"This knife... has no name, it was picked up by me when I was young."
Ye Chenlong smiled awkwardly, afraid that Ye Feng would misunderstand, so he hurriedly said, "But don't underestimate this knife, it is the knife that has been with me for so many years."
"Although this sword is not even spiritual, has no special power or spirituality, its tenacity is unimaginable!"
A flash of light flashed in Ye Chenlong's eyes, "Even the Wushi Sword, which is known as the slash of everything, cannot leave a trace on the sword!"
"Wu Shi Jian?"
Ye Feng was stunned, as if he had heard of this name somewhere.
"This is a famous sword in the Shengcang Continent. It is known as one of the three ancient holy swords and is known to be able to isolate time."
Ye Chenlong sighed, the Wushi Sword's sharpness was unparalleled and able to cut everything, and it became famous in ancient times.
"Oh, I remembered it."
Ye Feng suddenly realized that he had seen this name in ancient books. It said that the Wushi Sword was forged in chaos, integrated into the power of chaos, and could ignore time, so it was called Wushi Sword.
Everything that is cut by Wushi Sword will solidify on the spot, and time will be shattered by the sword blade.
There are many powerful beings who were killed by Wushi Sword. Even if their bodies are destroyed, the part of the flesh and blood cut by Wushi Sword will be left forever.
Because of the characteristic of Wushi Sword, some things that are difficult to preserve will be cut open by people with Wushi Sword and then exist forever.
Ye Feng disagreed with the records in ancient books. Now that he heard what Ye Chenlong said, he realized that there was such a strange sword in the world.
"Have you seen Wushi Jian?"
Ye Feng looked at the nameless black sword in his hand. This sword could withstand the sharpness of the Wushi Sword, without any scars, and seemed very unusual.
"Um……"
Ye Chen's eyes showed a long reminiscent look and nodded slowly. Facing Ye Feng's curious gaze, he didn't say much.
Seeing that Ye Chenlong was not interested in talking about Wushi Jian, Ye Feng did not ask questions, but looked at the black knife in his hand and said, "You have been carrying this knife for so long, haven't you named it?"
"I am good at martial arts. My weapon is my fist. Although this knife is special, it does not suit me and does not belong to me."
Ye Chenlong shook his head, "So I've been waiting for the person who really suits it, and that person will name it."
Ye Feng was stunned when he heard this. Ye Chenlong gave him the black knife, obviously he recognized him, so he naturally had to give him the name.
"Then I will name it... I will call it... Black Knife in the future!"
Ye Feng's eyes lit up and he looked at Ye Chenlong with great anticipation.
“…”
Ye Chenlong looked at Ye Feng with a stiff expression. He felt helpless at Ye Feng's anticipated gaze. Could it be that Ye Feng thought this name was very good?
"Are you sure you call this?"
Ye Chenlong asked hesitantly.
"What a good name."
Ye Feng smiled brightly and stroked the black knife, "It's so black, the black knife is the best name for it."
"This kid is a nameless guy!"
Ye Chenlong looked at Ye Feng and roared in his heart. He kept trying not to name the Black Knife, hoping that a suitable person would give him a domineering name.
But now, Ye Chenlong felt a little regretful, so he might as well give it to Ye Feng.
"Forget it, just be happy."
Ye Chenlong waved his hand and had already handed over the black knife to Ye Feng. It was Ye Feng's, so just Ye Feng would do whatever he wanted.
"I once made a name for myself in Tianyuan Kingdom with a pair of fists and a knife. People are called Iron Fist Madman."
"Um?"
Ye Feng was a little confused. He made a name for himself by relying on his fists and swords. Why is there no nickname related to swords?
"Ahem..."
Seeing Ye Feng's strange eyes, Ye Chenlong coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment, and then said: "This knife can take on all attacks. I have to rely on it for several times to escape from death. Don't lose its reputation."
"You didn't make any name for it! This knife is used as a shield in your hand!"
Ye Feng was covered in black and couldn't help but complain.
"Okay, I've finished drinking and a knife for you. I'm leaving."
Ye Chenlong was stared at Ye Feng's eyes and felt uneasy. He quickly waved his hand and walked away quickly.
After drinking a lot of wine with Ye Chenlong, Ye Feng was also sleepy. After the former left, he felt sleepy and entered his dream.
In the dream, Ye Feng once again dreamed of the terrifying battlefield, the magical powers that destroyed the world were raging, the torn sky, the broken earth...
"Bang!"
Ye Feng suddenly sat up from the bed, a hint of fear in his eyes had not yet dissipated, and the sunlight from the outside shone on his face.
"It's that dream again..."
After sleeping until dawn, Ye Feng was in good spirits. He shook his head and stood up to wash, and his head was still recalling the dream last night.
According to his speculation, the content of the dream was the battle of his fall in his previous life. The war was extremely terrifying. The broken world was even more terrifying than the world on the test of the list of world's talents.
It is conceivable that what kind of battle broke out at that time was only a little awakened from his memories of his previous life, and he could not recall everything he had in the past.
"I will not let the tragedy of the previous life happen again."
Ye Feng clenched his fists and his eyes were tough, "Reincarnated and reborn, I want to stand on the top of the world, no one can defeat me and kill me!"
This is an obsession. Ye Feng does not understand why he died in his previous life, but he will naturally be able to clear his regrets after being reborn for a lifetime. He will be eternal and immortal!
According to legend, if you become a god, you can be immortal, but you are obviously a god in your previous life and still fall, so you still have a realm above the gods.
The God King, the God Emperor, and even the God Emperor, no matter how difficult it is to achieve these realms, Ye Feng must move forward unswervingly.
"Little guy, get up and have a meal."
A gentle voice sounded, and Ye Feng's eyes lit up. This was Ye Yuyi.
Pushing the door out, Ye Yuyi stood in front of the door with a gentle smile and led him into the Dan Hall.
Ye Chenlong, Ye Zhen, and Ye Qingsheng were all waiting here, and the table was filled with food, full of color, fragrance and taste.
This is the first meal Ye Feng ate when he came to the land of inheritance.
Since this month, Ye Feng has been practicing hard. When he is hungry, he relies on cultivation and the medicinal bath prepared by Ye Yuyi to supplement it.
For martial arts practitioners, eating is not necessary. Absorbing true qi can replenish the energy required by the physical body. When it reaches the spiritual realm, it doesn’t matter if you don’t eat for a few years. The effect of spiritual energy nourishing the physical body and replenishing energy is incomparable to ordinary food.
But martial arts practitioners are ultimately humans, with seven emotions and six desires, and the desire for mouth and stomach is one of the six desires. Eating becomes a kind of relaxation and enjoyment.
For example, today, Ye Feng’s coming-of-age ceremony should be celebrated, and eating is part of the celebration.
"Little guy, today I am adult, which means that when you really grow up, you will have to carry the burden on you."
Ye Yuyi picked up the wine glass and said with a smile.