>When Dongfang Jibai arrived at Yunmiao Sect riding a crane, the entire mountain gate was talking about his name.
>"He held a sword at the age of three, understood the meaning of the sword at the age of five, and the sword shined like a dragon's roar at the age of ten!" The children of the aristocratic family rushed to tell his legend.
>Climbing the stairs to ask the heart, he stepped through the obsession of sword cultivators of all ages; in front of the monument of sword enlightenment, thousands of swords sounded like a pilgrim.
>When the spirit-detecting stone exploded into a five-color beam of light, the elder deacon's smile froze on his face.
>"Five Spiritual Roots?" In the dead silence, Murong's little Qingmei's eyes turned red.
>The genius of the Xie family pretended to comfort him: "Brother Dongfang, the path to sword cultivation... Is probably blocked."
>Dongfang Jibai looked down at his palm, and the silent family heirloom jade pendant on his waist suddenly became hot.
Intention: Well, I'm tired of seeing it. Write it yourself