Everyone's faces changed one after another.

The teenagers reached out and pressed down on the hilt of their swords.

The elders took the cultivation as a slight bloom and controlled the sword.

Boom!

The sound of the sword still doesn't stop.

Cao Potian originally didn't care, but gradually he couldn't suppress the Sky Slashing Sword with his spiritual power, so he had to reach out and press it on the hilt, so that it couldn't get out of the sheath, but the Sky Slashing Sword was still struggling in the scabbard.

Dongfang Zhan held the hilt of the sword with both hands, looking extremely difficult, and barely controlled the fearless sword by his side.

Other teenagers, such as Xueyan, Song Queyi, Song Qingfeng, Lin Haitang and others, also tried their best to control the sword, so that the extreme sword would not fly out.

Bai Yunyun was like a rag doll hanging on a big sword, trying his best to hold on, grasping the hilt of the sword with one hand and the stone pillar next to him with the other, barely being sucked through.

Of course, there were also people such as Xiahou Chong, Xiahou Ang and others, although they tried their best to maintain it, it was finally difficult to control the sword on their waists, and in the midst of the clanging sound, the long sword flew out and flew towards Lin Beichen.

Woohoo!

Like the Immortal Imperial Flying Sword.

Dozens of swords broke through the air, and they all hung in the air about two meters away from Lin Beichen.

This made Chu Zhen, who was already about to make a move, breathe a sigh of relief and stood still.

That's when —

"It's done. ”

Fan Zuo Ang shouted with joy.

I saw that the last stroke of the word 'de' fell, and finally completed the whole process of assigning a name to the sword.

He was sweating profusely and his face flushed, as if he had collapsed from a serious illness, but the ecstasy in his eyes could not be concealed.

In this case, although it is difficult to give a name, but for the sword casting master, it is a rare opportunity, with the cooperation of the sword owner, to complete the whole process of assigning the sword spirit, just like the martial artist broke the bottleneck of cultivation, which means that from then on, his sword casting cultivation has made a qualitative leap, and it may not take long to practice the art of [Sword Soul].

Lin Beichen only felt a feeling of blood connection coming from the hilt of the German sword.

This two-handed sword, as if it was an extension of his own arm, seemed to be one with his own body.

It was more comfortable than he had ever felt when he had held any sword before.

It's like when I was a game house in my previous life, in countless fantasies, I finally felt ecstatic when I finally held the persimmon.

Every swordsman must have a sword of his own.

And so it was.

He shook his sword in his hand.

Boom!

More than a dozen swords suspended in mid-air instantly broke and shattered in unison.

"Scare?"

Only then did Lin Beichen notice that something was wrong around him.

"You ...... Sneak up on me while I'm not looking?"

With his brain running fast, Lin Beichen shook the pot directly without hesitation and said, "It's so shameless." However, the ugly words are said in the front, everyone has seen it, my virtue, I didn't touch your sword just now, so I won't pay for these broken swords. ”

Lin is now an iron rooster who never pulls out.

Want him to pay?

Impossible.

Xiahou Chong and others, when they saw this scene, they all cried with sad faces, wanting to cry without tears.

Their swords, although not a treasure, are also a weapon that has been chosen by thousands of people, and they are worth a lot of money, and they only get it after wasting their hearts, but they are broken and broken so inexplicably, so that their hearts are dripping blood.

"The fit is 100 percent, one sword is out, a hundred swords are destroyed, haha, congratulations Xiaoyou, you got a sword that fits. ”

Fan Zuang's eyes flashed with shock, carefully concealed it, and said with a smile.

A sword that fits?

"What's that?"

Lin Beichen's eyes widened in ignorance.

"Hehe, the beauty of it, Xiaoyou will know it in the future. Fan Zuo didn't explain, and said with a smile on his face: "There are two other swords, let me continue to give the sword name to Xiaoyou." ”

How did this guy suddenly become so enthusiastic?

The change in attitude before and after is too obvious, right?

Suspicious in his heart, Lin Beichen handed over the Zhongyin Sword and said, "Its name is Dolan." ”

Fan Zuang was stunned: "Dolan?"

"yes, the early line artifact. ”

Lin Beichen said with emotion.

Early alignment?

What's that?

Fan Zuang looked confused.

Everyone else around was stunned.

Dolan Sword?

Very strange name.

Who is Dolan?

First name?

Or is it a place name?

"Well, as you wish. In the end, Fan Zuo Ang didn't ask too much, but fulfilled his duties as a sword casting master, and engraved the word 'Dolan' on the sword body of the Zhongyin Sword with the secret technique of [Fu Sword Spirit].

This time, there is no picture of a hundred swords worshipping.

But when Lin Beichen held the Duolan sword, a touch of brilliant silver Xuan pattern flickered, activating the formation within the sword body, and when this newly cast sword was awakened, the sound of Qingyue's long sword still clearly echoed in the city lord's mansion, which was greater than the movements of Cao Potian and Bai Yanyun before.

Everyone changed color.

Cao Potian's face was very dark.

And Fan Zuoang exclaimed: "Again...... 100% fit again?"

Another well-fitting sword?

He stared at Lin Beichen, wondering in his heart, this young man wouldn't be the legendary pure sword species, right?

Born to fit with ten thousand swords?

Unlikely.

This probability is too low.

Even in Baiyun City, there may not be such a genius.

Lin Beichen waved the Dolan Sword a few times casually, and he felt very good, like an arm command, as if he was one with his body.

Not bad.

Suddenly, I was reluctant to sell it for money.

He handed the small silver sword, that is, the pale silver short sword, to Fan Zuoang, and said, "This sword is called ...... Belch...... Let's call it Zheng Yi. ”

Zheng Yi?

What the hell is this name?

Fan Zuoang's smiling expression gradually froze.

When the others heard this name, they were also stunned.

Tsundere little Lori Bai Yanyun was dumbfounded and said, "Zheng Yijian?"

Lin Beichen glanced back and said, "What did you say?" ”

Bai Yanyun subconsciously said, "Zheng Yijian." ”

"What?" Lin Beichen asked again.

"Zheng-Yi-Jian——!!!!"

Bai Yanyun let out an evil dragon roar, "Is it clear?"

"Hahaha, I heard you clearly. Lin Beichen smiled back with satisfaction and said, "Yes, it's Ekin Cheng." ”

What a nostalgic name.

Coming to this world, it is really all kinds of loneliness and loneliness.

It feels like a happy thing to be able to hear such a familiar name from my previous life again.

He named the Zhongyin Sword 'Dolan Sword' and the Little Silver Sword 'Zheng Yijian', not for the sake of spoofing or bad taste, but in this way, he wanted to remind himself all the time that I am an earthling, and I must find a way to return to the earth.

Because, on Earth, there are still relatives and friends waiting for you.

Mom and Dad must be looking for themselves all over the world like crazy.

How anxious and desperate were they?

So, be sure to go back.

Lin Beichen said solemnly: "Master Fan, if you have work, you will be called Zheng Yijian." ”