Naturally, Ye Murin and Ye Feiran didn't know about the pitch-black sword, so they squatted down to study it.
"Qing, Ming, Jian? Mu Lin, have you heard of it?" Ye Feiran raised his eyebrows and asked.
Ye Murin glanced at the word Qingmingjian, then looked at Ye Feiran, and said with a smile, "Ran'er's luck is really enviable."
Ye Feiran: "?"
Is this Qingming sword a divine weapon?
"Tell me, is it an artifact?"
Ye Feiran's anxious look made the corners of Ye Mulin's lips curve even wider.
"It's a divine weapon, and according to ancient records, the Qingming Sword is one of the top ten dark weapons."
One of the top ten necromancers!
Hearing this, Ye Feiran's eyes widened all of a sudden, "One of the top ten dark weapons, that's great! Mu Lin, I think the Qingming Sword is very suitable for Ah Xuan, what do you think?"
Ye Murin nodded, "I also think it suits her very well."
Ye Feixuan used to be a sword cultivator, her master was one of the five great sword gods, and she herself was also known as the little girl sword god.
Now that she has become a ghost cultivator after her fall, Qingming Sword is naturally very suitable for her.
Before her fall, Ye Feiran could be recognized by the ancient sword Bingxue, and her swordsmanship attainments were naturally not low, but because she worshiped the alchemy god as her teacher and was a goddess of the two realms, these rays of light directly covered up her swordsmanship.
Of course, this is her strategy, so that she can pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger.
Now that Ye Feiran is recognized by so many famous swordsmen, it is naturally related to her talent in swordsmanship.
What Ye Murin was thinking, Ye Feiran didn't know, she was very happy looking at Qing Mingjian, but at the same time she also thought of a question.
"The Qingming Sword is a divine weapon and one of the top ten dark weapons, so it must be a famous sword, but doesn't the famous sword choose its owner? Can Axuan recognize the owner directly with a drop of blood?"
Ye Murin reached out and rubbed Ye Feiran's head, and said soothingly, "Don't worry, Ran'er, Ye Feixuan will definitely be approved by Qing Mingjian, and I have a guess."
Ye Feiran looked up at Ye Murin, "What guess?"
Ye Mulin glanced at the Qingming Sword on the ground, and then slowly said, "It may be because of you that the Qingming Sword can see the light of day again, if you don't want it, it may be sealed under the lake again.
So if it doesn't want to be sealed at the bottom of the lake, it has to choose one person as the master, and Ye Feixuan is its best choice at present. "
Ye Feiran blinked, startled by Ye Murin's guess.
"Murin, why did you come up with such a guess?"
Ye Murin was silent for a while, "I guessed like this when I saw the Qingming Sword, I'm not sure if it's true."
Ye Feiran thought of the unspoken things between them, and nodded lightly, "I believe what you said is the truth."
So, she directly said to Qingming Sword on the ground, "Qingming Divine Sword, I am a human cultivator, you cannot show your brilliance in my hands, but my sister is a ghost cultivator, and she will definitely get your approval."
Qing Mingjian didn't respond, because it was still in shock, and it couldn't imagine why the man Xiu in front of him would guess its situation.
This lake is really weird. Since it fell into this lake, it has been trying to find a way to see the sun again.
At the beginning, it found that it could not leave the lake, so it stared at the cultivator who dived into the lake. After waiting for a long time, it met a cultivator who barely caught his eye. As a result, like the previous cultivator, he was besieged by ghosts after going down the lake , and then became one of the ghosts.
As more and more practitioners turned into ghosts, it even began to suspect that it would never see the light of day again.
As time passed, it just started to fall apart, not obsessed with seeing the light of day again, just thinking about letting nature take its course.
Then, it waited for Ye Feiran to come, and when Ye Feiran was fishing, it had a premonition that this cultivator could take it out of the lake and realize its dream of seeing the sun again.
When this premonition is at its strongest, it drives a phantom to its aid. Gale novel
In the end, its premonition was not wrong, it really left this lake that didn't know how to seal it.
And the moment it left the lake, there seemed to be a voice telling it that only if it chooses the master can it leave here completely.
In short, now not only is the lake full of weirdness, but it also feels that the two people in front of him are also very strange in cultivation. They are by no means ordinary practitioners.
Ye Feiran naturally didn't know Qing Mingjian's shock, so he picked it up directly.
"Hiss, it's so cold!"
The next moment, she immediately let go, and the Qingming sword fell to the ground again.
Qing Mingjian: "..."
Knowing that it is a divine sword, or one of the top ten dark weapons, she still treats it like this.
However, it didn't dare to act rashly, otherwise Ye Feiran would throw it back into the lake when he got angry.
In this case, when will it wait for a second cultivator who can easily take it away from the lake?
Therefore, Qing Mingjian continued to remain silent.
Seeing this, Ye Murin at the side naturally felt distressed, and immediately stepped forward to warm her hands.
Ye Feiran looked at the man in front of him with a smile on his face, and asked softly, "Mu Lin, you said we continue fishing, can we still catch other ghost weapons?"
Ye Mulin wasn't sure, "You can try."
Ye Feiran rolled his eyes, "Mu Lin, why don't you go fishing this time, I think your luck is also good."
"OK!"
When Ye Murin started fishing, Ye Feiran's consciousness covered the entire bamboo forest.
Hao Zicun, Sikong Jing, and Ye Han still maintained their previous postures, but their expressions were different, and they should be accepting a test or something.
Ye Feixuan and Youyouzi are also being tested, but they are facing a dark bead that exudes a ghostly aura and looks very strange.
Soon, a month passed, and the bored Ye Murin and Ye Feiran took turns fishing, but they didn't catch anything except Qing Mingjian.
At this time, whether it was Hao Zicun, Sikong Jing and Ye Han, or Ye Feixuan and Youyouzi, their spiritual senses were all bounced back, which meant that the test of Zhulin and the two of them was over.
When Ye Murin and Ye Feiran came back dragging the Qingming Sword, they heard Hao Zicun's regretful voice.
"Hey, how did the consciousness bounce back? My test has only reached the eighth level!"
"I am also the eighth level." Sikong Jing said in a muffled voice.
Hearing what they said, Ye Han also said, "I'm in the ninth level."
Hearing this, Hao Zicun and Sikong Jing looked at Ye Han at the same time with envious expressions on their faces.
However, soon they looked frustrated again.
"None of us passed the test, so it's equivalent to gaining nothing."
Murong Lingji glanced at them and said with a smile, "Not necessarily."
"Not necessarily?" Hao Zicun raised his thick eyebrows, and immediately asked, "Brother Murong, what do you mean by that?"
As a result, as soon as the words fell, the Unnamed Monument flashed with light, and when the light dissipated, a silver spear appeared in everyone's sight.
At the same time, the breath of a fairy-level spiritual weapon also emitted.
"Immortal, Immortal Level Spirit Artifact!"
The three of Hao Zicun looked surprised, and then the three of them looked at each other in blank dismay.
"Whose reward is this for?"
However, none of the three received any news.
In the end, Hao Zicun and Sikong Jing glanced at each other, and then looked at Ye Han.
"Miss Ye, it should be your reward!"
Ye Han also looked confused, and subconsciously looked at Murong Lingji who was beside him.
Facing Ye Han's eyes asking for help, Murong Lingji immediately said, "Han'er, go and see if you can pick it up?"
Hearing this, Ye Han hurried forward, grabbing the silver spear with his slender hands, but the silver spear didn't move at all.
"I can't hold it."
"If you can't take it, it's not your reward." Murong Lingji said.
At this time, Hao Zicun and Sikong Jing also understood what was going on, and they couldn't help rubbing their hands together.
Who wouldn't want a fairy-level spiritual weapon!
"Sikong, I think the silver spear is tailor-made for me, so you go first." Hao Zicun said.
Sikong Jing was speechless for a while, but she seemed to feel that there was some truth to it, but she didn't want to regret it, so she went forward and tried to pick up the silver spear.
