A small independent cultivator without any sect or school, but made a deal with the Heavenly Dao

Chapter 213 Fighting for the Spirit Sword

When Xuan Shang rushed over, he found that it was indeed Pei Cangli's elixir that had such an effect.

It seems that she has appeared here before, but now she is gone again.

I don't know who will find Pei Cangli first, him or Si Yunzhou? If he meets Pei Cangli by chance once more, he will be able to unlock all his memories.

Thinking of this, Xuan Shang changed his appearance and hid his cultivation. He just had to wait for Pei Cangli on the road that she had to pass. This could be considered an encounter.

But this secret realm is neither big nor small, and it is difficult to calculate where Pei Cangli might go?

Suddenly, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth seemed to be summoned by some supreme power and gathered madly towards a valley.

In an instant, many cultivators who were originally searching for opportunities in various places in the secret realm were attracted by this strange phenomenon and rushed towards the place where the spiritual treasure appeared like a tide.

Xuan Shang was still thinking about where Pei Cangli might go when he heard a group of cultivators in front of him shouting that the spiritual treasure was coming out.

Considering the appearance of spiritual treasures, even if Pei Cangli did not go, most of the cultivators in this secret realm would go there. If he asked around there, he might get something out of it.

When Xuan Shang arrived, many cultivators had already arrived.

I saw that above the valley, the spiritual energy was like materialized colorful clouds, constantly rolling and surging, making bursts of low roars, like the roar of an ancient beast.

In the clouds, there was a faint glow of light, which was just a few dots at first, and then became brighter and brighter, as if it was going to illuminate the entire secret realm.

In an instant, a blinding golden light suddenly shot out from the place where the spiritual energy was most concentrated, breaking through the sky. The light was so strong that everyone had to raise their hands to shield their eyes.

When the light dimmed slightly, everyone looked closely and saw a magical treasure hanging in the air.

This spiritual treasure is shaped like an ancient sword, with runes flowing on the sword body, as if it has life and each flash of the rune exudes a majestic fluctuation of spiritual power.

The scabbard is inlaid with several unknown gems, each of which emits a cold and mysterious light, as if hiding endless secrets.

A golden thread was wrapped around the hilt, with a small bell tied to the end of the thread.

As the breeze blew, the bells swayed gently, making a clear and pleasant sound, but this sound seemed to bring a shock that went straight into the soul to everyone's ears.

When the magical treasure appeared, the air in the entire secret realm seemed to freeze.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the treasure that exuded endless charm and powerful power. They were amazed and felt an irresistible desire to possess it.

The first one to rush forward was a middle-aged monk in a black robe, staring at the magic sword with burning eyes.

Without saying a word, he rushed towards the spirit sword, trying to take it for himself first.

However, just as he was about to touch the spirit sword, a sharp sword energy attacked from the side, and a young monk in white clothes tried to stop him.

"Hmph! It's not that easy to keep such a treasure for yourself!" The young man in white snorted coldly, swung the sword in his hand, and instantly engaged in battle with the black-robed monk.

The spiritual powers of the two people continued to collide, causing bursts of roars and making the surrounding air chaotic.

Soon after, several more monks arrived and rushed forward.

Seeing this, a big man with a face full of flesh grinned and said, "Haha, stop fighting, this magic sword belongs to me!"

After saying that, he swung the axe in his hand and rushed towards the two people who were fighting. With one swing of the axe, he brought up a strong wind pressure, forcing the black-robed monk and the white-robed young man to temporarily avoid the attack.

Not far away, an elegant female monk also appeared quietly, her beautiful eyes fixed on the spirit sword.

He gently waved the magic weapon in his hand, and a soft light flew out, instantly turning into ropes, wrapping around the spirit sword, trying to bind it and then slowly collect it.

But just as the rope was about to touch the spirit sword, a thin monk in gray appeared like a ghost.

He swung the dagger in his hand and easily cut the rope. Then he flashed and quickly approached the spirit sword.

For a moment, this originally peaceful place completely turned into a battlefield for the monks.

The light of spiritual power flickered continuously, the sound of magic weapons colliding came one after another, and the shouts of killing and angry curses were intertwined.

Some monks formed temporary alliances to fight against other robbers together, while others fought alone, relying on their own powerful strength to charge forward.

Everyone knows that once they obtain this magic sword, their strength will be greatly increased.

In order to take a more solid step on the path of cultivating immortals, even if it costs one's life, one is not willing to give up the fight for it easily.

This was the scene that Pei Cangli and Qingming saw when they arrived.

"Sister, do you like that sword? I can get it for you."

Pei Cangli looked at the cultivators who were constantly fighting for the opportunity and shook her head. Forget it, she was not a sword cultivator.

But with so many people competing for it, she would not give up if there was a chance to get a bargain.

"Let's not leave yet, let's see if there's any chance to pick up a bargain. Although I'm not a swordsman, I can get a good sword and sell it in the future, or exchange it for materials."

After listening to Pei Cangli's words, Qingming accompanied her to watch the cultivators fighting back and forth.

It’s just a sword, and no one has got it after so long of fighting for it. Qingming thinks these people are too weak.

Soon, a man flew up, pushed all the other people aside, and reached out to take the spiritual sword.

The spirit sword seemed to have just woken up. When it saw someone coming to catch it, it ran away on its own. This time, everyone scrambled for it even more fiercely.

Once you possess a sword that has intelligence, your strength will be greatly enhanced.

Originally, the place where Pei Cangli and Qingming were standing was still far away from the location of the magic sword, but unexpectedly, the magic sword flew towards them.

At this time, everyone noticed Pei Cangli and Qingming. The monk who had the axe shouted, "Get out of the way, or I won't be able to put away my axe in time."

Qing Ming sneered, flicked his finger lightly, and the man's axe flew straight out.

It was impossible not to be noticed this time. Even Xuan Shang looked over here, looking at the two cultivators, a man and a woman.

Xuan Shang felt that the look in the female monk's eyes looked very familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen her before.

Seeing the spirit sword flying towards her, Pei Cangli reached out and tried to grab it, but unexpectedly the spirit sword flew straight into her hand.

As if they were waiting for her to use it, all the people who were trying to snatch the spirit sword stopped and looked at Pei Cangli and Qing Ming.

Although Qingming's cultivation was still at the Foundation Establishment Stage, the skill he displayed still shocked everyone.

Although Pei Cangli's cultivation level could not be seen clearly at the moment, she could easily let the spiritual sword fall into her hands, making these cultivators more cautious.

No one wanted to be the first to go up and serve as cannon fodder, but no one wanted the spiritual sword to be taken away by Pei Cangli.