"Whew!"

Although there was no danger, Leng Yuan's palms were soaked, and with experience, he didn't take off the sword so recklessly, but just felt it out of thin air on the side, and the breath leaking out was enough for him to feel clearly. It's just that after that moment just now, something seems to be missing from his body, and the sword qi in his body seems to be a little weaker, as if he has been sucked away by something.

"Could it be that this sword qi is temporarily borrowed, and if you don't choose, it will be withdrawn? If I don't pick one, will I be killed on the spot? But if I choose one, what will the result be? ”

With a worried heart, Leng Yuan walked towards the third sword.

Looking at this black sword, Leng Yuan had a feeling that this thing was alive, looking at the sword body like a spirit snake, it felt that it would turn into a python at any time and come entangled, and even a building would be strangled by its strength and laziness.

"Bah, this is not what I want!"

Leng Yuan shook his head, this kind of strange-shaped guy made him feel that it was difficult to get into the hall of elegance, he couldn't get on the stage at all, and he couldn't be laughed at if he took it out? If the visual effects aren't as good as the first one, at least it's more like a sword!

Walking and stopping along the way, Leng Yuan either shook his head or laughed, and he also picked up a few swords, and found that none of them were the kind he wanted. I had no choice but to continue walking.

"Huh?"

At this moment, Leng Yuan suddenly felt a familiar feeling, and when he turned around, he saw a bamboo sword hanging quietly there. That's where that familiar feeling comes from.

"It's strange, how does it feel familiar?"

When Leng Yuan reached out and took off the bamboo sword, his eyes couldn't help but narrow. It's not that he was deliberately cool. Instead, a gust of wind suddenly blew around him. The huge wind shone with all the luster, and it was actually composed of countless sword blades, and as far as the eye could see, the world was silvery-white, and the endless wind did not know where it began and blew!

"This is that sword qi!"

To say that the sword intent he had been exposed to, that is, the time when he killed the black robe on the roof of the building before, that kind of sword qi was everywhere and pervasive. The fury is just like the feeling at this time.

"It turned out to be it!"

"It's a pity it's not what I want!"

The bamboo sword let out a soft groan, and hung helplessly on the wall, reining in his breath. Of course, that familiar feeling is gone, and the sword qi that belongs to it must have been taken back, such things have been going on, and now the sword qi flow in his body is very small, and it is basically going to disappear, and after so much time, he still hasn't found a suitable sword.

At this time, Leng Yuan basically didn't talk much, and even his expression rarely changed. He swept over the remaining blades, his eyes picking on. Although he couldn't touch the sword above, he could easily feel it. He basically counted the hundreds of thousands of swords that passed by. All kinds of unheard of and unseen sword intents are not what he wants, and after observing for so long, he has also discovered some patterns.

"It seems that the more you move forward, the worse the quality of the sword's carving, but the more difficult it is to sense the breath. Could it be that this is the order in which the master hangs his sword? Because the purer and thicker the sword intent in the heart, the more blurred the carved sword is, but the stronger the meaning is. ”

After walking a few more steps, he finally confirmed that this must be the order in which the master hung the sword, from the initial pursuit of the sword itself to the final transition to the true idea of pursuing the sword, this process may be the process of cultivating the sword, and it is also the process of the realm.

"No wonder the master said that as long as I practice one sword, if it is two swords for the same practitioner, it is good to say that the attributes are similar, if the attributes are similar, wouldn't it be self-digging grave? Although it was a bit monotonous to cultivate only one sword, that pure intent was not comparable to two different sword intents! ”

"Which one do you choose?"

"What the hell is a sword in my mind?"

Leng Yuan didn't know how to stop, and his gaze was also retracted from the torrent of sword thoughts. How huge the million sword intent is, it will take at least two years to look at it step by step, not to mention that the further down it is, the more difficult it is to feel, and the time will increase exponentially. After such a long time, he has only seen one or two percent. If you have no worries in your heart, you can naturally try it, but on the contrary, the worries in your heart are always reminding him, and there are still people outside who are thinking about him and thinking about him, and he must leave as soon as possible.

"Frost, Wind, Fire, Flame, Broken Water......"

After seeing so many swords, he is no longer a person who knows nothing about swords at the moment ago, and his understanding of swords in his heart has also reached a certain level, and now he seems to know what the sword in his heart is in order to accurately find the corresponding sword on the wall.

"Except for husband and wife, then only the sword will follow him for a lifetime, and only the same temperament with like-minded ideas can be integrated." Thinking of this, Leng Yuan couldn't help but ask himself, "What kind of person am I?" ”

He laughed, "That's a profound question! ”

"In that case, let's go in a different direction, what does the sword look like in my mind?"

"First of all, it has to be simple, secondly, it has to be imposing, then it has to be unique, and finally and most importantly, I like it! All of the above is indispensable, and I want it no matter what he is! ”

Thinking about it, he rolled over and stood up, taking a few steps back, as far away from the sword cliff as possible. More than a dozen feet away, only then stopped, hand on the pergola line by line scanning, first of all, the shape must be simple, followed by momentum, after the election of more than 100 swords, he jumped out of the only and unique sword edge according to his third standard.

As far as the eye can see, there are only three.

A fiery red dragon, with a slightly sinuous body, extremely divine; The second one is a divine sword at a glance, the blue sword body has a forest atmosphere, and it is engraved with simple lines, and at a glance, you can know that it is left in ancient times; The third is an iron sword with a little rust, the iron sword is three feet and three inches, I don't know how many years have passed, the sword body is still straight, the sword edge is still calm, and its sharpness is basically not on the stage when you look closely, but the heavy texture of the dark body makes it difficult to suppress the excitement.

"Good sword! Good sword! Good sword!! ”

The more Leng Yuan looked at these three swords, the more he liked them, especially the rusty iron sword at the end, he couldn't put it down. I took it off and watched it over and over again, but I felt that although it was heavier, the feeling of holding it in my hand became more and more lovely.

"Really, I put it at the back, and if I had turned it upside down and started from there, wouldn't I have seen it all at once? The master is really, it took me so long to find it, but anyway, it's good to find it! Ha ha! By the way, why is there no sword intent in this sword? Could it be that the sword intent is hidden deep in it, and it needs to be excavated? ”

Leng Yuan took the iron sword in his hand and practiced it horizontally and vertically, only to feel more and more comfortable.

"Hey-ha! Hey-ha! …… Look at the sword! ”

Not to mention that Leng Yuan is having fun here, just talk about Leng Yuan's master under the willow tree.

"Why doesn't this kid open any pot and mention which pot?" The big willow tree's gray eyebrows jumped back and forth in waves, and at first glance, he knew that he was a little excited.

"This ......"

The old man's beard was cocked, he never expected that his precious apprentice would catch such a sword, that sword ...... Alas!

"What to do? Shouldn't that count? Do you want to ask him to choose again? "Old Willow Road.

"It's useless, when I set up this sword cliff, I let the juniors find the sword that fits me. Just playing around, he didn't expect that he didn't choose one in the million sword intent, and in the end he chose the most ordinary one. The old man shook the ball like a deflated ball, and his eyes dimmed.

"This is also the will of heaven, who would have thought that none of the millions of swords in front of him had a choice, but chose a rusty iron sword on the edge of the sword cliff, speaking of which, the iron sword was not on the sword cliff at all."

"So far, we can only look at its creation!" The old man sighed silently and set off to the Sword Cliff.

It didn't take long for Leng Yuan to be covered in Han, and he didn't feel anything at first, but he would still be tired after a long time, and he would be dead in his hand at this time. It just so happened that at this time, Leng Yuan's master came over.

He shouted from afar: "Master, you are here, I have found my sword, you are really, should you let me start from there, otherwise there will be no need to be so troublesome!" What do you think? Hey! ”

Leng Yuan shook the iron sword in front of the old man, quite happy.

The old man felt bitter in his heart, and he actually had the urge to cry, so he just nodded, "It's good to find it, congratulations, master!" ”

Leng Yuan saw that there was no expression on the master's face, and he didn't look very happy, "Master, what's wrong with you, I'm not happy to find you?" ”

The old man shook his head and sighed, "Do you know the origin of this sword?" ”

Leng Yuan: "Could it be from the hand of a big devil?" But you don't feel any discomfort, do you? ”

The old man looked up to the sky and sighed, "I wish it was left by some demon!" ”

Leng Yuan put down his sword and wondered, "Who left it?" ”

Old man: "This iron sword was only accidentally picked up from the farmland when I was out playing, and it doesn't have any unique background at all. You say, there are so many swords around, why do you have to choose this iron sword dug out of the field, millions of choices, you just chose this guy, there is nothing in this guy, how do you cultivate? I told you to take your time, but I didn't let you be so slow, I was really angry! ”

The old man was so angry that his eyes widened bigger than a light bulb.

"Can the master spend a handful? There are also two favorites there! As he spoke, he quietly rubbed his hand against the coarse cloth and the rust that stuck to his hand.

"It's late, this is the rule, there is only one chance to choose a sword! Since you have chosen this, you have to endure it, and you can only start from scratch without the foundation building sword qi! ”

At this moment, Leng Yuan had the heart to die, looked at the old man and then at the iron sword, and finally sat on the ground in a deflated manner. (To be continued......)