At noon the next day, Li Yan and Li Youwei, each dressed in plain clothes, appeared in the mansion, followed by an old man who hid their breath and were no different from ordinary people.
The little boy was running around, serving tea and pouring water by himself, and was very busy.
The groundworker stood in the courtyard, looking at the half-forged sword body, frowning, somewhat dissatisfied.
Just as everyone was waiting, the air pressure suddenly dropped in the heaven and the earth, and a surging and vast breath appeared. In the ups and downs of the void, the whole body was wrapped in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, hazy and powerful.
Beside Li Yan, the half-closed eyes of the old man suddenly opened, and the light jumped, staring at the figure in the void, and involuntarily became alert.
"Your Majesty, Your Highness the eldest princess, the deity is polite." A phantom voice came from the void, said lightly.
Li Yan got up, clasped his fists in a salute, and said, "Your Excellency is polite, dare to ask your honorable title?"
"Fan", a word came out in the void.
"Van Zun"
Li Yan whispered softly, thought for a moment, and made sure that he had never heard of this name. Next to him, Li Youwei and the old man who followed also shook their heads lightly, expressing that they did not know.
The little boy wanted to laugh, but he endured it very hard, and soon he felt that he couldn't bear it any longer, so he hurried out.
"Come here to work" The ground craftsman glanced at the little boy and said.
The little boy responded, ran to the bellows, and continued to work. However, the little head looked back from time to time, and then turned around quickly. He couldn't laugh if he wanted to.
In the front hall, the three of them talked for a long time. The figure in the void never showed up. Li Yan didn't care. It's not surprising. Many innate powerhouses in this world have quirks and don't want to show up. what.
He doesn't care about these little things. What he needs to confirm is that such a strong person really exists and is strong enough.
The old man next to him said a few words through voice transmission in secret, before Li Yan nodded in relief.
Beyond the second innate robbery and close to the existence of the third robbery, such a strong person is enough.
In the world, most of the innate powerhouses generally stay in the stage of the first innate calamity, the second calamity is not much, and the third calamity is even more rare.
In the hall, the three of them talked for an entire afternoon. Finally, Li Yan took Li Youwei and the old man and left with satisfaction.
After the emperor left, the little boy finally couldn't bear it anymore, he stopped pulling the bellows, ran back to the front hall, and laughed heartlessly.
Scrolling through the void, Ning Chen walked out, looking at the little guy who was laughing and twitching, but helplessly stepped forward and rubbed the latter's head.
"Brother Ning, you promised to teach me two tricks," the little boy finally stopped laughing and said eagerly.
"What do you want to learn?" Ning Chen asked.
"sword"
The little boy rolled his eyes and said excitedly.
Ning Chen smiled softly, this little guy is quite smart, and when he saw him coming to ask for a sword, he asked to learn the sword.
"Senior ground craftsman, I'll lend you another sword." Ning Chen walked out of the front hall and said, looking at the old ground craftsman who was doing the final sharpening of his sword.
"Take it yourself." The ground craftsman waved his hand impatiently and said.
Ning Chen glanced at the row of weapons in the hall. With a wave of his hand, a three-foot green blade flew out. The sword had no blade and the tip was blunt.
"Little fish, see clearly"
The Qingfeng in Ning Chen's hand stretched forward blandly, then threw the sword in his hand to the little guy, and said, "Let's practice."
The little boy's mouth twitched in dissatisfaction, which is too fooling and bullying the child.
"Boom"
At this moment, the front mansion quickly cracked outwards from a very small point, and when the little guy heard the sound and looked away, it collapsed with a bang.
The little boy is stupid, what's going on
"I don't have any money," Ning Chen said consciously, looking at the old ground craftsman's eyes.
"Xiaoyu, your monthly money is halved this year," the craftsman said lightly, moving his gaze to the little boy.
The little guy recovered from the shock, his face was bitter, he didn't have much monthly money, and with this deduction, he didn't even have the money to buy new clothes.
Ning Chen was somewhat gloating, without any guilt of the culprit.
"Practice well, I'll go out for a walk, maybe I can find a fight." After the words fell, Ning Chen's figure suddenly disappeared without a trace.
The little boy picked up the sword in front of him, and slashed out like Ning Chen just now. Looking at the silent wall in front of him, he couldn't help but pouted. The master's teaching of art was just like the legend, and it was cloudy and foggy.
What the little boy didn't know was that Ning Chen had the same sigh as him at the beginning, whether it was Sword Enshrinement, Prince Yan or Mu Bai, they all just used the sword without explaining anything, and then let him learn by himself.
At the beginning, Ning Chen didn't understand, but later, he realized that some truths would only be useful if they had to figure it out on their own.
The true meaning of the sword, fast, accurate, and concentrated, is not too difficult to understand, but there are very few people in the world who can really do it.
Only if the number of swords is enough, the sword's cultivation will increase accordingly. Of course, this number of times varies from person to person.
The most legendary is Prince Da Xiayan, who has learned swordsmanship for 27 years and has developed his own swordsmanship.
The most amazing sword is like the sword of a barren city. He has been obsessed with swords all his life. He realizes that the sword is unparalleled in the world, and ignores the barriers of martial arts.
On this road, the achievements of the two have long been contemptuous of the world, leaving others far behind.
Hei Shihai, under the moonlight was quiet, ten miles away, Ning Chen held the blue ink long sword in his hand, ten miles apart, swung out a sword, and immediately turned around and ran.
The next moment, an angry roar came out, and the two figures flew up and quickly chased after them.
For a moment, the three of them had no idea how many miles they had chased. The two powerhouses in the Holy Land were a little hesitant when they were chasing them.
Soon, the two stopped chasing and returned to the Black Stone Sea.
Ning Chen also followed back, waving the blue ink long sword, blasting towards the Black Stone Sea with a gust of wind.
The anger of the two holy land powerhouses could not be concealed, and they flew out again, chasing them desperately.
Ning Chen was already prepared, and before the two could start chasing, he had already disappeared without a trace.
After chasing for more than 700 miles, the two Holy Land powerhouses stayed for a while and returned again.
Then, Ning Chen came again.
The sword light fell like rain on the Black Stone Sea, and there was a tragic state of dust and sand everywhere.
"You go and kill him, I'm here to guard"
"kindness"
The figure soaring into the sky quickly swept away with murderous intent all over his body.
The corner of Ning Chen's mouth drew an icy arc, and quickly moved away.
He has been waiting for this moment for a long time.
Above the wilderness, the two sides galloped past, one after the other, chasing extremely fiercely.
After the distance was far enough, Ning Chen stopped, turned to face the chasing Holy Land powerhouse, his figure flashed, and a sword swept out.
There was a loud bang, swords clashed, and dust rose everywhere, obscuring the figures of the two.
"Drink!" Gou Yuan shouted angrily, his long sword forced his life, adding three points of ruthlessness.
Ning Chen raised his sword and swung the former away. He stepped forward, and another sword swept out.
Fighting with speed and strength, swords are constantly clashing, sparks are scattered, and rustle and brilliance.
The Limang sword in Ning Chen's hand was faster than the sword, his figure was like an illusion, and the afterimages were shattered several times in a blink of an eye.
"strong"
In Gou Yuan's eyes, the killing intent was stronger than the fighting intent.
"The scroll of the earth, the earth turns a thousand times"
With a wave of his hand, the scroll of the earth reappeared in the world, the earth shook, and the large pieces of earth and mountains that flew up kept closing in on the middle, trapping and killing the powerful people in the Holy Land.
Gou Yuan's eyes froze, he stepped thousands of feet, and the sword danced across the sky, and the sword lights flew out, smashing the earth, mountains and rocks around him.
However, in the midst of the raging sand and waves, a sword appeared in front of him, silently, like a scythe of the death god, and instantly reflected.
Gou Yuan's body was shocked, and the knife blocked his way. After a moment, the knife broke and his soul returned.
Ning Chen didn't stop at all, he quickly swept in the direction of the Black Stone Sea, and when he arrived, he rushed inside.
Two sapphire trees grow quietly within the stone sea. Next to them, a strong man in a black battle suit is guarding them. After seeing the figure that appears, the murderous intent on his body is surging like a sea.
Gou Yuan did not return, but this person came back. There is no suspense about the result.
Unexpectedly, the loser would be Gou Yuan, this young powerhouse surprised him.
Ning Chen's expression was also very solemn. The person in front of him was his real trouble. A strong man who was infinitely close to the Third Tribulation of the Innate was a big challenge for him.
Yu Wenxiao waved his hand and placed a restriction around the two green jade trees. He immediately held both hands empty, and behind him a pair of golden and silver long and short swords flew out and fell into his hands.
Ning Chen's eyes narrowed, Zimujian!
He has encountered many strong swordsmen, but this is the first time he has encountered a person who uses a child and mother sword. This fight is not easy to fight.
As soon as he stepped on the foot, the figure disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of him. Ning Chen was the first to make a move, and he wanted to personally try the mystery of the letter sword.
There was a loud bang, and countless black stones flew up around the two of them. They were affected by the scattered sword intent, and they were instantly torn apart.
At the moment when the long swords clashed, the golden dagger slashed across the edge, taking an inch of risk and closing the throat.
Ning Chen retreated in a hurry, the black hair in front of him fell down and landed on the ground.
Yu Wenxiao moved under his feet, and the silver long sword slashed a sharp edge, slashing out a waterfall of dazzling brilliance.
The green ink long sword in Ning Chen's hand blocked the silver sword's edge, and the moment when the two bodies staggered, the golden light was striking, pointing directly at the vital point.
With a stab, the plain clothes cracked, the dangerous and dangerous heart was half an inch, and the sword wind brought out a bloodstain, which was extremely dangerous.
Ning Chen rubbed his right hand on his chest, silver brilliance flashed, and the wound quickly froze.
"come again"
With a wave of Ning Chen's left hand, the frost blossomed, and a waterfall of wind and snow gathered sharply. In a flash, a snow-colored long sword appeared.
He rarely uses dual swords, but that doesn't mean he can't use them. He has been with the seniors for so long, and he always has to learn something.
"Learning to walk in Handan is beyond stupid"
Yu Wenxiao sneered and bullied him again, the long sword chasing the soul, and the short sword killing his life.
In Ning Chen's hand, the green ink long sword took the move and blocked the attack of the silver long sword.
At the moment when the short sword was threatening his life, Ning Chen did not dodge or evade, the snow-colored long sword in his hand swept out directly, and the long front was racing.
As the saying goes, an inch is short, an inch is dangerous.
However, there is another saying that an inch is long and an inch is strong. The long sword and the short sword are racing between life and death, and the next moment is the ruthless ending of victory or defeat.