Mr. Xu treats people very well and rarely asks people to work overtime. Even if he takes him out for a long time on weekdays, he will ask for a raise when he comes home.

Xiao Wanfeng had never encountered such a boss before. He thought Mr. Xu was a good person and volunteered to work more overtime.

Now he was standing at the door, frightened by the unknown enemy, while vigilantly searching around for the direction where the night attacker might have appeared.

Suddenly, feeling something in his heart, Xiao Wanfeng raised his eyes and looked at the night sky.

There is no moonlight in the sky, only a majestic island city.

Below the Sky City, a stunning red figure stood in the sky.

"enemy!"

Xiao Wanfeng was startled and immediately wanted to report back to Mr. Xu, saying that he had discovered traces of the enemy.

But the next second, the red figure in the pupils enlarged, and Xiao Wanfeng was shocked.

"Rao Jianxian?"

He looked around for a while, but there was no one around him, so he couldn't be sure if it was his imagination.

Casting his gaze to the square in the distance outside the building, Xiao Wanfeng could see that even though he was a mortal and a swordsman with excellent eyesight, none of the spiritual masters in the pilgrimage square had found any trace of Rao Jianxian.

Even though most of these people looked up at the Sky City in the night, they directly passed by Rao Jianxian's figure, as if they had not seen this person.

Xiao Wanfeng was sure that no one else could see him because no one would be so calm when meeting the Sword Immortal.

"Then, why can I see it?"

Xiao Wanfeng was very surprised.

He felt that those people in the square were the norm.

How could I, a mere mortal, see the true form of Rao Jianxian?

"What is Rao Jianxian doing here?"

Confused, Xiao Wanfeng stepped forward and quickly reached the tree in the courtyard.

He leaned against the big tree and looked in the direction where Rao Jianxian was leaning, and suddenly saw Mr. Siren on the top of the tower.

At this moment, Xiao Wanfeng's pupils lost focus, and his eyes gradually enlarged.

"Sword Immortal Night Talk?"

As an ancient sword cultivator, how lucky is this to be able to see this scene?

On weekdays, let alone the Sword Immortal talking at night, the traces of a single Sword Immortal may be difficult for the world to catch.

And now...

Rao Jianxian carried the divine sword on his back, and under the sky city, he took advantage of the night to visit Mr. Siren, the senior among the Seven Swordsmen.

In the eyes of Xiao Wanfeng, a mortal ancient sword cultivator, this scene is almost eternal.

"I can do it too, one day!"

Xiao Wanfeng clenched the wooden sword tightly, secretly excited in his heart, and made a vow that had no content, but that he pursued throughout his life.

Soon, he sighed.

"pity……"

After all, the human body is limited.

Even though he practiced swordsmanship and practiced swordsmanship, he forged a pair of eyes that could withstand illusions and could spy on the true form of the Double Sword Immortal.

But the ear power is not that strong.

He couldn't hear the contents of Sword Immortal's night talk at all.

What a pity!

At this moment, a mysterious voice sounded: "Boy, can you see me?"

"who!"

Xiao Wanfeng was startled and looked around as if he was seeing a ghost.

However, there was no one around. He suspected that someone with contact with the power of Tao had hidden his true body so that he could not see it.

But he can see the Seven Sword Immortals, who can hide around?

special power?

"No need to look for it. Look up. Do you want to listen to the Sword Immortal's conversation?" The voice sounded again.

This time Xiao Wanfeng understood clearly.

The voice was mysterious and extraordinary, not like human speech, but the meaning it conveyed was clearly understood by myself.

On top?

Xiao Wanfeng raised his head.

There are only two sword fairies talking to each other above, is there a third person present?

Moreover, what happened to this voice? It appeared directly from my mind...

The spiritual master's sound transmission technique?

"Who are you?"

Xiao Wanfeng felt that the voice was not malicious, but he was not sure, so he could only ask in his mind.

"My name is Xuan Cang!"

When the mysterious voice appeared again, Xiao Wanfeng felt the pores in his body explode, and the wooden sword in his hand began to tremble.

Xuan Cang?

Who is this?

Xiao Wanfeng said that he had never come into contact with such a person.

But soon, his eyes locked on the long sword on Rao Yaoyao's back...

"this?"

He was shocked at that moment, and goosebumps suddenly stood up.

Xuan Cang?

Divine Sword Xuan Cang?

The thing that suppresses luck in the Holy Temple, one of the five great chaos artifacts whose owner no one in the world can recognize, the sword spirit of the Xuancang Divine Sword?

It's talking to me?

Xiao Wanfeng's first reaction was that this was too ridiculous. Could it be that Mr. Xu was playing a prank?

"Master Xu?" So he responded in his mind.

The voice didn't appear for a long time, and she seemed to be stunned by his call.

Just when Xiao Wanfeng concluded that this was not Mr. Xu pranking him, but the real Xuan Cang Divine Sword and Sword Spirit talking to him, he felt ecstatic in his heart.

"think!"

"I want to listen to the Sword Immortal's night talk!"

There was a buzz, and my mind was shaken.

The sound of high-altitude airflow and conversations became extremely clear at this moment.

At the same time, there was also the voice of Xuan Cang Sword Spirit: "Boy, do you want to become a Sword Immortal, or even surpass one?"

The sound suddenly sounded like a devil bewitching me, full of temptation.

Even though Xiao Wanfeng was used to big scenes, he couldn't hold back anymore and his heart was beating wildly.

sky!

Xuan Cang Divine Sword chose me?

Why? So I am the son of destiny?

The image of wielding the Divine Sword, stepping on Mr. Xu, and punching the Eight Masters could not help but float in his mind at this moment... Xiao Wanfeng felt that he had endured the end and that the future was promising.

"No, you're not!"

Xuan Cang Sword Spirit's voice sounded again at the right time, taking the lead to put an end to Xiao Wanfeng's imagination, and then said:

"I see the sword intention in your heart. Because your heart is high enough, you are qualified to talk to me."

"But in this era, there are not many people in the world who have this qualification."

"I, want to give you a chance."

Xiao Wanfeng didn't care that his fantasy was terminated, and he didn't care about the Sword Immortal's conversation at this moment. He just asked: "Why me?"

Xuan Cang Sword Spirit was silent for a moment.

It seemed that it would not lie, and said calmly: "Because the first two people rejected me."
To be continued...