invited her to hunt for treasure together.

"Sorry." Luo Qingyuan came back to her senses, lowered her eyes and rejected the little disciple's invitation.

The little disciple panicked and quickly waved his hands: "No, no, Senior Sister Luo doesn't need to apologize, I was the one who was rude."

After saying that, he turned around and ran away.

Luo Qingyuan breathed a sigh of relief, and walked away.

At the same time, count silently in my heart, one, two, three...

"Senior Sister Luo." Zuo Shixuan's voice sounded behind her.

Luo Qingyuan paused, raised the corners of her eyes slightly, raised the corners of her mouth, and then returned to her usual look before turning around, looking at Zuo Shixuan pretending to be surprised: "Senior Sister Zuo?"

Zuo Shixuan looked at the junior brother who had already run away, with a warm smile on her face, first said hello politely, and then said: "Did Senior Sister Luo gain something in these two days?"

"Unlucky." Luo Qingyuan pursed her lips, her tone was flat, and she seemed unhappy.

Facing Zuo Shixuan, she didn't need to deliberately pretend at all, the nervousness overwhelmed her, and she naturally turned cold.

"That's it." The corners of Zuo Shixuan's lips raised slightly. Compared with Luo Qingyuan's indifferent and indifferent, her smile is like a spring breeze, "My luck is also bad. I haven't gained anything in the past two days. I don't know if Senior Sister Luo is willing Appreciate your face, let's go for a walk together?"

Zuo Shixuan, like Luo Qingyuan, came to Jianshan not obsessed with powerful magic weapons. Their own sabers are all second-tier and third-tier swords. For acquired warriors, the second-tier third-tier weapons are completely sufficient.

Besides, there are weapon souls hidden in high-quality magic weapons. If it is not for destiny, it is difficult for them to surrender with their current strength. The conditions are much better than ordinary people.

So they said it was bad luck, but none of them really cared about it. Only they knew what the purpose of entering Jianshan was.

Luo Qingyuan secretly glanced at Zuo Shixuan, her gaze stayed on Zuo Shixuan's gentle side face for a short while, and then she responded indifferently: "Alright."

I don't know if it was her illusion, but the corners of Zuo Shixuan's mouth seemed to lift up a little.

When they went to Jianshan Mountain alone, their luck was not very good, and they didn't even see a decent weapon in two days.

Unexpectedly, when the two met and walked side by side for a short distance, the erratic eyes that deliberately did not look at each other gathered from thousands of ordinary iron swords to a long sword with a strange breath.

The sword body is about three feet long, the silver blade has a restrained edge, and on the edge of the sword spine, there are two deep blue blood grooves that look like thorns and are sunken.

It is not obvious what kind of metal this sword is made of, but it stands out among many first-grade iron swords, and it is obvious at a glance.

"It's a third-grade sword." Zuo Shixuan raised her eyebrows, "This sword is cold in nature, and it's very suitable for Senior Sister Luo's Heart Asking Sword Art. Do you want to try Sister Luo?"

Luo Qingyuan didn't intend to try it, but instead looked at Zuo Shixuan: "Senior Sister Zuo's practice of Twelve Qingyue is also a mental method of coldness, why don't Sister Zuo try it?"

Zuo Shixuan and Luo Qingyuan looked at each other for a moment, and Zuo Shixuan took the lead to look back: "Third-grade swords are hard to come by, and the mentality I cultivated does not have such strict requirements on swords. This sword is more suitable for Senior Sister Luo."

Luo Qingyuan wanted to say something more, when suddenly a black shadow passed by the two of them, and grabbed the hilt of the sword first: "Since the two sisters don't want this sword, why don't you give it to the younger brother?! "

The person who came was dressed in black, and he called himself Junior Brother, but with the stubble around his mouth, he looked more than twice as old as Zuo Shixuan and the other two.

The corners of Zuo Shixuan's upturned mouth maintained a kind smile, but her eyes turned cold. She looked at this shameless man who appeared out of nowhere, and asked gently: "This junior, you should always talk about first come, first served, right?" ?”

Even if it's something they don't want, it's not his turn to grab it, let alone they didn't say no, and even cut it in front of them?

"You can't say that with my sister." The man called one sister at a time, with sharp lips and monkey cheeks, and an indescribable smile, "Since it's a treasure hunt, of course it's for those who can. Since I don’t want any of them, Junior Brother would like to thank the two sisters for their generosity!”

There are a lot of people coming to Jianshan Mountain today, he can go out immediately after taking this sword away, there are huge crowds of people on the Sword Asking Stage, where did Zuo Shixuan and Luo Qingyuan go to find him, besides, after going out, there are elders in the clan to protect him, He is not afraid at all.

Luo Qingyuan also turned cold. Who does this shameless person call sister?

Seeing that Luo Qingyuan was about to draw her sword, Zuo Shixuan suddenly reached out to stop her, and the man who came out of the way clenched the hilt of the sword, laughed and drew back, and ran tens of feet away in a blink of an eye.

"Senior Sister Zuo?" Luo Qingyuan pressed the hilt of her sword and looked at Zuo Shixuan in confusion.

Zuo Shixuan raised her chin forward.

Luo Qingyuan followed her gaze, and saw that the man's body in mid-air twitched without warning, and fell to the ground with a scream.

Then the space fluctuated, and the man was teleported away from the sword mountain, and the third-grade sword was lying on the ground in good condition.

Luo Qingyuan was taken aback for a moment, but soon realized that she couldn't laugh or cry.

This person really has no common sense, he doesn't even know that there is a sword soul in the third-grade sword. He tried to take the sword easily, but was devastated by the sword soul. Shanzhong left.

Zuo Shixuan chuckled indifferently, and said to Luo Qingyuan: "This sword has a spirit, it's not for you and me to decide, why don't you try your luck? Sister Luo, come first."

That's the point of the conversation, if you hesitate any longer, the scene just now will happen again, and Luo Qingyuan will no longer refuse.

She walked towards the sword and said in her heart, if she can take the sword away, it should be given to her by Zuo Shixuan.

Thinking of it this way, my mood suddenly brightened.