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I've never seen anything like a metal that has spirituality!

Chen Long held his breath and continued to look down, "...... Spiritual metals are hard to come by, and the host should be careful......"

There is still no answer! Tell me, what kind of spiritual metal?

"Immortal sword quenching, gathering the aura of heaven and earth, sun and moon, to become a sword edge, spirit bones into a sword body, fairy bones into sword spirits, and divine bones into sword souls, so, the quenched sword, when the enemy of the world, all worlds dominate ......"

I'll go! return the fairy bones and god bones...... Could it be that this fairy sword is said by a dog?

Of course, this is Long Chen's reverie, and he naturally knows in his heart that most of these so-called fairy bones, divine bones and spirit bones are some kind of metal!

"Immortal bones and divine bones enter the immortal cultivation realm to find them, in short, they are all treasures that are not easy to obtain......"

This time to obtain a systematic think tank is equivalent to waste, although the method of refining the sword is explained, but these are all high-level positions, and they are not at all within the reach of Chen Long's current ability.

Perhaps, there is a chance to obtain the spiritual bones of the spiritual metal, but the phrase "can not be found" is completely the rhythm of thousands of alpacas galloping.

What's more, there are fairy bones and god bones, it's just a fantasy!

After Chen Long finished browsing all the contents of the think tank, he had some expectations for refining the sword in his heart, but he was also a little confused. At the same time, he was still worried about the black aura that remained in the center of the blade of the Imperial Immortal Sword.

Because no matter what, this trace of black aura is by no means accidental, there must be something wrong.

As for what the problem was, Chen Long couldn't say, he thought of the Xuanchen Taoist of the Immortal Martial Temple of the Sanyuan Palace in Guangshi City.

This bull-nosed Taoist looks kind, kind and gentle, he shouldn't have any problems!

He can't pass on the Imperial Immortal Sword to Long Chen, and secretly harm Long Chen, right?

At the very least, since he obtained the inheritance of the Imperial Immortal Sword, all the "pots" in the demon world have to be carried by Long Chen, and the endless pursuit and killing are enough to make Long Chen feel painful.

If there are any more bugs in the inheritance of the Imperial Immortal Sword, wouldn't it be even worse? Not only is it not only chasing and killing people all over the world with a pot on his back, but also suffering the damage caused by the bug of the Imperial Immortal Sword itself, which is simply mad!

Before there was no evidence, Long Chen would not speculate, but in his heart, he had already vaguely realized that the inheritance of the Imperial Immortal Sword he had obtained was by no means so simple.

This Imperial Immortal Sword is not only about the grievances between the Immortal Cultivation Realm and the Demon Realm, but it seems that there is something more greasy in it.

For the time being, suppress that black aura through his own tea qi, at least with such a righteous qi, in a short period of time, this evil qi will not back, and become the dominant force of the Imperial Immortal Sword.

After practicing for two or three hours, Long Chen withdrew the Imperial Immortal Sword into his divine sense, hugged Guiyuan, and exhaled, and his cultivation came to an end tonight.

Then, after a little breathing, he lay on the bed, thought for a moment, and thought about going to the train station early tomorrow morning to pick up his sister Chen Feng in Shenzhen, he was a little looking forward to it.

It has been a long time since he and his sister Chen Feng have been separated, and since they embarked on the road of studying in another country, the brother and sister have also gathered less and separated more.

This time, my sister Chen Feng graduated from university and came to Shenzhen decisively, and the brother and sister were also reunited. With family affection to take care of each other, it is far better than anything else.

There were so many thoughts that it was almost dawn before he fell asleep.

When he opened his eyes again, it was already close to half past six in the morning, and he got up with all his bones, washed up, and went straight to the train station.

Fortunately, Chen Feng's train happened to be at the Shenzhen East Railway Station, not far from Chen Long's rental house.

Chen Long breathed the first breath of fresh air in Shenzhen, shuttled through the exit of the train station, and watched the few pedestrians, dragging heavy suitcases, coming and going.

He suddenly remembered Sima Qian's sentence written in the biography of the goods colony in the "Historical Records": "The bustle of the world is for profit, and the hustle and bustle of the world is for profit." ”

To put it simply, people in the world are bustling, and they are all coming and going for interests.

This sentence is probably in such a shuttle of pedestrians, in order to better understand its true meaning!

Chen Long clasped his hands in front of his chest, leaned against a wall outside the exit, tilted his head, and looked at these bustling people chasing fame and fortune.

I'm not one of them.

Living in the world of flowers, who can be indifferent to fame and fortune and stay out of things?

"Brother!" Chen Feng's figure appeared at the exit of the station, dragging a suitcase, the slim Chen Feng was quite beautiful, but her face was still full of the immature atmosphere of a college graduate.

Chen Long waved his hand, hurriedly stepped forward, took the suitcase that Chen Feng was dragging behind, raised his hand and patted Chen Feng's head, "Sister, how is it?

"Hee-hee, it's okay! The train is not as bumpy as a car, so I don't get dizzy!"

Chen Feng's happy expression revealed the joy of family reunion in another country, and the brother and sister shuttled through the crowd, preparing to leave the train station and return to the rental house.

As soon as he walked to the exit gate of the train station, suddenly, several fierce men flashed to block the way.

Chen Long glanced at him contemptuously, and under his cold face, he shouted in a low voice: "If you don't want to die, get out!"

"Yo, what's the matter? Are you dragging?" one of the men with thick arms reached out and pushed towards Long Chen.

"Brother!" Chen Feng showed a slightly timid look on his face, Chen Long protected her behind him, his face was condensed, but he had a calm look, "Sister, don't be afraid, there is a brother!"

"Long Chen, hand over the Imperial Immortal Sword Inheritance, don't make trouble for yourself!" the man at the head said gloomily.

Chen Long's heart sank, go to your uncle, and he is the king of the demon world, it is really evil.

He slowly raised his head, glanced at these men with contempt, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he sneered indifferently, "Hmph, with a few of your little miscellaneous hairs, it's really beyond your strength." ”

Seeing this, several fierce men roared, and the sturdy man led by him roared: "Brothers, go on!"

As soon as the words fell, several men surrounded him at the same time.

Several people set up and prepared to fight, attracting the security guards on duty at the train station, "Hey, what are you guys doing......?

Two security guards on duty rushed over, and before they could finish their words, one of the men had already jumped up, clenched his fists, and punched the security guard on duty in the chest.

"Poof!"

The security guard on duty opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of blood, and his body was instantly punched a few meters away by the man.

The other pulled out his baton and was about to swing it, but the man spun around almost at the same time, raised a kick and kicked the other man out.