In the middle of the pool was a green sword that looked like it came from a small family. Half of the sword had been revealed to the outside, while the other half had been inserted into the pool.

Judging from the two words on the half of the sword that was exposed, the name of the sword should be Qingyue.

It was a treasured sword that was extremely suitable for females to use, and also a seventh grade Mystic Soldiers, truly a rare treasure. This first, second, second, third rank was low, fourth, fifth, and sixth rank was middle, and once one entered the seventh grade of Mystic Soldiers, it would mean that one had become a high-grade Mystic Soldiers. Under normal circ.u.mstances, only Mysterious G.o.d Stage expert from the three sects and two pavilions would be able to take out such a weapon.

What confused Xu Xuan was that there was a man with Nascent Soul Stage standing beside the pond. This man's cultivation was not low, it was the cultivation of the Late stage of the Nascent Soul Stage, and currently, these four hundred plus people were all gathered outside, looking at the man.

It was precisely this form that made Xu Xuan feel that it was strange, normally speaking, this was a seventh grade Mystic Soldiers, for Mystic Soldiers, it would be strange if everyone did not fight over it. But, with so many people here, none of them went up to s.n.a.t.c.h it, could it be that they were afraid that the man's cultivation was too high? However, if so many people went up together, that man probably wouldn't be able to resist. After all, out of the four hundred people here, there were eight or nine in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul Stage Initial Phase. This power wasn't simple at all.

Just as Xu Xuan was feeling suspicious, the man from Late stage of the Nascent Soul Stage finally spoke: "I tried it just now, and many of your experts from the Nascent Soul Stage have also tried it, and are unable to pull out this sword."

When the man said this, his face looked a little awkward, and a few Nascent Soul Stage experts in the crowd also lowered their heads in shame, which made Xu Xuan suddenly realize that it was not that everyone was not willing to fight over it, but rather, they could not be pulled out.

This kind of treasure, in front of everyone, was unable to do anything to it. This was truly a tragedy, causing Xu Xuan to be at a loss whether to laugh or to cry, no wonder everyone here didn't seem to look good, but this was indeed a treasure that everyone wanted after just a single sword strike. Everyone who stood here ought to desire this sword, thus no one left.

I found this sword first, at that time when no one was here, I was extremely happy, but, after using all kinds of methods, I used all kinds of strength, and was unable to pull it out, thus, I released the news, and let everyone come forward, whoever can pull out the force of this treasure sword, this treasure sword will belong to them, but, I did discover it, and they should have given me some benefits, at least give me an eighth stage profound medicine to exchange for it, I think that everyone won't have any objections!

The man spoke slowly. He could not pull it out yet he was unwilling to give it up. In the end, after thinking about it, he made this choice to comfort his heart.

Hearing that, Xu Xuan understood immediately, but he also felt a bit depressed in his heart. If this fellow with Late stage of the Nascent Soul Stage was unable to pull out the treasured sword, even if she went, she would not be able to.

Let me try, at this point in time, treasures have to be related to fate, it is not something that one should have just because they are strong. It is said that some Mystic Soldiers s have some spiritual powers, and they do not like their masters.

Just as Xu Xuan was thinking, a man from Perfection of the Dan Profound Realm walked out, attracting many people's gazes.

Xu Xuan could tell that this man was indeed from the sect he came from. He was about two meters seven to eight meters tall, and looked like a small giant. His arm was full of muscles full of power, like a flood dragon.

Many people could not help but twitch their faces when they heard the man's words and looked at his appearance. How was this some kind of fate that did not have an affinity with it? This man was definitely thinking in his heart that his father might be able to pull it out if he was as strong as an ox. But, could it be that your strength is greater than that fellow Late stage of the Nascent Soul Stage?

In any case, when many people saw this man walk out, their eyes were filled with disdain, especially for those who had already tried, with a look of disdain on their faces. It was clear that they themselves were unable to pull it out, and naturally hoped that no one else would be able to pull it out.

Of course, these people who despised him were usually the rogue cultivators, and those who came from the same sect as him, whether they were elders or disciples, were all looking at him with eyes full of antic.i.p.ation. If he gave it back to the sect master, the strength of the entire sect would probably rise to a whole new level.

The man quickly walked to the side of the pond. Immediately, he clenched his hand tightly, and grabbed the hilt of the Cyan Sword with both of his hands.

"Ya!"

The man let out a loud roar and exerted force with both of his arms. His already thick arms suddenly grew bigger and his skin unexpectedly turned red. Clearly, this guy had used a technique to increase his strength.

However, beyond everyone's imagination, the azure treasured sword only trembled slightly, but it didn't move at all. Even though the man had gritted his teeth and used all his strength to stomp on the ground, he was still unable to pull it out.

"It seems like you still can't do it. You can leave now!"

The Late stage of the Nascent Soul Stage man bitterly smiled, and said slowly in the end.

"d.a.m.n, this treasure sword is only about halfway in, how can it not be pulled out!"

The middle-aged man had a depressed expression on his face as he walked back while muttering to himself.

Xu Xuan wanted to go up and try, but after thinking about it, he decided not to go up immediately. Let alone being unable to pull it out, if he were to pull it out himself, wouldn't these people want to rob him? It would be strange if they didn't try to steal it.

Thus, he waited in the crowd, waiting to see what would happen next.

However, no one was able to pull out that treasured sword. Another day pa.s.sed like this, and finally, someone gave up on trying. He felt that rather than wasting time here, it would be better to go to another place to find another treasure, instead of wasting time like this.

Finally, the more than two hundred people from the sect all left, while the other rogue cultivators also shook their heads and sighed, all of them left, leaving only Xu Xuan who was still silently standing there.