Chu Youren shouted, Huang and Wu immediately threw out the black-breathed fish they had just caught, and jumped towards Gui Ling who had reached the surface of the pond.
Gui Ling had almost grasped the black sword hanging in mid-air when she suddenly felt two terrifying auras coming from her. She immediately stopped her hand and fought back, using both hands to receive a punch and a palm from Huang and Wu.
The three collided in mid-air, and each fell back to the ground due to the force. Huang and Wu each took half a step back, while Gui Ling fell four to five meters in a row.
Even so, the two of them were still surprised and shocked by Gui Ling's strength.
Being able to take on the offensive of the two of them in the late Earth Soul Realm with the strength of the early Earth Soul Realm is already very impressive!
At the moment when the two of them were panicking, a wave of palm force swept into the air, and successfully sucked the black sword in the air into the palm of their hand.
Chu Youren saw Lu Feng's sudden attack and saw Lu Feng holding the black sword in his hand with satisfaction. His face became gloomy and he shouted angrily: "Hand over this sword! If not, I will never let you go!"
Lu Feng looked at Huang and Wu, who also looked at him with murderous eyes. He handed the black sword to Lin Xiaowan beside him, then secretly prepared himself to challenge, and at the same time spoke seriously to Chu Youren.
"Earlier, in order to save you and others from danger, my sword was unfortunately destroyed by the venom of the Golden Crow Demon Lizard. Due to emotion and reason, such a sword should belong to me!"
As he said that, he took out a formation disk from the formation box that Gui Ling handed over tacitly.
"If you are dissatisfied, you can come forward and snatch it away. But if something bad happens in this Puxuan Formation, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
After Lu Feng's repeated threats, he really frightened Chu Youren and the others.
If it hadn't been for the battle with Wu Jinglei, Chu Youren might not be so fearful now, but thinking that even someone as powerful as Wu Jinglei could not defeat Lu Feng in the Puxuan Formation, he immediately couldn't help but feel anxious.
A bit timid.
If the only two remaining guards are really good, the road ahead will be difficult. Not to mention encountering other enemies, Lu Feng and Chu Youren alone can't guarantee whether they will be able to survive without the deterrence of the guards.
He was murdered behind the scenes.
Compared to a sword, one's own life is obviously more important.
After thinking about it, Chu Youren swallowed his anger and warned: "You have the guts! I have recorded what happened today. When you get out of this realm, you will definitely pay the price for what happened today!"
Lu Feng smiled coldly. If these words came from Chu Xuanhe's mouth, then he might still be a little wary. If they came from Chu Youren's mouth, they would not have the slightest impact on him.
To put it harshly, if he really got angry, he could easily wipe out the entire Chu family right now.
…
The relationship between the two parties, which had been eased due to the Squid, could not help but worsen after such a confrontation. On the way back to the ground at the end of the rift, they were once again divided into two opposing camps.
Lu Feng disagreed with this. There were only two guards left around Chu Youren, and they were still guards with ulterior motives. They were no longer a threat to him at all. Even Gui Ling, even if he really tried his best, he could call these two guards.
Eat a pot.
"Brother Liyun, return this sword to you."
Lin Xiaowan smiled and handed back the black sword in her hand.
But Lu Feng didn't take it. Instead, he asked, "How about holding it? Is it still a good idea?"
Lin Xiaowan was stunned and ignored Lu Feng's words.
Chu Youwei's eyes flashed with a complicated expression, and there was a hint of surprise that could not be seen through.
Lu Feng continued: "This sword is slender and beautiful, with a narrow blade. It has many similarities with the sword skills you have newly learned. It will be easier to use this sword with ease. From now on, this sword will be yours."
"
"Give it, give it to me?" Lin Xiaowan's eyes widened in disbelief, and she quickly waved her hands: "No, no, Brother Liyun, it's not like you don't know that I am only in the Five Elements Realm, I am very weak, how can I be worthy?
Such a precious sword, if you give it to me, you will bury it."
Lu Feng smiled fondly, "Silly girl, why are you so unsure of yourself? How can there be a strong person who didn't grow up from the Five Elements Realm? Have more confidence in yourself, and my brother will believe in you too."
Perhaps because he had been pretending for a long time and had a sense of empathy, at this moment, Lu Feng felt that he actually regarded Lin Xiaowan as his own sister.
Under Lu Feng's insistence, Lin Xiaowan finally accepted the sword and looked at it in her hand. She saw that the front part of the sword, which was shaped like the tail of a black-breathing fish, was engraved with the word 'Ouye'. Lin Xiaowan couldn't help but said curiously: "Brother Liyun,
What does Ouye mean?"
As he spoke, he turned the long sword over again, and saw that there were words on the other side, and then said: "There is also the word 'seventeen' engraved on the back, what is it? It is the age when the ancestor of the sword madman got this sword.
? This one is as big as me."
Lu Feng explained seriously: "According to records, the sword-crazy ancestor who created such a Sword Ruins Realm was named Ou Ye and his trade name was Long Ping. In addition to being a sword-crazy man, he was also a top master of sword-making. Since ancient times,
There are many people who love swords, but there are only a few who are famous in history. Those who truly love swords to the extreme must also be people who understand swords. To understand swords, you need to be able to distinguish swords. If you want to distinguish a good or bad long sword,
The simplest and most direct method is to start from the art of sword-making. Senior Ouye joined the sword-making art because of his love for swords."
"Senior Ou Ye, who is a swordsman, is also a famous swordsmith," Lin Xiaowan nodded with a hint of understanding, "I heard that in today's weapon sect, many swordsmiths like to carve their names on each sword after they forge it.
No., Senior Ou Ye also has this habit, right? The word 'seventeen' at the end, could it be his age when he made this sword? This is too powerful."
Lu Feng smiled calmly: "That's half right. The seventeen characters do not refer to age. According to records, although Senior Ouye has the habit of carving names, he only carved such names thirty times in his life.
The thirty long swords that bear his name are all rare and rare."
Lin Xiaowan was surprised and said happily: "Then the 'seventeen' marked on my sword refers to the seventeenth position among the thirty unique swords forged by the sword-crazy ancestors?"
Lu Feng nodded: "You can say that, but it is not limited to ranking. Senior Ou Ye's attainments in sword making have reached the pinnacle. Every sword he forged is supreme, and the gap between them is extremely small.
There is no absolute strength or weakness, so ranking means nothing."
Chu Youren heard Lu Feng's words from a distance, took a few steps closer and interrupted: "You mean there are twenty-nine swords of this style in this realm space?"
Lu Feng cast a somewhat thoughtful glance at the two guards beside Chu Youren, and then responded: "What I just said was just a long sword forged by Senior Ou Ye himself. What exists in this realm is his poor sword."
Ji Ji's lifetime collection is far more than these. There are many major sword-making events at the same time as him. Although those masters are not as famous as him, they also have many proud works, and those works are more or less eventually in Europe.
The collection of ancestor Ye, aside from those, the Ouye clan alone is good at forging weapons. The Paoze brothers of ancestor Long Ping have also forged countless peerless long swords. Therefore,
It can be said that there are countless swords hidden in this realm, and you can probably find eight or nine good swords in any cave."
When Huang and Wu heard Lu Fengyi's pointed words, their faces looked a little ugly, and there was a hint of murderous intent.
Chu Youren was overjoyed after hearing this, and his heart was filled with excitement. If this is true, then the swords existing in this domain can be said to be the collection of an era. I really can't imagine how many there are.
Lin Xiaowan looked at the unfriendly looks between her brother and the two guards of the Chu family. For fear of another conflict, she quickly took Lu Feng's hand and said, "Brother Liyun, every sword has its own name. How about you give it a name?"
Name, right?"
Lu Feng said without thinking: "It has the word 'seventeen' engraved on it, and it is easy to read..."
Lin Xiaowan pouted and interrupted: "No, no, it sounds like a child's name. Although 'Sword Seventeen' sounds pleasant, it sounds like a nickname. I want a more beautiful one."
Lu Feng laughed and thought again: "This sword is as black as ink. When it is drawn out, it is like lightning piercing the night sky. Moreover, it was obtained at the bottom of the spiritual spring in this abyss. How about calling it...'Ye Youquan'?"
"Ye Youquan..." Lin Xiaowan murmured it several times. Although it felt a little strange at first, thinking that it was her brother who caused it, she instinctively accepted it and couldn't help but feel that there was a special artistic conception in it, and she laughed happily at the moment.
Said: "Okay, from now on we will call it Ye Youquan."
Chu Youwei watched from the sidelines, her heart still filled with confusion and surprise. She originally thought that 'Lin Liyun' did not know the rarity of this sword so he generously gave it to Lin Xiaowan. However, since the latter knew Ou Ye Longping's deeds so well, it was obvious that
I have done some research, and I know the quality of this sword.
Under this basic premise, he actually donated it generously and selflessly, which made Chu Youwei feel a little impressed.
Lin Xiaowan carefully tied Ye Youquan and her original sword together to make it easier to carry, and murmured in her mouth: "A good sword is a good sword, but it is a pity that it is missing a scabbard."
Lu Feng then said: "This sword was probably made by our ancestors Ou Ye before and after he created this realm. Strictly speaking, it was still a semi-finished product at that time. After years of settling in the Lingquan Pool and gathering away the lead, it was finally completed.
, and the scabbard it comes with, I’m afraid Senior Ouye won’t have time to cast it yet.”
Lin Xiaowan was stunned for a moment, then she reacted and said in shock: "Could it be said that for this sword, Senior Ou Ye did not hesitate to create this space and cultivate a large forest of iron breath bamboo, just for a scabbard?"
A flash of reverence flashed in Lu Feng's eyes, "Judging from the current situation, that's probably the case."
Lin Xiaowan's words also awakened Lu Feng.
Lu Feng originally only had a high opinion of Senior Ou Ye's sword-making skills, but from this point of view, his high opinion was obviously far underestimated.
Forefather Ou Ye's true accomplishment in casting was probably beyond the scope of the implement itself, and had reached a state where he could forge heaven and earth. This arrangement of opening up a spiritual spring, nourishing swords at the bottom of the pool, and replenishing the iron-breathing bamboo forest outside the pool, is not correct.