There is a sword chant on the sword song mountain. Buzzing, like flies.

In the mountains and forests, the sword dances solo, the sword sings Qingyue, the sword is free and easy, and the person who hears it is pleasing to the eye.

100,000 good swords are inserted in the mountain, a hundred flowers are contending, and a hundred schools of thought are blooming, but Jiang Ning's heart is a little irritable.

Whether it is an ordinary sword, a sword, a magic sword, or a spirit sword, it should have its own arrogance, not the dusty women who stand outside with a fan in the Qinglou Goulan and solicit customers.

"There are 100,000 swords on Jianming Mountain in our Sword Washing Pavilion, and there is a 3,000-step sword ladder from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, everyone only needs to pay 10,000 yuan of liquid, they can walk this sword ladder once, and how many steps they have walked through can take any sword under the ladder level. The poor girl said as if she was the daughter of the prefect of Luoyang City, and she was not the little princess of the Sword Washing Pavilion.

The white-clothed Ye Xuan said with a smile: "100,000 swords gathered together, the sword aura is strong, the sword intent is compelling, it is indeed magnificent, I will try it later." ”。

Qingluo in Tsing Yi just smiled and didn't speak.

The cultivation of people who break through the mountain path is different, up to the Star Pole Realm and down to the Casting Spirit Realm, which makes Jiang Ning a little surprised.

Chen Qingyao, who was shaking the koi folding fan, was so keen, and immediately explained: "The abnormal appearance on Jianming Mountain is a divine will, which directly points to people's hearts, and will not damage the physical body, and it has little to do with the level of the cultivator's Yuan Qi cultivation, so no matter who it is, even if it is a mortal who has not practiced the mental method at all, as long as he can afford to pay 10,000 yuan of liquid, he can also come to walk the mountain road." ”。

Jiang Ning grinned.

This Sword Washing Pavilion's Sword Singing Mountain is not completely useless.

The poor girl led the group to a steaming hut, where a thin, short-haired woman was pounding the blade of a short sword with a black sledgehammer in her hand.

Jiang Ning's eyes widened. Qingluo, Ye Xuan, didn't have any surprised expressions, thinking that her brother had already explained to her.

Seeing Jiang Ning's surprised expression, Chen Qingping was very satisfied, and whispered, "Isn't it a surprise?"

Jiang Ning nodded and said, "The dignified 'Guanyin Master', the Sword Washing Pavilion only gave her such a rotten casting environment?"

The thin woman finished the last beating, put the sword embryo in her hand into the ice water, took off the black gloves in her hand that exuded spiritual power fluctuations, and a waiter behind her respectfully handed over a dry and absorbent cotton cloth, and carefully wiped the sweat off her face.

"Ben is a blacksmith. The woman's face was very good-looking, but it was lighter, and she didn't look like an aunt of a poor girl, but like a sister, and even her words were so concise and to the point.

Jiang Ning smiled.

Blacksmiths and swordsmiths are still far apart. Those who specialize in forging weapons are cultivating some relatively special mental methods, and their combat power may not be strong, but Xinghuo is much stronger than ordinary people in the Star Extreme Realm. The process of forging their spirit sword was not as cumbersome and complicated as the thin woman in front of them. Probably just put the material into the spark and smelt it into a sword embryo, and after attaching the precise sharp formation and the spirit formation, it was a protracted process of smelting and reinforcement.

The sword-forging process of the thin woman in front of her looks ordinary, but in fact, it is already unique in the line of casting spiritual weapons.

Ordinary cultivators of the Star Pole Realm, especially below the fifth layer of the Star Pole, Jiang Ning didn't pay attention to it, but he instinctively felt that this thin 'little aunt' in front of him was very dangerous. It's just a three-layer star.

The thin woman stretched out her hand, and two small pocket swords, one long and one short, appeared in her hand.

The patterns on the long sword are intricate and exquisite, the blade surface is as smooth as water and bright as a mirror, just lying quietly on Guan Ying's hand, there is a sharp intention emanating, and even the stuffy casting hut is a little cooler.

The short sword is a little different, the sword body is rough and smooth, but it is actually covered with fine particles, it must be a rough feel to the touch, the whole sword is black, not reflective, and there is no embellishment, there is a deep blood groove in the middle, only the blades at both ends are the same sharp.

"The sword you wanted. Guan Ying chuckled.

Ye Xuan beckoned, and the long sword directly sank into her body.

Jiang Ning raised his eyebrows, he was obviously a Yuan Dan ninety percent, but he was able to wipe out the thin woman's original true yuan in an instant, and this hand alone was not simple.

"Thank you, Master Guan Ying. ”

The thin woman nodded.

Qingluo in Tsing Yi accepted the black short sword with a smile, and quietly cast a blessing, and then said affectionately: "Thank you, auntie." ”。

Jiang Ning and Chen Qingyao both smelled the murderous aura.

Guan Ying rubbed Qingluo's little head. Like Chen Qingyao, she prefers this girl from the Rakshasa Palace.

A sword is a sword, used to kill, what to do if it looks so good.

The two women in Tsing Yi and Bai Yi fought openly and secretly, and Chen Qingyao sweated like rain.

The poor girl didn't seem to realize it, and squeezed her eyebrows at Jiang Ning.

Jiang Ning secretly said that this girl is really a knife-mouthed tofu-hearted, and she just mentioned it like that, so she really took it to heart and asked him to ask the 'Guanyin Master' to help build a spirit sword.

If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools.

The opportunity is in front of him, and Jiang Ning will naturally not give up. If Xiao Ash can become a spirit sword, it will also be a great help to his trip to the Thirteen Kingdoms.

Xiao Shen crossed his hands, and Jiang Ning said respectfully: "Please also ask Master Guan Ying to help the kid refine this sword into a spirit sword, if you have any requirements, the master can mention it." ”。

The poor girl jumped into the arms of the thin woman and said coquettishly: "Auntie, Jiang Si is my friend, you can help him! You have helped my brother's two daughters-in-law, and you can't favor one over the other when you come to me!"

Guan Ying didn't agree directly, but carefully took a large amount of Xiao Shen in Jiang Ning's hand, and said, "Is it the sword of Moyun Sword Pool?"

Jiang Ning nodded.

The poor girl secretly said that it was not good, Moyun Sword Chi only used them to wash the sword pavilion as a sword washing boy who was a hand-washer, calling and waving, and she had never seen it once, and it was easy to say anything else, even if she asked Guan Ying to cast a new spirit sword, she might not be unable to agree, but it would be even more difficult for her to transform a sword from Moyun Sword Pool into a spirit sword.

Guan Ying frowned.

Jiang Ning said: "But what's the problem?"

"I can forge a spirit sword for you again. ”。

Jiang Ning shook his head and said, "Changing swords is like changing hearts, Jiang Ning only needs this handle in his hand." ”。

When everyone heard this, their eyes lit up, but they secretly regretted that Jiang Ning and the spirit sword had missed.

Guan Ying said: "There are countless spirit swords on the sword mountain outside, seven or eight out of ten are better than the one in your hand, just by what you can say, there is no problem in walking to the thousand steps to take down a spirit sword, if you still want the spirit sword, go to the mountain to get it, you don't need to come to me again." ”。

Jiang Ning sneered: "Those on the mountain are not swords, they are cheap, none of them are comparable to the little ash in my hand, if the master is unwilling to make a move, Jiang Ning will find another master." ”。

"Everyone, meet again!" Jiang Ning clenched his fists and smiled goodbye, and nodded to the poor girl before leaving.

Guan Ying didn't have the annoyance that everyone imagined, but smiled very happily and said, "Wait." ”。

"What else does the master have to say?"

The thin woman's smile revealed a hint of intimacy, "Two thousand steps, you have to walk over and think about it without the slightest problem." ”

Chen Qingyao's face was a little shocked, and the three thousand swords of Jian Mingshan chanted, even he himself had only walked through one thousand eight hundred steps, and at this moment, his aunt actually said that this person could walk through two thousand steps!

From three thousand years ago to the present, there are no more people who can walk through two thousand steps than their hands, Jiang Ning, are you such a peerless genius?

Jiang Ning was unmoved, and said, "I only need this handle in my hand."

"Okay!" The smile on Guan Ying's face grew, and he said, "If you can walk through the three thousand steps, how about I build the magic sword in my hand for you?"

Jiang Ning was overjoyed: "A word is a certainty!"

Jianmingshan, Jiang Ning, Qingluo, Ye Xuan, Chen Qingyao, and the poor girl each paid 10,000 yuan and came to the stairway at the foot of the mountain.

Jiang Ning smiled: "Then let's go?"

The poor girl said, "Let's go!"

At first, Jiang Ning came to the top with a vertical leap of more than 100 steps, and the rest of the people were probably the same.

Most of those swords at the lowest level are first-class swords that are not at the level of magic swords, although the material is good and the workmanship is good, but that's all, that faint sword chant is as thin as a gossamer, and it doesn't have time to leave a ripple in their hearts before it is quickly wiped away, and it has no impact at all.

Jiang Ning made another leap and came to the three hundred steps, and the sword here has reached the level of a magic sword.

There seems to be an inexplicable formation constraint on Jianming Mountain, so no matter how those sword qi are reloaded, they can't break the constraints of the formation and run to the mountain road, and the only thing that can interfere and tempt the people who climb the mountain is the subtle sword groan emanating from the shaking sword body.

Jiang Ning still ignored it, from the beginning of coming to the foot of this mountain, all Jiang Ning could feel in his heart was irritability.

It's like someone stroking back and forth on his body with a black hand that occupies dirty water, even if that person is a beauty, he can't have a good mood, he just wants to cut off all those black hands with a sword to calm down.

Hongshuang and Chu Chengcheng at the bottom didn't use swords in the first place, or when one of these two people fought, they relied on themselves, and the other simply didn't know how to fight, so they didn't want to run to the mountain to make fun at the beginning.

"You say, can that guy Jiang Si do it? Hongshuang said with some worry, because she clearly saw that the poor girl who had just walked to the three hundred steps had begun to become heavy, and Jiang Ning was about to walk a full three thousand steps.

"Probably yes. Chu Tingcheng, who has newly joined the big family, seems to be more confident than Hongshuang.

Hong Shuangxiao teased Chu Qingcheng's squeak with his fingers and laughed: "Why are you so confident in that guy?

Chu Qingcheng dodged the charming girl's little hand, and said with a smile while fighting back: "Sister Kapok and Ah Cai both believe in him, so I believe it too." ”。

When he was outside, Ah Cai always liked to stay in the black bottle, but after arriving in Jiang Ning's small world, although Ah Cai still didn't speak, he seemed much more cheerful, and basically didn't return to the bottle much. Chu Chengcheng thought, there must be a reason.

Soon, Jiang Ning came to the thousandth step, and the buzzing sword groan began to become thick as water, standing on the mountain road, it was like being stuffed into a hornet's nest, and there were annoying chirpings everywhere.

For Chen, Qing, and Ye, who had also walked to the thousandth level, it was a different feeling, what they felt was a kind of heart-scratching desire, urging them to stop, stop, stop and take away a sword.

When I got here, all that caught my eye were spirit swords that were above the grade of the spirit weapon.

Looking at Jiang Ning's dialect, there are all kinds of swords, whether it is a long sword, a broken sword, a wide sword, a thin sword, a sword of the mother and a child, or some big swords of special materials, they are much more majestic than the little gray in their hands. But he didn't stop.

One hundred steps, two hundred steps!

The sound of the sword is like a tide, even if you don't want to hear it, you will involuntarily squeeze into Jiang Ning's head bit by bit.

Jiang Ning still refused to stop.

If a sword loses its backbone, just to be able to get the favor of others, what is the difference between it and the dusty woman in the Qinglou Goulan?

What he wants is not a sword that can be used by all people, what he wants is the little gray in his hand. It was the sword exchange that he jokingly talked about with Queer in the Moyun Sword Pool.

Jiang Ning grinned, took a vertical leap, and flew up to the two thousand steps!

Changing the sword is like changing the heart, and the sword in my hand has been changed from Qingluan to Xiao Ash.

In this life, I will never change it once!

On the 2,000-step mountain road of Jianming Mountain, the sword qi is generated, and there are 3,000 feet!