In the practice room in the backyard, the light was slightly dim, looking at the black heavy sword, Wang Yi's eyes were fiery, and he muttered: "Chunjun?

Looking at Wang Yi's appearance, Wang Xiao said with a smile: "This Chunjun sword is a sword that I accidentally got in my early years, weighing three thousand six hundred catties, the sword body is four feet long, and the sword body is seven inches wide. ”

At the end, Wang Xiao's face was full of pity.

"Dad, can you show me?" Wang Yi said with a curious face.

"Here, now it's yours. Wang Xiao casually threw the jet-black iron sword in his hand to Wang Yi.

Wang Yi took it with his hand, and his hand sank carelessly, almost not holding this inconspicuous sword.

"Hey, it's such a heavy sword, and sure enough, it's still a feeling to use. After holding the sword in his hand, Wang Yi held the sword in one hand and swung it a few times.

Looking at Wang Yi's relaxed appearance, Wang Xiao smiled and said, "It seems that this Pure Jun Sword is quite suitable for you, and with your strength, you can completely master this sword." ”

"Well, Dad, I think it's only when I hold this sword that I feel like I'm holding a sword in my hand, and I really didn't feel much about it before. ”

Carrying Chunjun, Wang Yi said with a smile on his face.

"Haha, alright, now you can use this sword. Practice well, don't bury it. Wang Xiao laughed, and finally a sad look appeared on his face.

Looking at the sad look on his father's face, a hint of strange color flashed in Wang Yi's eyes, he felt that his father had a story with this sword, but as a son, he didn't want to inquire much.

"Dad, don't worry, I will!" Wang Yi looked at his father and said in a solemn tone.

patted Wang Yi on the shoulder and threw the scabbard in his hand to him. Wang Xiao said softly: "Let's go, let's go out!"

Then, the two walked out of the practice room.

Coming to the hall, Liu Hanyan said with a smile: "Come out, did Yi'er get what you wanted?"

"No, mother, look, here you are. Wang Yi raised the sword in his hand and said with a smile.

"That's good, this sword was also with your father for a long time, if it hadn't happened, your father would not have sealed this sword dust, and now this sword is handed over to you, you have to keep it well, don't lose it, this sword is not simple........." Liu Hanyan looked at Wang Yi and said gently, with a touch of pain in his eyes.

"Madam!" At this time, Wang Xiao snorted softly. looked at Wang Yi again and said solemnly:

"Your mother is right, this sword is not simple, although I got it unintentionally, and it looks like it is just a lower grade treasure soldier, but the material made of it is very special, this is made of Xuanzhong Iron Mother, Xuanzhong Iron Mother is a very precious refining material, no one will take the precious Xuanzhong Iron Mother to refine the lower grade treasure soldier. ”

After a pause, Wang Xiao continued:

"This pure jun, when it is in good condition, it is definitely a very powerful divine weapon, if, one day, you can repair it, it is your great luck!"

After listening to his father's words, Wang Yi's eyes became even more different, and he said secretly: Have I seen a baby here? It's a pity that it's a bad one, and I don't know what level of baby this is.

"Dad, it seems that this sword is very extraordinary, I will find an opportunity to repair it. Wang Yi touched the sword in his hand, looked up at Wang Xiaodao.

"Well, it's best if you have a chance to repair it, but you have to remember, don't let people know the material of this sword, otherwise it's hard to guarantee that there won't be people who are greedy and kill people to grab treasures!" Wang Xiao looked at Wang Yi and admonished.

"I understand, Daddy, I'll go first, I want to try this pure sword. Hearing this, Wang Yi nodded in response, and couldn't wait to try this sword.

"Go!" Wang Xiao said.

"Yi'er, remember to come to my mother's place to sit here, my mother will make you something to eat, ah?" Liu Hanyan looked at Wang Yi, his voice was gentle, and his tone was full of doting.

"Got it, mother, then I'll go first. Listening to Liu Hanyan's words, Wang Yi also felt very warm and a little astringent in his heart.

Every mother treats her children with all her love. Sometimes I can't see my child for a moment, and I think about it very much.

Wang Yi also felt that he always cared about cultivation, and the number of times he came to accompany his mother was a little less. Maybe they know that their children are cultivating, and they don't bother it, but they must miss it very much in their hearts.

With the permission of his parents, Wang Yi left his parents and came to the top of Houshan again.

At the top of the mountain, this season is already autumn all year round, the sun is not as hot as in summer, at this time, the leaves are still green, and all kinds of inexplicable flowers have not completely withered.

It is worth mentioning that the world here is also divided into four seasons of the year, and the year is divided into twelve months, and the four seasons are reincarnated, some places experience spring, summer, autumn and winter, and some places only have summer and winter.

Different geographical environments have created colorful worlds, but also created many strange and dangerous places.

In the clearing of the bamboo forest, Wang Yi held the pure Jun sword in one hand, looking at this sword full of mystery, and gently stroking the long sword in his hand with his palm, as if caressing the delicate white skin of a beauty,

"Huh?"

Wang Yi sighed lightly, looked at the sword body carefully with his eyes, and found that there were small cracks on the body of the Chunjun sword that were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, and there were also some fine gaps in the blade, as if it had collided with a weapon, and it was impossible to see it if you didn't look carefully.

"Sure enough, it's damaged and destroyed!" Wang Yi muttered to himself.

Then he saw the font engraved on the sword body like a pattern, which was the text of this world, and the word was "Chunjun"!

"No wonder Dad knows that this sword is called Chunjun, it turns out that it is written on it. Wang Yi said to himself, he heard his father say the name of this sword before, and later said that he got it by accident, so he wondered how his father knew the name of this sword, and it turned out that the answer was here.

Wang Yi quietly held the Chunjun Sword, thinking about its origin and past.

"According to my father, this sword is made of that heavy iron mother, and it is very precious, so it seems that this sword is really not simple, perhaps, this is a spirit soldier, the previous power was very terrifying, very powerful. ”

"So, who caused this sword to be damaged and destroyed like this? Not only did it fall in grade, but it also disappeared spiritually? Who was the original owner of this sword? Is he dead or alive now? If one day I meet him, and he recognizes this sword and asks me to return it, shall I give it or not?"

A series of doubts surfaced in his heart, which made Wang Yi's brain hurt, especially when he thought of what he would do if he bumped into the original owner of this sword one day, which made him even more entangled.

"I'm really a fool, why do I think so much? Now that this sword is my Wang Yi's, it is naturally impossible to return it, besides, such an extraordinary weapon has been damaged and destroyed, maybe the original owner of this sword has been destroyed a long time ago, how can there be a chance to come to me!"

After thinking about it so much, Wang Yi couldn't help but despise himself, and then he didn't think much about it. Carrying this pure Jun sword, Wang Yi began to practice daily.

"Boom!"

The sound of the sword blade cutting through the air came, and Wang Yi continued to practice basic stabbing, cutting, lifting, slashing and other moves.

He felt that he was holding the Pure Jun Sword in his hand, and he had an indomitable momentum, as if nothing could stand in front of him.

The sword in his hand seemed to be able to cut through all obstacles, and a weapon in his hand made Wang Yi's cultivation faster, and in just one afternoon, he almost mastered the basic use of more than a dozen styles.

Just an ordinary straight stab, horizontal slash, downward lifting and other actions, combined with his terrifying power, easily cut through the space, bringing bursts of air explosions.