Seeing Murong Ningyue liked the flying sword very much, Ye Yaorao couldn't help but smile and said, "Madam, you might as well refine this fairy sword first and you will naturally understand the gods in it."

Since Ye Yaorao wanted to send the flying sword to Murong Ningyue, the flying sword was naturally a masterless thing and there was no soul mark on it. Therefore, Murong Ningyue easily penetrated his soul into it and gained control of the flying sword.

At this moment, the information from the flying sword suddenly poured into Murong Ningyue's mind. Only then did Murong Ningyue realize that the flying sword was called Wuying, and various hidden formations were engraved on the sword body.

While this flying sword has huge power and amazing speed, its biggest advantage is that it can be invisible.

Just like its name, when Murong Ningyue used the Shadowless Sword to control the Shadowless Sword, the traces of the Shadowless Sword had been lost in the air, but Murong Ningyue, as the owner of the Shadowless Sword, could clearly sense the position of the Shadowless Sword.

Ye Yaorao said at this time: "This shadowless sword is an eighth-grade immortal weapon. Its hidden effect cannot be seen through immortals below the eighth-grade immortals. It is the most suitable for you, Madam!"

Murong Ningyue was overjoyed. She put away the shadowless sword and hugged Ye Yaorao, and kissed Ye Yaorao on the cheek.

Ye Yaorao looked at Murong Ningyue, who was as excited as a little girl to receive a gift, and there was also a hint of pampering and pity in that smile.

Ye Yaorao once again hugged Murong Ningyue in her arms. Without too many words or actions, Murong Ningyue closed her eyes tightly and tried to remember the feeling of this moment.

When Murong Ningyue opened her eyes again, Ye Yaorao's figure had disappeared.

Murong Ningyue tried hard to raise her head, preventing tears from falling from falling from her eyes, but when she lowered her head again, there were still two clear tears on her cheeks.

When Murong Ningyue finally calmed down, Yuan Xiaotian came over carefully and said, "Junior Sister Murong, you got up so early, by the way, Senior Ye?"

Murong Ningyue finally recovered from the sadness of Ye Yaorao leaving. Yuan Xiaotian mentioned Ye Yaorao again at this time and said angrily: "He has left! Is there anything you have to do?"

Yuan Xiaotian saw that Murong Ningyue was in a bad mood, so he had to say embarrassedly: "It's nothing. Of course, I'm not going to find Senior Ye. In fact, it was the head of the sect who asked me to greet him."

Murong Ningyue immediately understood that Sima Xuan knew that Yuan Xiaotian had a good relationship with him, so he specially asked Yuan Xiaotian to come and ask for directions. Unfortunately, Ye Yaorao had already left, and Yuan Xiaotian was destined to return in vain.

Yuan Xiaotian also saw Murong Ningyue's loss at this time and quickly comforted him: "Junior Sister Murong, you don't have to be too sad. Senior Ye has a high level of cultivation and wants to find you at any time."

Seeing Yuan Xiaotian comforting himself with kind words, Murong Ningyue's face relaxed a little, "Okay, thank you for your kindness. By the way, there is still one year before the Immortal Ascension Competition, right? I will go out to practice in a few days. Then you can go with me!"

Yuan Xiaotian suddenly looked bitter when he heard this: "You are going out again? You have just come back! At least you have to take a few days off!"

When Murong Ningyue saw Yuan Xiaotian's reaction, she immediately said with a stern face: "Do you still want me to help you refine Guiyuan Pill? Only by going out to practice can you quickly improve your cultivation. Only when your cultivation level increases can you help you refine Guiyuan Pill. Isn't it that I worked so hard to help you?"
Chapter completed!