After Hu Ge shed his blood and recognized the Qingfeng Sword, he looked at Li Xiuyuan who was lying on a chair and sunbathing in silence. As a blacksmith, he understood how much effort it takes to forge a spiritual sword.

Not to mention that almost everyone in front of me has a hand.

Watson held the heavy Demon-Conquering Sword in his hand and roared to the sky, which frightened the little black monsters in the sky to scream together and spread their wings to fly away.

The last person to hold the sword was still Yelu Mingzhu, who had the lowest cultivation level in the eyes of everyone. She touched the sword that her master had prepared for her and recited it. The girl quietly followed Ouyang Dongli's request and shed her blood to recognize the master.

Then with a wave of his hand, a sword energy slashed out, frightening Ouyang Dongli, and even more frightened Watson and others.

Because Ouyang Dongli told them that Yelu Mingzhu's sword was the heaviest, weighing seventy-seven kilograms.

Even Watson seemed to be struggling to use it. You must know that he is already at the sixth level of the Formless Dharmakaya.

But Guisheng and Wang Ruyi couldn't move at all. Yelu Mingzhu looked at everyone and smiled, and put away the spiritual sword with a flick of his hand.

She ran to Li Xiuyuan, fed a piece of apricot blossom cake into his mouth, and said with a smile: "Aunt Hong said apricot blossom cake is Master's favorite food."

Li Xiuyuan sighed, looked at Xiaoju and Hua Luoyu in front of him and said with a smile: "I wonder if the apricot blossoms all over the mountains and plains are enough for you to make a few pastries?"

“What a beautiful thought!”

Hua Luoyu smiled and said softly: "You can use the apricot flowers from Tianshan Mountain to brew a vat of spiritual wine that is unique in the world."
Chapter completed!