With a "whoosh", the long sword in the sky disappeared in an instant, and when he saw it again, it had already returned to Chen Han's hand.

Chen Han is still quite satisfied with this sword, he has integrated the way of desire into the way of the sword, naturally it can't be just an ordinary sword, the black ball like an eye at the bottom of this sword is the finishing touch.

Chen Han stroked the blade of the sword, the blade is sharp, the spine of the sword is not too wide, less than a centimeter wide, but there is no light and brittle feeling, the three-finger-wide sword body is unremarkable, not prominent, counting the hilt, the sword is four feet long, this length is slightly longer than ordinary sword weapons, but it is in line with his own mind.

Chen Han's eyes slowly closed, the sword technique that had just been condensed in his brain still needed to be pondered repeatedly, after all, the main urging still relied on the power of desire, and the sword path was assisted, compared to the previous 'Breaking the Sky' style deduced from the soul point, Chen Han was obviously more attentive to this style of swordsmanship.

Sword shadows flashed quickly in his mind, and this sword shadow stabbed out strangely from different angles, and the ghosts and gods were unpredictable enough to describe.

After another half of time, Chen Han's eyes suddenly opened, and he looked at the long sword in his hand again, especially at the black ball for a long time, and the corners of his mouth finally showed a smile.

"I have relied on the way of desire to reach the current realm, comprehended this style of swordsmanship, and thus condensed this sword, it is better to name this sword with the name of this sword!"

Thinking of this, Chen Han's heart moved, and three neat small characters appeared on the originally smooth hilt: Xie (xie) Hongchen.

Standing up and stretching his somewhat stiff body, Chen Han waved his hand, removed the prohibition of the cave mansion, and then walked out of the cave mansion that had been closed for several years.

The natural mist outside the island was directly broken through by the sword qi condensed by Xie Hongchen just now, looking at this trend, it would take hundreds of years to condense the original appearance again.

Chen Han didn't care, Shi Shiran waved his hand, and Xie Hongchen reinserted it back into the scabbard he had just practiced behind his back.

As for the so-called sword gourd obtained before, Chen Han also studied it, this thing can indeed be regarded as a treasure, but it is not very applicable to Chen Han.

Similar to the secret method of raising the sword with his own essence and blood obtained before, after every period of time, he has to put the long sword back into the gourd to recuperate, and then he will regain his maximum power, for things that are shackled, Chen Han has never liked it. He still prefers to be completely controlled by himself, completely his own power.

Otherwise, the power of desire that could support him to reach the Da Luo level would not allow him to directly integrate into his own sword path, after all, it was not his own power.

As soon as he walked out of the cave, Chen Han saw the five people who were waiting to see through it, he was not surprised, in fact, when this so-called Dao Yan Shangxian first came to this Flying Immortal Island, Chen Han had already noticed it, but the other party had no malicious intentions, and Chen Han didn't bother to interrupt his understanding.

"Senpai." Lie Yangzi took the lead in stepping forward, bowing and saluting, and was about to continue to talk about the origin of these four people, but was interrupted by Chen Han waving his hand.

"I know it all." Chen Han smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth, the thorn in his throat was finally removed, the natal sword was successfully condensed, and his strength was a big step forward compared to before, how could he not be happy.

"What's the matter with you?" Looking at Dao Yan, who was a little surprised, Chen Han smiled.

Dao Yan is really a little uncertain now, this time the hexagram is extremely metaphorical, just to show that this trip is a good omen for him, but where does Ji come from, he really doesn't know this, he can only vaguely guess the person in front of him.

But what does that mean? It may be that the other party has a secret treasure, and the strength is damaged, after he takes this person, the treasure on his body naturally belongs to himself, which is naturally a good omen, but if the other party is the kind of character in the legend, he lowers his eyebrows and pleases his eyes, and if the other party is in a good mood, reward himself with a few things, which can also be regarded as a good omen.

But if the two are completely opposite, the former is fine, if the latter, do it yourself, it is tantamount to thinking.

Thinking of this, Dao Yan's heart was horizontal, and his divine sense swept towards Chen Han vaguely, since he was just watching, he didn't know what the other party's depth was, so it was better to be direct. Even though this may cause the other party to be unhappy, there should be no problem when you see that the other party is in a good mood.

What's more, he has a secret method of the sect, even the group of guys of the same level can hardly detect the fluctuation of their divine consciousness, whether the other party can find it is really another matter.

How could Chen Han not feel the fluctuation of his divine consciousness that cautiously, he just chuckled, and looked at the old Taoist priest whose face was getting whiter and paler, and even sweat drops were secreting on his forehead.

This old guy's dress is really similar to that of the exterminator, if it weren't for the big difference in appearance, and the temperament of the exercises is completely different, he even thought that the old monster had taken away the old Taoist priest in front of him.

Dao Yan is becoming more and more bottomless in his heart, if the person in front of him is unfathomable, then it is enough, he had such mental preparations before, but after his divine sense swept over, it was completely empty, as if it was just air in front of him.

This is too terrifying, Dao Yan has never encountered such a thing since he started cultivating, if he hadn't confirmed it again and again, he could clearly see the person in front of him with the naked eye, he even thought that he had hallucinated, and now he was in an illusion.

But this is the situation, which also made Dao Yan finally recognize the reality, he hurriedly applied a junior understanding that even he had almost forgotten, bowed down and hugged his fists and said: "I've seen my seniors." ”

The three of Tianjizi on the side were dumbfounded, the Tianjimen itself is extremely special, although the combat effectiveness is average, but most of the monks have begged them, although their ancestor said that it was only the early stage of the tribulation, but in the face of some of the great monks in the middle of the tribulation, they were ignorant of it, and the late stage of the tribulation was just a peer relationship.

How can the person in front of him be able to make the ancestor make this statement?

Chen Han didn't feel flattered.

Compared to the great grandmaster-level martial artist on the earth, this cultivator who has reached the tribulation stage is more than a step stronger, but he is still only close to the first-level transcendent, and there is still a gap between him.

Thinking of this, Chen Han was in a trance, with the exercises on the earth, it is very difficult to achieve a first-level transcendence, he still has to return to the earth if he has time, improve the exercises, just to see how his mother and the others are now. After all, although less than a hundred years have passed since the real time, in Chen Han's perception, there are thousands of years.

(End of chapter)