The weight of a thousand catties is nothing to the current Yang Qian.

He can easily lift a thousand pounds of things, and even throw them. But it would be difficult for him to wield this thousand-pound sword and wield it freely.

Although he can lift it, the consumption of his spiritual power will also be very huge. And it's just to lift it up, to use him to launch an attack, with Yang Qian's current state, it can't be done at all.

Staring at the big sword, Yang Qian didn't regret it until this moment.

How did you refine such a big sword?

After refining it, you can't use it at all, so what's the point?

Just when Yang Qian was annoyed, the wooden door of the stone house was suddenly pushed open with a creak, and Yang Qian instinctively looked in the direction of the wooden door. The afterglow of the setting sun slanted in through the crack in the door, and in the afterglow of the setting sun, the slightly old and vicissitudes of the old ghost's voice slowly stepped in.

Yang Qian's heart trembled violently.

When the old ghost saw Yang Qian lying on the big sword, he sighed strangely and was a little surprised.

The old ghost reacted for a while, and his figure turned into a wisp of black smoke, and instantly appeared in front of Yang Qian.

"Stinky boy, you actually came out of the demon coffin alive, it seems that I still underestimated you." The old ghost looked at Yang Qian appreciatively, he was glad that he had accepted such an apprentice.

After so many years, I finally let myself pick up a treasure.

"How did you get out?" The old ghost asked. While asking, his eyes involuntarily looked towards the location where the original demon coffin was, but at this glance, he didn't see the shadow of the demon coffin.

The old ghost sighed again, and then looked around, looking for the coffin.

But where could he still see the shadow of the coffin?

"Where did you get the coffin by your kid?" The old ghost asked unusually flatly.

He wasn't worried about anything wrong with the demon coffin, and Yang Qian didn't have that much ability to make the demon coffin go wrong.

When Yang Qian heard the old ghost's question, his heart suddenly tightened, his back was cold, and he couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat.

The magic coffin is made of brittle rock magic iron, and the material is extremely precious. If Yang Qian told the old ghost that he had refined the demon coffin into a big sword, it was estimated that the old ghost would even have the heart to kill him.

"Coffin...... I didn't know that when I came out, the broken coffin was gone. Yang Qian made up a lie at will that he didn't even believe in himself.

But to Yang Qian's surprise, the old ghost actually believed it.

The old ghost made a contemplative look, and after a long time, he said to himself: "This demon coffin is really getting more and more naughty, and I don't know how to say anything when I go out to play." ”

Ga!

Yang Qian's eyes widened.

Did you hear that right? The magic coffin is naughty and still goes out to play? Could it be that the magic coffin has become a sperm?

No, if the demon coffin is refined, can he still refine it into a big sword so easily?

Yang Qian's heart was beating faster, and his heart was full of doubts.

Yang Qian didn't dare to answer, for fear that something would be revealed as soon as he answered.

Yang Qian tried his best to block the big sword with his body, but the big sword was three meters long, how could Yang Qian block it? The old ghost came back to his senses, and finally noticed the existence of the big sword.

He snorted again, looking a little surprised.

"Where did the greatsword come from?" When the old ghost looked at the big sword, his eyes lit up.

"I ...... It's mine. Yang Qian said.

When the old ghost heard this, he just hummed lightly, and then stroked the sword body with great excitement. He was like stroking a well-behaved child, his body trembled violently, and he even stammered a little when he spoke, "Crispy Rock Demon Iron...... This great sword was actually made of brittle rock demon iron. The iron is pure, infused with fire properties and metallicness, which further enhances the solidity of the brittle rock magic iron, and makes up for the weakness of the brittle rock magic iron that is not resistant to high temperatures. Superb, really superb. ”

The old ghost was extremely excited and praised the big sword.

He had even ignored Yang Qian's existence, as soon as he grasped the hilt of the sword, his arm was raised, and the heavy sword was like a piece of chicken feathers, which was waved effortlessly by the old ghost.

The wind is hoofing.

Everywhere the sword passed, the space seemed to tremble.

The old man held the big sword with one hand and wielded it freely.

Rumble!

After swinging his head for a while, he inserted his backhand and plunged his great sword deep into the ground.

The ground trembled violently.

Smoke and dust flying.

"Good sword, good sword!" The old ghost was amazed.

As soon as the words fell, the old ghost's eyes fell on Yang Qian's body, and he smiled evilly: "Stinky boy, this sword should be honored to the master." ”

When Yang Qian heard this, he scolded his mother in his heart.

", filial piety, you old guy is too a bandit, aren't you?" Yang Qian was extremely depressed, to be honest, where was Yang Qian, the big sword that he had worked so hard to refine, willing to give it away like this?

But think about it anyway, this big sword is also refined after refining the demon coffin, even if it is given to the old ghost head, he will not suffer.

It's just that I don't know if the old ghost will have the urge to tear Yang Qian apart when he knows the truth.

I'll give it to you, and the wool is the same anyway.

It's just a big sword, and I'll refine it myself in the future.

"Okay." Yang Qian simply agreed.

"Good apprentice, good apprentice." The old ghost was so happy.

Although this big sword is also made of brittle rock demon iron, the old ghost head obviously feels that this big sword has surpassed the demon coffin in terms of material, and the material is more tightly refined.

He didn't expect that there would be such a treasure on Yang Qian's body.

Haha laughed a few times, and the old ghost man naturally, as if he had put away the things that belonged to him, pulled out his big sword with a sonorous sound, and put it into his own bag.

It hurts to see Yang Qian's flesh.

My heart is bleeding.

"Your kid is doing well, I'll teach you a stunt tomorrow as a teacher." The old ghost got a treasure and promised happily.

Yang Qian muttered to himself in his heart: Of course the performance is good, the big sword has been taken by you, saying that it is to teach me a stunt, and it is estimated that I also took the big sword, so I feel a little guilty.

Although he was a little dissatisfied in his heart, he said, "Master Xie." ”

The old ghost head has cultivated to a high level, and he must have mastered a lot of powerful martial arts.

There is a treasure trove around him, and he is cheap and does not take advantage of the bastard.

Yang Qian had already made up his mind, during this time, he wanted to "squeeze out" the old ghost, and he wanted to get as much cultivation experience as possible from him, and he would be a master of martial arts.

With his own little abacus, Yang Qian didn't think it was a big deal with a big sword.

What's more, the predecessor of that big sword was the Demon Coffin.

Giving the big sword to the old ghost head can be regarded as returning the thing to its original owner.

The old ghost laughed, obviously very happy.

However, after laughing for a while, the old ghost suddenly frowned, stared at Yang Qian suspiciously, and asked, "I'm curious, how did you get out of the demon coffin?" ”

Hearing the old ghost's question, Yang Qian's brows were also furrowed.

If he told the old ghost that he had refined the demon coffin with fire, it was estimated that Yang Qian would be slapped to death with one palm.

But if you don't say that, how can you get by?

That's a problem.

Yang Qian thought quickly, and suddenly had an idea: "I'll use that big sword ......"

And so it was...... Haha, needless to say, I see. Yang Qian was halfway through his words, and the old ghost interrupted Yang Qian.

This made Yang Qian confused.

Got it, got it?

You didn't say anything, did you?

Yang Qian's mood became worried, he just stared at the old ghost, and didn't dare to say a word.