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Chapter 378 Junior Brother is using his waist to exchange for magic weapon again (25)

Xiang Wenshan's complexion, which had just improved, suddenly turned dark again.

When Wei Canyang saw this situation, he felt that he had finally found an opportunity to humiliate Xing Chen and he must not miss it.

He took two steps forward and stood in front of Xing Chen.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Xing Chen gave him a cold look and said, "Get out of the way."

Wei Canyang immediately became excited and quickly asked others to watch the show.

"Hey, everyone, come and take a look. Come and take a look. This person who doesn't even have spiritual roots and can't even refine his qi, now actually wants to pull out the Wushuang Sword."

The other disciples of Cangwu Peak also responded.

"Really? Where does your face come from? Do you have any self-awareness?"

"None of us wanted to pull them out, but he still wanted to pull them out."

"Isn't this just asking for trouble?"

Wei Canyang listened to everyone agreeing with him and had already put the previous events behind him. He looked at Xing Chen with a provocative look and became more and more proud.

"That's right. He just can't stand seeing others happy. He just felt that what Senior Brother Wenshan and Junior Sister said just now was recognized by everyone, so he was not happy. So he wanted to do the opposite and wanted to be the most unique and eye-catching one."

Another disciple nearby sneered, "It's not uncommon to have such a mind, but one must always know one's own worth, otherwise one will only be laughed at."

"I've lived like a joke before, do you still think it's not enough?"

Xing Chen seemed to be unable to hear the sarcasm, and kept saying, "Get out of the way."

Wei Canyang sneered: "I won't let you do anything to me. Are you going to find your mistress to help you out again?"

Yan Qianqian looked at Xing Chen with complicated eyes.

She had noticed that Xing Chen had been ignoring her these past few days.

The man who used to follow her around whenever she was called upon no longer seemed to take her seriously.

She had always enjoyed the feeling of Ji Xingchen's face bowing down before her.

Her vanity could be greatly satisfied.

If you think about it carefully, this kind of satisfaction is actually the same feeling you get when Xiang Wenshan favors her and the other junior sisters cast envious glances at her.

For some reason, Yan Qianqian suddenly remembered the time when they were still children.

At that time, everyone's minds were not fully focused on cultivation, and they did not think that cultivating immortals was that important. They ran around the mountain madly and played, and were finally punished by their father.

It turns out that time was once clear and simple.

When did all this change?

Yan Qianqian suddenly turned her head, with no expression on her face, looking at Wei Canyang and said, "Junior Brother, please get out of the way."

Wei Canyang looked at her in shock: "Why?"

"We chose not to draw our swords, and he has the right to make his own choice."

"But……"

"Okay, get out of the way."

Wei Canyang stamped his feet and reluctantly moved away to make way.

"Okay, get out of the way if you want. Let him see what a joke he is."

Xing Chen was too lazy to pay attention to him. He just thought silently in his heart, "May Elder Cangming bless me."

Even though I have no face to begin with, I must not embarrass myself this time.

He was a little nervous in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. He walked to the front of the Wushuang Sword and raised his hand to grasp the hilt.

At that moment, it seemed as if a vast force hit his hands, but it did not push his hands away, but instead stuck his hands to the hilt of the sword.

Xing Chen felt something in his heart and raised his hand to pull it hard.

The magic sword hidden in the hilt, which had not seen the light of day for many years, suddenly came out of its sheath.

The sword emitted a sharp buzzing sound, and the flash of light on the sharp blade passed through every pair of eyes present.

Except for Xuan Luo and Xing Chen himself, everyone's eyes widened in disbelief at that moment.

"How...how is it possible?"

Wei Canyang's eyes were originally big, like copper bells, and now his eye sockets were about to burst from staring.

"Pull it out, pull it out..."

"Even Senior Brother Wen Shan couldn't pull out the sword, but Ji Xingchen actually pulled it out!"

"But Ji Xingchen has no spiritual power at all, how could he pull it out?"

"Is this sword spirit so weird that it would choose a mortal as its master?"

"Look, this is the Wushuang Sword. It is indeed extraordinary."

"..."

Xiang Wenshan stood there in a daze, as if he was struck by lightning in an instant.

He just couldn't believe it, and in the end it was Ji Xingchen who pulled out the sword.

"You cheated!" He shouted sharply, not caring about anything else. He only had a mean face and gnashed his teeth as he pressed towards Xing Chen, "Tell me, what did you do?"

Xing Chen shook his arm and swung his sword across in front of him. The sharp sword energy forced Wen Shan to retreat three steps in a row.

Xing Chen raised his eyes and looked at Xiang Wenshan with pride.

The huge aura on his body made him look like he was standing on a high place, looking down at everyone. How could he look like a little disciple without spiritual power?

"Cheating?" He sneered nonchalantly, "You cultivators have been trying so hard for so many years but still can't draw your swords. Why don't you think of a way to cheat?"

"You don't like it?"

"So what if I cheat? Pulling out the sword is my ability. Why don't you try to cheat?"

Xiang Wenshan retorted in panic: "If you pull it out like this, Elder Cangming will also disqualify you. You are not worthy of being Wushuang's master!"

Xingchen laughed out loud.

Not worthy of being Wushuang’s master?

Not to mention Wushuang, he is even qualified to be the master of Elder Cangming.

"Really?" Xing Chen turned around and deftly pulled out the scabbard that Wushuang had buried on the ground. Sand and dirt fell off the scabbard, and soon there was not a grain of sand left on the hilt. "I'm not worthy, but are you?"

He sheathed the sword with such skillful movements.

Even Xingchen himself was in a trance for a moment.

It seemed as if during a long period of time that he had forgotten, drawing and sheathing the sword had become such skillful movements for him that they had long been developed into muscle memory.

He held the sword, walked to Xiang Wenshan, and gently raised his lips.

"Senior Brother Wenshan is not only good at swordsmanship, but he also seems to be good at dreaming."

At that moment, the young man's spirited face was projected onto the water curtain.

Inside the Lingxiao Palace, the elders were once again silent due to shock, as if they had truly seen the young man's appearance for the first time.

Under that extremely beautiful and gorgeous appearance, there is actually a soul that looks down upon the world with pride.

"I've seen this young disciple before. He can't become an immortal without spiritual roots. Although he's good-looking, he always keeps his brows down and looks inferior. How come he suddenly becomes a different person?" an elder asked puzzledly.

Everyone looked at Elder Haoran.

Elder Haoran himself was also at a loss.

Originally, it was a great joy that his disciple had pulled out the unparalleled sword, but now he couldn't be happy at all.

Before this, Ji Xingchen had no sense of existence other than the fact that he liked to be around his daughter since she was a child.

Elder Haoran looked at him like he was looking at a stray cat or dog outside. He stayed at Cangwu Peak just because he was well-behaved and obedient, and he gave him a hot meal and was pleasing to the eye.