The old man didn't hesitate and spoke immediately.
"strength!"
I have to say that these two words are indeed enough to impress Fang Hao, quite enough. There is no way, there are a lot of things waiting for him to solve, and he needs to have enough strength.
Therefore, the old man seemed very interested in being able to give himself strength.
"Senior, please tell me, how can you give me strength? It doesn't mean direct initiation, then I won't do it."
If it were another person, if he could get the initiation from such a powerful person, he would probably be able to burn incense every day because of the smoke coming out of his ancestral graves.
But for Fang Hao, accepting the initiation from others is tantamount to cutting off his future. This can indeed greatly increase his strength in the early stage, but it will be more difficult to surpass the old man's peak in the future.
And this is the only most convenient and direct way that Fang Hao can think of that can help him improve his strength.
The old man shook his head: "What you have in mind is quite beautiful. Even if you want to be empowered, I don't have the power anymore."
Fang Hao shrugged: "It's not initiation? What is that?"
Then, the old man said something inexplicably.
"You'll know in a minute."
After saying that, he turned around, facing one direction, and began to form handprints in his hands. At the same time, he was still chanting obscure incantations.
Fang Hao was a little confused at first, but soon he discovered the magical place.
In the space around him, Fang Hao clearly remembered that there was no trace of poisonous mist. At that time, Fang Hao was confused for a while.
But now, the poisonous mist breath finally appeared, instantly attracting Fang Hao's attention.
In the void ahead, streams of dark green light began to condense towards one place, and poisonous mist surrounded the center like a breeze.
There was not much movement in the poisonous mist at first, but later, as the power became stronger, the poisonous mist completely formed a storm.
In the storm, Fang Hao faintly saw that something seemed to be condensing. When the thing solidified, he saw clearly that it was a dark green long sword.
The overall fitness of the long sword is like an emerald carving. It looks like it will be broken if you pinch it casually. The seemingly edgeless blade gives people an inexplicable cold aura.
The shape of the long sword is also a bit weird. It looks like a long sword, but only one side has an edge, and the other side is not edged.
After staring at the common sword for a long time, Fang Hao's final evaluation was, "What a great sword!"
Of course, it is only to the extent of being a good sword. So far, Fang Hao has not found anything special about it.
"Senior, what do you mean by making this sword? Do you want to give it to this junior?"
Fang Hao said doubtfully.
The old man indeed nodded slightly: "That's right, don't underestimate this sword. Maybe you haven't seen it, but it has a resounding name. You have definitely heard of it."
"Oh, what's the name?"
"Ten Thousand Poison Dao Swords!"
"Forehead……"
Fang Hao touched his head, then shook his head: "I haven't heard of it."
silence……
Deathly silence...
At this time, the atmosphere between the two was a bit awkward. One side took out the treasure in a very pretentious manner, preparing to open the eyes of the other party, but the result was good, they didn't know the goods at all.
At this moment, the old man really wanted to shoot Fang Hao to death, but then he had no choice but to do so.
"You... forget it, let's just say it. This Ten Thousand Poison Dao Sword is the core of the endless poisonous mist you see outside. In other words, it is this sword that creates the poisonous mist outside."
When the other party mentioned the Ten Thousand Poison Dao Sword, Fang Hao was indeed confused. But now, when he mentioned the poisonous fog outside, Fang Hao's eyes lit up instantly, and he immediately looked at the Ten Thousand Poison Dao Sword with burning eyes.
"Senior, are you saying that it was this sword that caused the poisonous mist outside?"
"Exactly, this time, you understand how powerful it is."
Seeing the smile on the other person's face, Fang Hao was so excited that he suddenly had an idea and asked quickly.
"Wait a minute, senior, so according to your opinion, the poisonous mist in the God-falling Swamp was your deliberate act?"
The old man was quite happy and immediately nodded in recognition.
"That's right, it's me. It can be said that the entire Falling God Swamp is a testing ground, a testing ground for becoming my disciple. Only those who are recognized by me and have the fate can have the opportunity to get here."
"this……"
After hearing what the other party said, Fang Hao was still a little surprised. This old guy, yes, he knew a thing or two about the prestige of the Fallen God Swamp. Unexpectedly, the reason was just a training ground for finding disciples.
According to Fang Hao's speculation, if you want to be recognized by this old guy, it means Jiugong Avenue, or other complete avenues. As for the destined people, generally speaking, as long as a normal person comes to this kind of place, he will definitely develop his own avenue.
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If you feel that you can integrate the heaven here, you will definitely not miss such a good opportunity, and once you integrate, the abilities you will gain are what you have now.
At this time, you will definitely feel that there is a familiar atmosphere in Falling God Mountain, plus it is the source of all poisons. If you have the same ability as Fang Hao, you may come here.
Of course, nothing is absolute. If the other party is a coward and doesn't dare to take risks, then the old man won't be able to see him, so naturally he has no chance.
Thinking of it, Fang Hao finally understood that Wei Mao had a feeling of being plotted before, and that was probably why.
"Well, senior is really... willful."
Fang Hao smiled helplessly, then turned his attention to the so-called Ten Thousand Poison Dao Sword and asked.
"Senior, according to your opinion, this Ten Thousand Poison Dao Sword can help this junior gain strength. How do you say that?"
The old man replied simply.
"Can't a sword that defies heaven bring you strength?"
Fang Hao was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly.
"That's true, but what can a sword do, no matter how powerful it is?"
In Fang Hao's impression, swords, guns, swords and halberds are just weapons in human hands. Perhaps a good weapon can improve eyesight, but the real power depends on the owner of the weapon.
If you ask an ordinary person holding a divine weapon, he probably still won't be able to defeat him in the realm of Ning Yuan. When the difference in strength is too big, the weapon won't be of much use.
The old man smiled, looked at Fang Hao, and said calmly: "Boy, what you are talking about is just an ordinary weapon. Haven't you heard of a saying in the Daluo Realm?"
Fang Hao was stunned: "What are you talking about?"
"Daluo Sifang Domain, one sword can determine the nine states. Do you think one of these swords can't bring you power?"
…
Fang Hao was silent. He had read this sentence before. During the previous campaign against various mountain villages, he had read some books that helped him understand the Daluo Realm.
What the old man said just now is indeed a widely circulated sentence in the Daluo world.
In the records, there is a saying that one sword can determine the Nine Provinces. (To be continued)