On the rocky mountain....

Yan Qing carefully observed these stones, but these stones were very ordinary.

This made him very skeptical, if he had guessed wrong, maybe this stone mountain was not the sword mountain on the ancient land at all.

How can these ordinary stones be made into stone swords?

At this time, his brows furrowed, and he looked around the stone mountain, looking for an unusual stone. However, after searching the entire stone mountain, I did not find a single stone that was not ordinary.

"Isn't it really the Sword Mountain?"

Yan Qing was puzzled, in the memory of the inheritance of the imperial sword technique, he saw that Kaishan had just picked a stone to polish the stone sword. And how powerful that stone sword is, he has seen it with his eyes, and it is not an exaggeration to open the sky with a sword.

At this time, the hunchbacked old man came up again and saw Yan Qing looking for stones everywhere, so he said, "The stones here are all the same." ”

"It's all the same?" Yan Qing frowned.

"Yes, it's all the same, it's the people who are different. The hunchbacked old man said.

Yan Qing was stunned for a moment, seemed to understand something, and then thought for a moment before saying, "Then I'll borrow this stone." ”

The hunchbacked old man was slightly stunned when he saw that Yan Qing had chosen, the highest and sharpest stone on the top of the mountain, because that stone was also the stone he drenched the most.

However, he didn't say anything and continued to drench himself.

Yan Qing saw that the hunchbacked old man had no objection, so he walked towards the stone, if this stone mountain is really the sword mountain, then it is better to take this stone. At this time, he touched it, and the stone was still very ordinary, and it shattered with a slight pinch.

Can you really polish a stone sword?

After a while, Yan Qing ****: "Old man, do you know how to polish the stone sword?"

"The old man can only grow swords, not polish stone swords. The hunchbacked old man shook his head and said, the spoon in his hand paused for a moment, "However, whether it is planting a sword or sharpening a sword, you need to be careful. In your heart it is a sword, it is a sword, and if in your heart it is not a sword, then it is not a sword......"

Yan Qing nodded, in fact, with his current strength, even a thatch could be turned into a sharp sword, which could cut the sun, moon and stars.

However, the hunchbacked old man's speech seemed quite meaningful.

Hundreds of years have passed, the hunchbacked old man is not old or dead, and he has been carrying water and planting swords for a hundred years, which shows that he must not be simple. If this stone mountain is really the sword mountain, then who is this hunchbacked old man, and is it related to the sword master?

Why did he plant swords, and for whom?

In the memory of the inheritance of the swordfight, although the sword master has not appeared, an ethereal voice has appeared.

This voice is only heard, not seen.

Is he a sword master?

I'm afraid that even Kaishan, who is known as the great disciple of the Sword Master by the world, probably doesn't know, because he has never seen the Sword Master at all. The hunchbacked old man once said that he was just a sword slave who planted swords. However, with the Ancient Sword Mountain as the seed, he vowed to plant a peerless immortal sword, and this kind of courage may not be able to open the mountain.

Well, this hunchbacked old man is either a madman or a peerless master.

At this time, Yan Qing pulled up the stone, which was nine zhang high and one zhang wide, and then wanted to carry him to the river and slowly polish it with the help of the river. However, as soon as he left the stone mountain, the nine-zhang high stone on his shoulder was as heavy as ten mountains, and he couldn't stand up straight.

"This?"

Yan Qing couldn't help but glare, the aura in her body was running wildly, but she still couldn't straighten her waist. Moreover, the stone on his shoulder weighed on him, and almost his whole person fell into the ground.

"What's the situation?"

Yan Qing hurriedly threw the stone away, otherwise he would have really pressed him down to the ground, and then he gasped and watched the stone drill into the ground little by little.

It's not that the stone burrows into the ground, it's that the stone is too heavy for the earth to bear.

"Why did this stone suddenly become heavier?" Yan Qing was very puzzled, and then he looked at the stone mountain, could it be that if the stone left the stone mountain, it would become heavier? At this time, the nine-zhang high stone was deep in the earth, and it was already hundreds of zhang above the ground.

Yan Qing looked at it for a while, then immediately returned to Stone Mountain and picked a fist-sized stone. When he walked out of the stone mountain, the fist-sized stone suddenly became heavier, reaching tens of thousands of catties.

"How so?"

Yan Qing thought about it, couldn't help but be a little surprised, and then pinched, but the stone was extremely hard, and he couldn't crush it at all.

At this point, he was horrified.

Is this still an ordinary stone?

After a while, he threw the small stone back to the stone mountain, and then dragged the Jiuzhang stone that was deep in the ground back to the stone mountain little by little. He couldn't bear it, and the earth couldn't bear it, so he had to throw it back to the stone mountain.

It's too heavy.

When he dragged the stone back, he was almost half dead from exhaustion.

At this time, he saw the hunchbacked old man carrying water, and immediately asked, "Old man, what kind of stone is this?"

"Heavy Iron. The hunchbacked old man said.

"Shentian Heavy Iron?" Yan Qing frowned, he hadn't heard of it, but it must be very simple, "It seems that you can only polish a small sword, otherwise you can't carry it......"

After a few moments, he carried the stone to the top of the hill and began to polish it little by little.

At this time, the hunchbacked old man said, "You need blood to be able to polish a sharp stone sword." ”

"Blood?" Yan Qing wondered.

The hunchbacked old man did not speak again, and after drenching in water, he carried the bucket down the mountain.

Yan Qing thought for a moment, then spit out a mouthful of essence blood from the tip of her tongue, and the stone was stained with essence blood, which was immediately absorbed.

"Not enough. ”

At some point, the hunchbacked old man said, "Only if the stone is full of blood." ”

At this time, Yan Qing simply cut her index finger and let it flow by itself, but the stone sucked for a day and a night, and it still didn't suck it full.

"Won't suck me dry, will you?"

Yan Qing frowned, and had to bleed while polishing.

A month later, Yan Qing, who was already skinny, asked, "Old man, you are not mistaken, right?"

"Attentively. ”

The hunchbacked old man said irresponsibly.

Yan Qing smiled bitterly, feeling that this stone would have to be sucked for a while, but the blood he released was probably enough to fill a lake.

Half a year later, the stone was full of blood, and the stone sword was sharpened.

This is a large stone sword, which looks very ordinary, but it is already connected to Yan Qing's flesh and blood, and it only takes him a thought to fly. Even if he brought out the stone mountain, he still didn't feel very heavy, maybe because of the blood.

At this time, he immediately cast the sword technique, and the stone sword flew out in an instant, although it was not as radiant, but it was as fast as lightning, and it had disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Boom Boom –

The stone sword passed through countless mountains, and it was unstoppable.

At the same time, invincible!

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