That year, the battle of the Xuan Demon Temple became a psychological shadow for many people, and the magic skills performed by the master before his death shocked everyone, and even now I still have palpitations when I think about it.

Chen Feng knew that if the old beggar didn't want to say it, then he would definitely not be able to ask anything, so he was silent for a while and said, "Who injured you?" ”

The old beggar handed him the sack.

Chen Feng opened it and saw that it was an arm, his brows furrowed slightly, and he asked, "...... is this?"

"This is the hand of that mysterious person in the Changming Sect, this person is proficient in the Yin Cold Palm Power and the Concealment Method, cultivating to break through the Void Realm, and he has countless magic weapons, and his combat power is only one line higher than mine. ”

The old beggar took out a short sword from his bosom, looked at him, and said, "This is the sword I took from him, and it was with this sword that he wounded me." ”

As a master of swordsmanship, Chen Feng knows countless famous swords, and his experience is not extensive, and there are very few swords in the world that can amaze him.

When he saw this short sword, his brows jumped suddenly, and he said in surprise: "This is ...... Little Sword in the West?"

The old beggar nodded, handed him the sword, and said seriously: "And he also learned the move of a sword from the west, so he must have something to do with the imperial court." ”

Chen Feng looked focused, stretched out his two fingers to pinch the sword body, and gently picked it up. He is a man who cherishes swords, and the story and experience of this sword are enough for him to take it seriously.

His fingertips gently swept over the clear sword body, and the coldness of the forest came from the tip of his fingers, it was not the coldness of steel, but the indifference of the sword itself to the world.

Because it is indifferent, it is cold, and this is indifference.

That's why it was able to display the twilight-like sword intent of the west.

The small sword in the west, and the sword in the west.

Because everyone who saw it died, it could be described as a legendary existence countless years ago, and now it is held in his hand and passed between the two.

This couldn't help but make Chen Feng feel a little emotional.

Time flies.

"It's really a good sword, just looking at the sword itself, it's not difficult to imagine the demeanor of that master who came to the west with a sword. ”

Chen Feng showed pity on his face and said, "It's a pity that its owner is dead, and the legend no longer exists." ”

The old beggar nodded in agreement, he was also a swordsman, and his love for the sword was no less than that of Chen Feng.

Chen Feng said, "The question is, how did he get this sword." ”

The old beggar thought for a moment and said, "Maybe he was an official in the palace and deceived the gatekeeper of the museum by some means. ”

Chen Feng looked at him and said, "What other clues do you have?"

The old beggar closed his eyes, recalling the process of the hand-to-hand, carefully searching for all the details, and Chen Feng did not bother to wait quietly.

After a long time, Zizhu began to exude bursts of aura, and the spirit insects began to chirp slightly.

The old beggar opened his eyes, thoughtfully, and after a moment said uncertainly: "He, maybe he has a 'drunken mind'." ”

Drunkenness is a well-known magic weapon, and it can even be said to be an artifact.

Because it allows the user to move a hundred miles instantly, and leaves an afterimage of the Dao condensation-like divine consciousness in place, the breath is no different from the body, and it can last for ten breaths.

It's like a ghost seen when a drunk man is dazzled, but in fact it is just a wisp of divine thought left by the holder, so it is called drunken and attentive.

Hearing this, Chen Feng's eyes finally changed, and they became very exciting.

Drunken Mind is the magic weapon at the bottom of the artifact list, but its life-saving ability is extremely strong, unless it is a formation, or a strong person who is one realm higher than the Void Breaking Realm to lock the surrounding space, otherwise it can only let the other party leave.

Moreover, the aura of the afterimage left behind is extremely close to the main body, and often the opponent realizes that it is not the holder's body, and when they want to chase it, it is already too late.

"Unless he was drunk, I couldn't think of any other reason to make him disappear suddenly. ”

The old beggar said, "He fled with a broken arm, because he was afraid that he would be drunk and take me away at the same time." ”

Even the weakest artifact is an extremely hard to find treasure.

Even Changming Sect only has one that ranks in the middle of the artifact list, and there are many names on the artifact list that have long been legends, and it is difficult to say whether it still exists.

Chen Feng said: "No wonder he can lie in Changming for so long, and it is really good." ”

The old beggar smiled and said, "Well, this time is different. ”

Chen Feng raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "What do you mean by this?"

"I hurt him, with Li Hongchen. ”

The old beggar raised his head slightly, with a hint of pride, and said: "That is a sword created by me, with the aura of the red dust and the world, you can find its place by chasing that sword intent." ”

Chen Feng's eyes flashed with Dao essence, and he smiled: "It turns out that senior brother has improved his kendo cultivation in the past fifty years, and my junior brother admires it, I don't know when I will ask my senior brother for advice, and let me understand the power of the next calendar." ”

The old beggar's smile froze on his face, he hadn't seen him for many years, he almost forgot that this guy was a madman who went around challenging the disciples of Changming, and it was said that there was also a little madman in Blood Cloud Peak who was very similar to him when he was a child, and he was still a closed disciple of Yuhong.

"Ahem, Li Hongchen is just a small sword created in his spare time, and it can't compare to your killer swords. ”

The old beggar coughed dryly, hurriedly diverted the conversation, and asked, "You taught Xiao Han's sword?"

"He did learn swordsmanship from me, and I did pass on a lot of his kendo understanding, but he can't take credit for me to have today's kendo cultivation. ”

Chen Feng sighed and said seriously: "Because in addition to the Heart Sword, I only taught him some basic mountain gate swordsmanship, and strong swords such as the Eight Swords of Mountains and Rivers were all learned by himself in the library pavilion. ”

The old beggar looked at him and said, "That wild boy from a ghost place can also understand those clever sword scores?

Chen Feng rolled his eyes and said, "You ask me, I ask who to go, even Uncle Shi can't figure out how this kid did it, anyway, it's not a bad thing, as long as he can understand it, I will let him learn the sword freely." ”

The old beggar nodded and took a sip of tea, the tea was already cold, but he didn't mind, what was there to be picky about as a beggar?

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After Chen Feng left, He Xirou vacated the only remaining room to the old beggar.

Although it's an old and immodest one, it also has a dark history. But after all, he is a senior who is a brother and sister to the master, and he can't be told to live in the cellar all the time.

The old beggar did not refuse, after all, he was still injured, and the dampness in the cellar was heavy, which was not conducive to recovery.

He told Chen Feng that Li Hongchen's sword intent would only last for seven days, and besides, the other party was carrying countless treasures, who knew if there was a way to get rid of the sword intent as soon as possible.

He Xirou sat on the stone chair under the purple bamboo and closed his eyes, while Feng Xiaohan sat on the eaves and looked at the clear moon.

Of course, he is also transforming into a spirit, but because of his physique, he doesn't need to be so focused, and he can take the opportunity to think about other things.

The man in black attacked the Xuanwu Field at night, poisoned the stream, and encountered the old beggar twice, and now he has a broken arm and is seriously injured.

He wasn't interested in the things of the man in black originally, because what the other party wanted had nothing to do with him, but what made him very unhappy was that almost all of these things were related to him.

He happened to be present when he was in the Xuanwu Field, and the living water of Qingzhu Peak was taken from the Qingxi River, and the old beggar had always been around him, and meeting the old beggar twice meant that he had also encountered himself twice, but he was stopped by this dogleg.

"What does the man in black want to do, why do you keep following me?"

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That night, a figure walked through the bamboo forest, bypassed the disciples who were passing by and were in charge of the night vigil, and came to the attic with a familiar car.

His body was a little stagnant, the sleeve of his right arm fluttering in the wind, empty, obviously wounded, and missing an arm.

The figure stepped out of the shadows, and the moonlight that entered the room through the window illuminated his hideous mask.

The man in black looked at the empty sleeves, couldn't help but be a little annoyed, and said, "That old guy actually has such a method, this sword intent is extremely difficult to get rid of, it seems that it can only be concealed." ”

He lifted the nail that protruded from the wall, and the sound of stones grinding against each other sounded, and the wall actually turned, revealing a door hidden behind it.

The man in black entered the dark room, found a box in the corner, took out the faintly fragrant mud from it, and laboriously kneaded it into the shape of an arm with his left hand.

After comparing the size with the left hand, and making some slight adjustments, it was attached to the broken arm.