Seeing that the sun was getting higher and Qin Xiao hadn't come out yet, everyone was a little surprised. Ning Zhiyang touched his chin and asked, "Why haven't you come out after going in for so long?"
"Junior brother is probably dazzled by the magic weapons inside and doesn't know which one to choose." Yun Feiyang said with a smile.
Ling Haotian woke up once and almost fell asleep again. He half-squinted his eyes and said vaguely: "I think my junior brother is embarrassed to come out. Magical weapons are creatures, and my junior brother's cultivation may not be recognized if he is too low."
"That's not necessarily true. My junior brother is full of weirdness. Maybe the Human Emperor will appear this time. But fourth senior brother, are you going to use this kitchen knife?" Ning Bufan asked with a smile.
"What's wrong with a kitchen knife? Anyway, I just like cooking. I never thought that being like the big brother would attract so much attention, so I just cook my food peacefully in the bamboo sea." Yun Feiyang touched the kitchen knife on his waist with a look on his face.
calm.
Ning Zhiyang glared at Yun Feiyang in disgust, why did he accept a disciple who had no pursuit of him? His reputation was ruined.
"Why don't we make a bet and guess what magic weapon the junior brother will take when he comes out later." Ling Haotian said lazily after yawning several times.
"I bet that junior brother will return empty-handed!" Ji Tong said.
"I will definitely return empty-handed!" Yun Feiyang thought so too.
"There is no suspense at all, empty-handed." Wei Ziqing said.
"Senior brothers, it's not good for you to do this. Maybe my junior brother actually took out the magic weapon." Ning Bufan looked disapproving.
"Okay, I didn't win the bet either. The loser will wash everyone's clothes for a month." Ling Haotian smiled and asked Ning Bugui again, "Elder brother, what do you think?"
Ning Bugui looked at Ling Haotian and the others calmly. Yun Feiyang and the others immediately fell silent. Unfortunately, among the brothers in the bamboo sea, Ling Haotian was the least afraid of Ning Bugui. This guy pretended to be dead every day.
As soon as he became active, even Ning Bugui dared to tease him. He gave a mean laugh and leaned on Chao Ning Bugui's shoulder, "Elder brother, you are so boring with a straight face all day long. You should smile more, you are our Chaoyang."
You are the idol of the younger generation, and there are so many senior and junior sisters waiting to strike up a conversation with you. With your stern face, no one dares to come up to you. You may be single for the rest of your life."
Ning Bugui's whole body was filled with air-conditioning, and the long sword on his shoulder was beating in the scabbard. It looked like he was going to get beaten if he continued to speak. Yun Feiyang and Ji Tong quickly stepped forward, one pulled the other and covered their mouths, and directly pulled Ling Haotian away from him.
Ning Bugui pulled it off his shoulders.
"Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother didn't wake up today, just think he is farting."
"Who said I didn't wake up...well..." Ling Haotian's words were swallowed by Yun Feiyang.
"Second Senior Brother, even if you are itchy, you can't drag the junior brothers into the water. It's too unkind." Ji Tongxin said with lingering fear. He used to be the only Concentrated Realm disciple besides Ning Bugui in the Bamboo Sea, and he was often beaten by Ning Bugui.
Return to tidy up.
"I'm telling the truth. Senior brother, his facial muscles are almost dead and he can't even move. I'm helping senior brother," Ling Haotian said humbly.
"Second Senior Brother!" Even Wei Ziqing screamed.
"Junior brothers, please follow me to the back mountain to practice swordsmanship when we return to Zhuhai next time." Ning Bugui's cold voice came from the air.
"Second Senior Brother, I hate you." Several people stared at Ling Haotian with sad and angry faces. After being told by the senior brother, they must definitely shed their skin once.
Ling Haotian rubbed his eyes lazily and said with a mean look on his face: "I am a real man and I don't need your love."
Qin Xiao had an excited face when he came out, holding the huge long sword in both hands, and happily walked towards Ning Zhiyang and the others. Everyone looked at the wide, big, black sword in Qin Xiao's hand, and said,
At the same time, Mo Ran, this sword looks like a useless sword no matter how you look at it, there is such a sword in the sword tomb!
"Why is this sword not sharp?" Ning Bugui was a little confused.
Ning Zhiyang took the sword from Qin Xiao and was stunned again when he took it. The whole sword was made of an unknown black iron. The edge was not opened. At first glance, it looked like it was just made.
Half of it is a semi-finished product that has not yet been completed. However, if you look closely, you can see that the sword body has smooth lines and is quite fine in workmanship. At first glance, it is from the hands of a famous master. With such workmanship, it is impossible to forget the last step of the creation. In other words, this sword was originally
It is cast into an unopened style.
Ning Zhiyang pondered for a moment and then said: "Although this sword is made of high-grade black iron, its style is weird. I have never heard of anyone using such a sword in the world of cultivation, and the elders of the Weapon Refining Pavilion will not make such a sword."
"Why?" Qin Xiao said.
"Bugui, try it!" Ning Zhiyang did not answer Qin Xiao's words, and threw the sword to Ning Bugui. Ning Bugui took the dark long sword, turned over and landed on the open space.
After performing several Wanliu Sword Techniques, the long sword came out of his hand and fell to the ground, sinking deeply into the soil until the hilt was gone.
Ning Bugui looked at the sword strangely, then looked at his hand, and said: "This sword is not suitable for practicing Wanliu Sword Technique."
"Yes, although the Wanliu Sword Technique is exquisite, the sword technique was originally created in a light and agile way. Even if the person who uses it finally realizes the fierce way, he will not be able to use such a heavy sword. Weapon Refining Pavilion
A person would never spend time forging a sword that is not suitable for use by Fa Jue, and most of the powerful Fa Jue weapons of Chaoyang Sect are not swords. How come there is such a sword in the Sword Tomb? It cannot be a mistake.
Alright?" Ning Zhiyang said doubtfully.
"Master, this disciple thinks this sword is very good!" Qin Xiao said.
"Very good!" Ning Zhiyang glanced at Qin Xiao strangely. He didn't know where in the corner this kid found such a sword. He seemed to have no aura at all. "This sword is quite heavy. As far as your cultivation is concerned,
Because it’s hard to hold a sword, how can you fight with someone? If you take it out to duel with someone and lose because the sword is too heavy, it will be a big loss to your master.”
"Master, when my disciple first got the sword, he was shocked by the weight. Who knew that after he lifted it, the sword became very light, as if it was specially made for me." Qin Xiao thought for a while and then added
Added: "The feeling is very strange, like finding a blood connection. This sword has been waiting for its owner. The disciple can sense its loneliness in a trance."
"Take it!" Ning Zhiyang threw the sword to Qin Xiao. Seeing that Qin Xiao caught it easily, he laughed and scolded: "You are really a weirdo, you even use different magic weapons from others."
Ling Haotian walked into the sword tomb with a smile on his face and half-squinted eyes. He looked carefree and looked like he would fall asleep at any time. When the huge stone door fell, the brothers who had been isolated outside the door came from.
With laughter, he opened his eyes in a hissing manner, but there was no trace of his usual decadent feeling, and his whole body became cold and desolate.
Step by step, he walked into the quiet light, his whole person seemed a little ethereal, as if he would disappear at any time.
In the dark sky, auspicious light overflowed, and countless magical weapons began to vibrate with his arrival. The colorful rays of light rolled up and down in the void, and various soft chirping sounds echoed in the sword tomb, seeming to be cheering and at the same time.
fear.
"As expected of a great sect that has been passed down for millions of years, the Chaoyang Sect's Sword Tomb is really eye-opening. But, will there be a sword suitable for me to use here?"
Ling Haotian walked into the center of the sword tomb with doubts on his face. He looked at the trembling magic weapons and various long swords suspended in the mid-air in the glow of the sky. His spiritual energy surged around him, and a faint spiritual power came from Chaoyang Holy Land.
The direction slowly drifted in, indifferent and long, and the spiritual power contained in it warmed the entire sword tomb's magical weapons. Ling Haotian glanced in the direction of Chaoyang Holy Land, "Chaoyang Holy Land is indeed one of the best places in the world of cultivation.
It is one of the most mysterious forbidden places in ten thousand years, no wonder it has attracted countless people in the world of cultivation."
Ling Haotian casually grabbed a long sword that shone with purple light. The spiritual power condensed in his hand pulled the sword. The purple light sword trembled lightly and made a weird whistle, like a small animal whimpering, giving people a pitiful feeling.
Feeling like this, just when Ling Haotian was about to grab the hilt of the sword, the sword gained strength from nowhere and was filled with purple light. It actually broke free from Ling Haotian's hand and rushed into the void, rushing into countless magic weapons as if fleeing for its life.
middle.
"You actually broke free?" Ling Haotian looked at his hands and looked in the direction of the purple sword with a smile, "You actually didn't acknowledge me."
There was a "crash" before Ling Haotian's words came out. The dense pile of magical weapons in the mid-air separated automatically and quickly fled to both sides. It was as if Ling Haotian was some kind of savage beast. He was extremely frightened, leaving only the sword with purple light in the air.
inside.
The Purple Light Sword trembled again and again, and rushed towards the swords on the left. Unfortunately, it was fast, and the other magic weapons were just as fast. They all rushed back, leaving the Purple Light Sword alone in the same place. The Purple Light Sword sighed sadly.
It groaned and writhed in the void. Unfortunately, none of the magic weapons paid attention to its complaints, and they all moved back a long way.
Ling Haotian looked at the movements of these magic weapons with some surprise. Even though the magic weapons were living beings, why were these magic weapons so afraid of him? Suddenly, he seemed to be recalling something, and he instantly figured out the key. He moved towards the purple sword lightly.
With a slight wave of his hand, without using any spiritual power, the purple light sword whimpered in the magic weapon. It seemed extremely reluctant, but also afraid of something. Following Ling Haotian's movements, it flew back obediently and floated in front of Ling Haotian.
"You don't want me to use it."
"Woo!" The Purple Light Sword made a strange whimpering sound again, as if it wanted to escape again, but unfortunately it did not dare to make any further moves.
Ling Haotian held the hilt of the Purple Light Sword. With a movement of spiritual power, the Purple Light Sword glowed brightly. The faint purple light shrouded the small world. He picked up the sword and waved it on the spot a few times. Ling Haotian frowned slightly and said
Not having that feeling of blood connection actually affected his performance, "It's true, although this sword is driven by me, it is instinctively afraid of the aura of Hanxi Sword left behind by me, so it cannot display its potential at all."
As soon as Ling Haotian let go, the purple-light sword immediately flew forward quickly until it reached the deepest part of the sword tomb and disappeared from Ling Haotian's sight. Ling Haotian looked helplessly into the void, and finally his eyes stopped at the center of all the magical weapons guarding them.
Among the most dazzling swords, these swords are the best among all magical weapons at first glance, with a transcendent status.
"Maybe I should try these swords!" Ling Haotian stretched out his hand towards the sword in the center. This sword was very interesting. Before Ling Haotian used his spiritual power to capture it, it automatically fell down.
The handle lay in Ling Haotian's hand, and he did not react timidly about the sword.
"You will know what's interesting then!" Ling Haotian grabbed the sword, but unfortunately the sword still gave him a very uncomfortable feeling. Ling Haotian tried several swords in succession, and every sword was like this, slightly inferior to the fundamentals.
It just can't be used. It feels like an ordinary long sword in the hand. The best sword can be used, but it's not easy to hold.
Ling Haotian sighed and stared at the sword with restrained brilliance in his hand, "The Hanxi Sword is worthy of being the first of the hundred swords in the world. It is born from the most original spiritual energy in the world. It is naturally self-made and accompanied by the sword spirit. Just a trace of breath has already made the sword stronger."
Hundreds of swords in the world are afraid of this."
Pulling out the sword from the scabbard, cold light overflowed and reflected on his face. Ling Haotian's black eyes flashed with an extremely strong heaviness, which seemed to be sad, helpless, and confused. He lowered his head and kept
His upright back slumped slightly, as if he was overwhelmed by the weight, and a faint sense of sadness spread from him.
Quietly, Ling Haotian just stood there, standing in the surging memories. In the dark, there were countless eyes looking at him expectantly, full of sustenance and expectation.
A sigh ripped through the air, so heavy that it was almost impossible to breathe.
"Hanxi Sword, I have been looking forward to picking you up again in my dreams countless times. However, at this moment, I actually have the idea that I will never see you again in this life."
The long sword was sheathed, and all the heaviness and sadness disappeared with the wind with the crisp sound of "choking". Ling Haotian once again returned to the familiar image of the lazy young man with peach blossoms in his eyes who stunned everyone. He raised his
He smiled angrily at the corner of his lips: "It's really troublesome. There are so many magic weapons, but few of them are particularly handy. If I go out empty-handed, I'll probably be beaten to death by my master instead of being laughed to death by some of my fellow juniors."
"Damn it, choosing a weapon is not choosing a wife, how can it be so troublesome!"
Ling Haotian laughed and cursed, then shouted directly at the magical weapons in the sky: "Any sword that is willing to follow me will come out by itself! Don't let me do it myself!"
The sky was full of magical weapons trembling, and countless long swords were rushing around and flying down. If the stars were shining brightly, meteors would fly by, making various soft chirping sounds and falling around Ling Haotian. Ling Haotian didn't even look at these swords, and walked directly outside the sword tomb.
Go, in the void, there are a few special swords trembling in place, seeming to be struggling violently, wanting to follow Ling Haotian out, but seeing the overwhelming long swords behind Ling Haotian, they are a little disdainful, and then,
One or two more swords flew behind Ling Haotian with the stream, leaving only a few steadier swords remaining in place.
Ling Haotian walked to the door, and the stone door opened automatically with a loud bang. He slowly walked out of the sword tomb with the long sword behind him.