Lin Xuan sat on the ground with his back against the stone tablet.
The Immortality Secret surged in his body, and soon the fifth spirit pulse was released. The aura on his body surged in an instant, and an invisible wave of air swept across all directions.
The Immortality Technique is very special. After Lin Xuan practiced it, the spiritual power in his body is extremely strong. His current spiritual power is no weaker than that of a monk at the sixth level of Pulse Condensation. If he really breaks through to the sixth level of Pulse Condensation, he may be able to
Sweeping all the sixth-level monks with one hand.
Lin Xuan slowly opened his eyes, his narrow eyes flickered from time to time, and a lazy smile appeared on his face.
"My cultivation has improved, but I only found one stone. It seems we need to hurry up!" Lin Xuan was full of energy.
"I want spiritual roots!" Jiuye shouted at this time.
"I want a sword!" Not to be outdone, Lin Xuan walked in with the stainless steel sword on his shoulder.
Not long after walking, a faint mist emerged in front of him, and Lin Xuan felt dizzy from a distance away.
"No, it's poisonous!" He quickly retreated. Now that he had mastered the Shadow Step, his speed was absolutely amazing. Leaving afterimages on the spot, Lin Xuan arrived at a safe place in the blink of an eye.
It was impossible to go deep, so it seemed that we could only go outside. Lin Xuan made up his mind and headed outside.
The further he walked outside, the more frightened Lin Xuan became. As soon as he got closer to the outside, he felt the rapid loss of spiritual power in his body, which made him very frightened.
"Damn! It's dangerous inside, and it's dangerous outside. Only the middle is safe, what a shabby place!" Lin Xuan looked helpless.
He couldn't think of a way for the time being, so he could only stay near the stone monument.
The night is extremely dark.
Lin Xuan cut down some black trees and burned them as firewood, but it didn't take long for him to realize that he was in trouble.
A black whirlwind rose from the felled trees and rolled toward Lin Xuan. The newly lit fire was extinguished instantly, and the huge suction pulled him crazily.
Lin Xuan's body shone with light, and the cyan spiritual power formed a thin film on his body to resist the black wind like a mad knife. At the same time, he dug his feet into the soil and resisted with all his strength.
Phew! Phew!
Not long after, black whirlwinds came from all directions, moving quickly towards Lin Xuan. At this critical moment, a black spiritual power surged out of his body, and half of his body was covered with black lotus patterns.
Two black lotus leaves wrapped Lin Xuan, blocking out all the little black whirlwinds.
After a moment, all the black wind disappeared, and the lotus patterns on Lin Xuan's body also disappeared. He felt the mysterious black spiritual power in his body gradually disappear, and his face became extremely solemn.
In the past, this power prevented him from practicing, but now it started to protect him, which made Lin Xuan a little confused for a while.
"Hmm? Xiaoxuanzi, there are a lot of brown stones behind you!" The wine master's voice interrupted Lin Xuan's thinking.
Jiuye's state cannot provide Lin Xuan with substantial power at all, so he has no way to take action like the scene just now. Lin Xuan also knows this, but this guy is always reluctant to mention the black lotus, which makes him a little bit
Teeth itchy.
He turned his head helplessly and was suddenly startled.
Seven or eight brown stones are arranged horizontally and vertically on the ground. The largest one is as big as a millstone and the smallest one is as big as a fist.
"So many?" Lin Xuan was slightly stunned, "It must have been brought by the strange wind just now."
With the light of his spiritual power, he placed the stones together, and then lit the firewood again.
Fortunately, there was no strange black wind this time. Lin Xuan knocked on the stone, preparing to cut it open one by one. His palm was like a knife, and he swung down to cut the brown stone.
As a result, only two things were cut out of seven stones.
One is the spiritual root that the wine master needs, and the other is a black tile, as big as the palm of your hand.
The wine master put away the spiritual root with a smile, while Lin Xuan took the black tile into his arms with a dark face.
"Where's the promised sword?" Lin Xuan angrily hammered the stone tablet next to him.
Boom! Half of the stone tablet collapsed and Lin Xuan jumped.
"So weak?" Lin Xuan muttered.
"Okay, Xiao Xuanzi, because you helped me find my spiritual root, I will give you a sword." The wine master suddenly said.
"What, you have a sword?" Lin Xuan jumped angrily, "Why don't you give it to me sooner..."
"Young man, you are too impatient!" the wine master said calmly, "It's a bit difficult for you now, if you don't believe me, try it."
While he was talking, a black vortex appeared in front of Lin Xuan, and then, a dark red sword flew out from it and inserted into the soil with a clang.
Different from the ordinary three-foot long sword, this is a big sword. The sword body is very wide, but not thick, and the hilt is long enough for Lin Xuan to hold it with both hands without any trouble.
Lin Xuan looked at the dark red sword covered with rust, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch. Although he liked the look of this sword, it was too old, and many places were stained with rust.
, it looks like an antique at first glance.
"Is this the treasure you gave me?" Lin Xuan asked worriedly, "It won't break as soon as you use it, right?"
"Hmph, you can't break it even if you break it!" The wine master snorted coldly, "I originally wanted to give this sword to you after you became stronger, but giving it to you now is too reluctant."
Lin Xuan was dissatisfied: "What do you mean by reluctance?" He stepped forward and reached out to hold the hilt of the sword.
It's comfortable, very comfortable! Lin Xuan doesn't want to let go as soon as he holds it in his hand. It feels like holding the hand of a goddess. It's so refreshing.
With a slight exertion, Lin Xuan was about to pull out the dark red sword and practice the Thunder Sword Technique with it.
As a result, the dark red sword did not move at all.
"Hmph!" The wine man snorted, and then said quietly, "Sure enough, you are too young..."
Lin Xuan's face darkened, and he pulled it out hard, but it still didn't move at all.
He was stunned, shouted low, and then used all his strength. Finally, the dark red sword slowly rose up and gradually left the land.
"Damn, it's so heavy, what kind of material is it made of?" Lin Xuan couldn't help but cursed.
"Yes, you can lift it with just the strength of your muscles. It seems you are stronger than I thought." The wine master said unceremoniously.
Lin Xuan had a dark face. He finally understood why the wine master said he was reluctant. He ran the Immortality Secret, blue spiritual energy pulsed out, and a surging power surged out of his body.
His arms finally stopped shaking, but with the support of spiritual power, he still felt very heavy. Lin Xuan tried waving twice and found that the spiritual power was consumed very quickly.
when!
Lin Xuan inserted the dark red sword into the ground and stood with the sword in his hand.
"I said, Uncle Drunkard, you didn't mean to mess with me, did you? How do you use this sword to perform Thunder Sword Technique?"
The wine man took a sip of wine: "It's good to get used to it, and conquering it will definitely bring you unexpected benefits. Think about it, if you make such a heavy sword dance like an embroidery needle, what will you do?
How strong is it?"
Of course Lin Xuan knew that he was just saying a few words. From the moment he held the sword, he fell in love with it.
"From now on, I will continue my martial arts journey with you!" Lin Xuan whispered, "I'll just call you Hongyan."
He poured cyan spiritual power into the sword, and the next moment, under the rust stains on the sword, a red light suddenly flashed, and strange runes were faintly visible, which was extremely mysterious.