Cheng Ru and Feng Dao also turned around and grabbed the flashlight and ran towards Wan Lin and the little monk. The flashlights of the two shone straight towards the dark door. The guns slung on their shoulders also took them off and aimed at the door to prevent them from being able to prevent them from being able to do so.
An outsider or a poisonous snake broke in!
At this time, the old man from Wan family also pulled Lingyu to the door of the secret room. He stared at the stone door that was "rattled". At this time, the three dark stone doors were cracking, and the cracks slowly became sound.
It expanded, and then suddenly stopped.
Seeing that there was no danger, Wan Lin took the flashlight raised by the wind knife beside him, and he followed it into the crack. In the bright flashlight column, a scabbard was quietly placed in the neat crack.
An ancient dagger, a ray of light was shooting out from a pearl on the scabbard.
Wan Lin was stunned when he looked at the dagger in the crack, as if he saw the mysterious dagger on Ling Yu's body. The two were exactly the same!
At this time, the little flower on his shoulder had already leaned over and stretched out his front paws and took out the dagger in the crack. Wan Lin was about to take over the dagger, but he saw that there was a parchment note left in the crack.
He reached out and took out the notes, and the big words of flying dragons and phoenixes appeared in front of him. He followed and looked intently: Anyone outside the door of my Xuanxu Temple who can enter this secret room is all those who are destined to me Xuanxu Temple.
Things can be taken at will.
The person who can open the mechanism of the Xuan Iron Gate in the opportunity is even more a person with a deep connection with my Xuanxu Temple. Xuanyin gives this dagger to him. I hope that the person who comes to help me when the descendants of my Xuanxu Temple are in trouble will not waste today.
Fate.
This dagger is a Xuanxuguan Xuan iron dagger. This dagger has two male and female. The male dagger is worn by the head of Xuanxuguan. This dagger is female. Its function is the same as that of a male dagger, which is of great benefit to those who practice martial arts.
Wan Lin saw a few big words in his hand and looked surprised. He handed the parchment to his grandfather and said, "Grandpa, it turns out that there are two male and female black iron daggers. Look, this is left by the ancestor Xuanyin.
The suicide note says that this female dagger is just for someone with a destiny!"
The old man's eyes were like a torch. At this moment, he had already seen the last words left by Senior Xuanyin on the parchment paper. He followed the dagger that snatched Xiaohua's eyes and looked at it intently.
A white gem is inlaid on the scabbard, which emits a warm light from the flashlight column. The gem tentacles are warm, and the hilt exposed on the scabbard are also inlaid with a few shiny gems.
The dagger is exactly the same as the dagger of the head of the Xuanxu Temple held by Lingyu, but the color of the hilt and scabbard is light green. The whole dagger is slender and slender, and it is full of masculinity.
The daggers of qi are completely different, giving people a light and beautiful feeling, without the aura of killing spear at all.
The old man raised the dagger and said happily: "Haha, it seems that Jingheng has a fate with Xuanxu Temple. This Xuan Iron Dagger was left to you by ancestor Xuanyin."
Wan Lin also picked up the dagger and glanced at it and said, "That's right, it's almost exactly the same as Lingyu's one." He was about to pull out the dagger from the scabbard.
The old man quickly raised his hand and grabbed the dagger and said, "Lin'er, this is the dagger in Lingyu's hand that is as spiritual as it is. It is something that Xuanyin ancestor left to Jingheng, don't move."
Wan Lin heard his grandfather’s reminder, and quickly handed the dagger to the little monk and said, “Jingheng, this is left to you by ancestor Xuanyin. Please take it, thank you for ancestor Xuanyin.” This kid had seen the sheepskin just now.
The handwriting left on the paper knew that it was my palm that touched the mechanism on the stone gate.
The little monk borrowed the dagger, frowned and looked at the dagger and muttered in a low voice: "This... this is a female dagger, it's... it's a female dagger, I... I am a big man, take... use this female dagger
...What's going on?"
Wan Lin and others laughed when they heard the boy's muttering. Feng Dao raised his right foot and kicked the boy in the back of the knee and smiled: "Boy, are you not satisfied yet? This is an ancient spirit dagger, you still
I feel disgusted, but I still don’t kneel down to thank me?”
The little monk knelt in front of the door with a "thump" in surprise. He reluctantly held the dagger in both hands, lay on the ground and kowtowed three times, then raised his head and looked at the dark stone door and thanked: "Thank you...
Senior Xie Xuanyin, I read... I read your suicide note. Ling Yu is now... the descendant of your Xuanxu Temple, and... it is also my junior sister. Her business is... it is mine, you
...You don't have to worry."
Before the boy finished speaking, Wan Lin and the others next to him couldn't help laughing. The old man from the Wan family looked at the boy and cursed: "This boy!" Ling Yu also smiled and bent down and pulled: "My master, little brother."
, You have thanked my master, get up."
The little monk stood up and muttered, "Ling... Yu, this... is a mother dagger, why don't we change it? You... give me that one...
,I...I'll give you this." As he said that, the boy held the hilt in his right hand and pulled the dagger out of the scabbard.
With a "swish" sound, a sharp dagger appeared in front of the little monk with a faint light. Before he could take a closer look, a white mist gushed out of the scabbard, and in an instant it would
The little monk and the supernatural package, a bone-thrusting cold air rushed towards the surroundings.
"Ouch." The little monk screamed and took two steps back. He sat down under the stone gate, and sat on the ground with Lingyu who was holding his arm.
Wan Lin and others around him were also suddenly gushing in the bone-broken cold air, and took a step back. Wan Lin was shocked and was about to bend down, but he wanted to pull up the little monk who was staggering and sitting on the ground.
He Lingyu,
At this time, the old man grabbed his arm and said in a deep voice: "Sit down and absorb the cold air!" He then looked at the two monks sitting in a low voice and said: "Jingheng, Lingyu, hurry up and use your skills!
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Wan Lin, Cheng Ru and Feng Dao heard the voice of their grandfather, and the few suddenly realized that the cold air hidden in the scabbard must be the true energy left by the ancestor Xuanyin! The three of them quickly sat cross-legged on the ground and pressed their hands on the Dantian.
The true energy in the body was lifted up.
The old man from Wan family looked at the cold air that was shrouded in the little monk and Lingyu, and his face showed a look of reverence. He knew that while Senior Xuanyin founded the Xuanxu Temple, the gods had crossed time and space and had divined these thousands of times.
The decline of Xuanxu Temple after the New Year.
This ancestor was preparing for the future, forcing out a part of the supreme cold skills he had learned, sealed them in this scabbard, and left them to those who are destined to be, hoping that the visitor could help Xuanxuguan regain his past majesty.
But the old man really didn't expect that this person with a deep connection with Xuanxu Temple was not himself and Wan Lin, but the little monk, the stupid boy from the supernatural temple!