"Do you know exactly what is abnormal about that Sword Xuan Hedgehog?"
Lu Xuan paused, then asked curiously.
He had a rather deep impression of the Sword Xuan Hedgehog. When he had first come in, he had heard Mo Yuanfeng introduce it: it was a strange thing produced by Hundred Crafts Sword Peak, a special kind of Metal-Stone Spirit. After being refined, it retained a certain degree of intelligence, and, relying on instinct, wandered through the Sword Sect all day long, collecting and absorbing Abandoned Flying Swords, remnant spirit ores, scattered sword qi, and the like.
After merging and refining them, it would condense them into spikes shaped like sword blades, which were first-rate materials for forging flying swords.
"The Sword Xuan Hedgehog has low intelligence and has always been gentle by nature. It would never take the initiative to attack Sword Sect disciples. Even Outer Sect Disciples at the Foundation Establishment realm can approach them."
"But recently, for some reason, they have actually become much fiercer. Not only do they refuse to let Sword Sect disciples approach, but there have even been cases of them attacking on their own initiative."
"Their own strength is only average, but their bodies are covered in a great many condensed blade-spikes. If one is caught unprepared, even an Inner Sect Disciple will suffer no light injury."
Chen Bingxue said with a frown.
"All right, then I will go and take a look with martial uncle."
"It is just that your martial nephew's skills are lacking. If I cannot find the crux of the Sword Xuan Hedgehogs' problem, I hope martial uncle will not blame me."
Lu Xuan rose and said.
"Naturally, I would not lay the blame on Martial Nephew."
Chen Bingxue gave a light laugh. Immediately, a deep blue sword light flew