Ning Teng smiled bitterly: "These three questions, when they seem to be bland, have made the old man fall into a month-long entanglement, and finally woke up." ”

It was because of this that the old man realized a trace of sword intent, so the young man had the grace of preaching and receiving karma to solve doubts to the old man, even if the old man called him a teacher. ”

Speaking of this, he seemed to remember something, and couldn't help asking, "By the way, that young man also came along? The old man wants to thank him in person!"

Ning Ruolan's eyes turned red, and she subconsciously wanted to speak, but she heard Ye Chen shake her head and say: "Wushuang has gone out to practice, if you have the opportunity, you can thank him again!"

"Also, how could such an excellent young man be confined to this small place as Jinling!" Ning Teng shook his head and smiled, then turned around and walked to a stone gate, and took out a tiger-shaped pendant from his body.

Ning Zhiyuan also stepped forward and took off a tiger-shaped pendant from himself, and after the two tiger-shaped pendants were combined into one, they were inlaid on the stone gate.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the stone door weighing a thousand pounds suddenly opened.

What catches your eye is a dense array of swords!

Countless rusty swords stood on the ground, and from a distance, they looked like tombs and dirt bags, filled with a solemn and fierce aura.

"Dad, what a lot of swords!"

Ning Ruolan, who saw for the first time that she still had so many swords hidden in her house, couldn't help but exclaim: "One, two, three...... I can't count them, and if I sell them all as scrap metal, I guess I'll have to make crazy money!"

Hearing the first half of her sentence, Ning Zhiyuan and Ning Teng on the side were full of pride, but after hearing the second half of the sentence, the corners of their mouths twitched fiercely, and they couldn't wait to strangle this loser girl to death on the spot!

This is handed down from our ancestors!!

Your first thought wasn't to protect them forever, and you wanted to sell them all as scrap metal?

Does my Ning family lack that money?

A small money fan didn't notice this scene, still immersed in excitement, and exclaimed while breaking his fingers to calculate the account: "Scrap iron is two and one pounds a piece, a sword is at least four or five pounds, there are thousands of swords here, that is, there are ......"

Ning Zhiyuan was almost not angry, and after coughing a few times, he said to Ye Chen: "Mr. Ye, this is the accumulation of my Ning family over hundreds of years, and the outermost part is some ordinary ancient swords, which can't resist the erosion of the years, and they have rusted." ”

"The more valuable the weapons are and the better the quality, in addition to swords, there are also swords, guns, arrows, halberds......"

Ye Chen nodded slightly and took a step forward.

Ning Teng hurriedly reminded: "Little friend, no, this is the Sword Forest, after hundreds of years, the surroundings have long been assimilated, the magnetic field has changed, you rush in, it is tantamount to a humanoid magnet, easy to attack." ”

Hearing this, Ning Ruolan, who wanted to go in, was immediately taken aback, if she just went in like this, it would be strange that she would not be pierced into a hedgehog.

Ning Zhiyuan took out a piece of clothing similar to a raincoat from the box on the side: "Yes, you better wear my Ning family's unique non-magnetic suit......

Don't wait for him to finish.

I saw Ye Chen put his hands behind his back, and then on his tiptoes, the whole person jumped directly into it like a cannonball, and finally landed next to a bronze ancient sword.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and the bronze ancient sword fell into his hand, and then swung countless sword lights in the air.

"It's a pity, Fan Tie is Fan Tie after all!"

Ye Chen shook his head slightly, inserted the bronze ancient sword on the ground again, and continued to walk towards the depths of the sword forest with his hands behind his back.

With every step he takes!

There would be a long roar of a sword on the ground, and then it shot out from the ground, hanging tightly beside him, and the sword trembled lightly, as if it had seen a king in the sword.

In the end, there was a dense sword shadow hovering beside Ye Chen, as if countless sword lights were blooming in the air.

If you look closely, Ye Chen's body gradually showed a looming sword shadow, the sword shadow was like a dragon, exuding an aura of looking at the world and suppressing everything, like a king descending.

This scene saw that Ning Zhiyuan and the others outside couldn't close their mouths for a while.

Ning Teng gasped and stammered, "This ...... This is the Ten Thousand Swords Dynasty Sect?"

He clearly remembered that the last time Wushuang entered the Sword Forest, it only caused a long roar of ten thousand swords, giving people the feeling that these swords had seen friends.

Rao is like this, and it still caused him a lot of shock.

However, the scene in front of him shocked him!!

"Oh no, Dad!"

Ning Ruolan suddenly exclaimed: "These swords seem to listen to that guy's words, what if he empties us here when he leaves?"

Ning Zhiyuan also panicked when he heard this.

"How can it be done, this is my Ning family's ancestral heirloom!"

Ning Ruolan stomped her feet and said angrily: "You can't let that guy run away for a while, unless he gives money, we will sell it to him at the scrap price on the market, so that it saves transportation costs and labor costs, and it can be done!"

Ning Zhiyuan's face jumped violently when he heard this!

Ye Chen finally landed in front of a stone tablet, looking at the line of fonts on the stone tablet with a complicated expression.

"You are obviously swords, but you can only stand here quietly, being an ownerless thing, after thousands of years, you still can't wait for the master, and finally turn into decay!"

"Wushuang is not different from you? I am also looking for the master, Wushuang doesn't know where the master is, and I don't know when I will find the master, thousands of years, ten thousand years, or until the Wushuang decays!"

There are only more than 100 words, which seem to be carved with a sword, but it reveals the confusion, sympathy, and self-pity of a young man in the face of this monument and ten thousand swords.

"Peerless, Peerless ......"

Ye Chen stood in front of the monument and muttered to himself as if petrified: "Wait, when I find the night demon, I will go to look for you, I promise, this time we will not be separated again!"

He stretched out his hand, and the handwriting on the stele disappeared.

The next moment!

He turned around and jumped back to Ning Zhiyuan and the others.

Looking at the countless sword shadows hanging above his head, Ning Zhiyuan's face twitched slightly, and said, "Mr. Ye, you are ...... Is this to empty my Ning Family's Hidden Sword Pavilion?"

"Give money, give money!"

Ning Ruolan spread her hands and said: "The market price of scrap iron is two and one pounds a piece, for the sake of Brother Wushuang's face, I will count one pound for you." ”

"A few people misunderstood!"

Ye Chen chuckled and said: "Master Ning, most of the swords in your Ning family's Sword Pavilion are scrap iron, and it is useless to keep them, and it is a pity to abandon them, Ye Mou means that he will refine these ten thousand swords into sword pills, which can be regarded as repaying your Ning family's kindness to Wushuang!"

"Kenmaru?"

Ning Zhiyuan and Ning Teng glanced at each other, full of puzzlement.

Ye Chen didn't say much, he stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and all the sword shadows hovering above his head were grabbed by him, and then turned into a dazzling fire.

After a few breaths.

The sword shadows hovering above Ye Chen's head all disappeared, and in their place, an iron pellet the size of a pigeon's egg appeared in Ye Chen's hand.

Ning Ruolan almost vomited blood: "Where are our family heirlooms, where did you go?"

"Isn't this it?" Ye Chen picked up the sword pill and smiled slightly.

Ning Ruolan said angrily: "What about you fooling the ghost, so many swords have become such a small iron ball?"

With that, she reached out and wanted to pick up the sword pill!

"Let him come!" Ye Chen stopped her behavior and looked at Ning Teng on the side with a smile.

Ning Teng pressed the doubts in his heart, reached out and touched the sword pill, and then subconsciously wanted to pick it up, but the next moment, his face changed.

Because he found this little iron orb!

It's so heavy!

With his martial arts master's cultivation, he found it extremely difficult to pick it up.

"This is the sword pill, the sword pill, the shape is the pill, which means the sword, the sharp can sharpen the iron like clay, and the soft can be soft around the ring!"

Ye Chen said lightly: "You can easily control it after refining it with a drop of blood, if you encounter danger, you only need to throw the sword pill out, even if it is a martial arts master, you will die if you touch it!"