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I have to obey, these soldiers have a very good set of bundles, and the thick rope is firmly wrapped around the pillar several times, which looks like a zongzi.

A middle-aged sword cultivator approached, leaned on the ground, carefully examined the wooden box, a look of concentration appeared on his face, and after a moment he stretched out his hand and lifted the corner of the wooden box.

The wooden box was a little heavy, to his surprise, he looked over and over for a long time, and found that there was a small gap in the middle of the box, which should be the combination of the box lid and the box.

The middle-aged sword cultivator took a deep breath, put his hands together, and exuded a mysterious energy, wanting to pull the lid open, and tried several times in a row, but the lid was like an iron cast copper pour, but it didn't move at all.

He felt that the vitality in the sea of dantian qi seemed to encounter great resistance, so he hurriedly collected his Xuan Jin, rubbed his hands, and looked at Liu Daci and shook his head.

The wooden box suddenly made a sound, the sound was breathtaking, and the people present felt as if a giant hammer had smashed into their hearts, and they couldn't help but send out their vitality to resist.

Listening to this sound, it was the same as the sound of Yuan Dexuanjin hitting the wooden box, but the sound was slightly louder. Zhuo Zangfeng thought about it, could it be that the wooden box has a wonderful sense of the cultivator's mystical energy? When it is strong, it is strong, and when it is weak, it is weak?

If that's the case, then it's a testament to what I thought.

Next, a few more unconvinced people went up and tried it, but no matter what method they used, the wooden box did not move. Everyone was amazed, gathered around and talked about it.

Yuan De gritted his teeth with hatred for Zhuo Zangfeng, he was not interested in his things, and at this time, everyone was helpless, in order to compete for the limelight, he used his dark strength with both palms and broke hard.

I expected it to be opened, but the Xuan energy emitted was like a mud cow entering the sea, and there was a tendency for raindrops to fall into the big river, for fear of being impacted, and the vitality of decades of cultivation would be washed away, and it was forcibly withdrawn.

Liu Daci raised his glass and didn't drink, looking at Yuande intently, seeing that the situation was not right at this time, he said in surprise: "Look at what is hidden inside." ”

Yuan De pondered for a moment, concentrating and calming, and emitted a faint divine sense.

An illusory halo escaped from his eyes, a glowing white color, gradually pouring into the wooden box.

After a while, sweat oozed from his forehead, his face turned pale, the wooden box suddenly moved, Yuan De suddenly screamed, and fell to the sky.

Everyone was in a big mess for a while, helped him sit up, fed him the "Heart Protecting Pill", and the monk's pale face slowly recovered.

Zhuo Zangfeng looked at the overwhelmed monk with a gloating look, and his heart blossomed.

Yuan De's face turned pale, and he sighed: "General Liu, the poor monk's divine sense cannot penetrate, and he can't see the things inside the box at all. ”

And it's no wonder. Only the eight-rank martial artist can comprehend the divine sense, not to mention that Yuande is only the lower level of the eighth grade, and the divine consciousness above the seventh rank will become powerful.

Afterwards, some people drew their swords and cut down the wooden box, and several swords were broken in succession, but in vain. Looking at the wooden box again, there was not even a trace of sword marks on it.

Zhuo Zangfeng was afraid that they would destroy the wooden box at first, and he was secretly anxious. Seeing this, I felt a sense of relief.

"Unless it's a peerless sword, ordinary mortal iron won't work. Liu Daci pondered.

He is a seventh-rank intermediate rank, and his cultivation is the highest among all people.

Originally, he thought that he would invite a master of the Six-Rank Martial Arts Realm this time, but he overestimated himself. Where could a cultivator of the Six-Rank Martial Arts Realm take a small county lieutenant in his eyes? Even if there was a sword as an introduction, how could these people believe it.

What's more, a Qingfeng sword made of ordinary mortal iron is not often boasted as a peerless divine weapon by these temple officials?

There was no sound behind the wooden box, and there was a previous lesson from the monk Yuande, and Liu Daci did not dare to try it easily, so he only turned over and watched the wooden box over and over again.

There was no mechanism on the box, which made him feel a little at ease, and after looking at it for a while, Liu Daci finally couldn't help but send out his divine sense.

However, the wooden box was unusually strong, and his divine sense could not penetrate it, but when he penetrated into the wooden box, he encountered a faint vitality.

This vitality is subtle and unpredictable, as if it is absent, like a wisp of fragrance that does not exist, but it makes people drunk when they smell it, and drunk when they smell it.

The taste is extremely strong and light, which is the same as the boundless heaven and earth vitality is vast and slim. Liu Daci knew that he could not break through this vitality, and he was afraid of being counterattacked, so he gave up.

It was quiet in the attic, and everyone looked at him and waited for him.

Liu Daci sighed and said: "This wooden box has supreme mana, I really can't think of any master outside the square who has such cultivation." His expression was gloomy, and he was silent for a moment before contemplating: "This realm must be above the nine grades of martial arts." ”

"Ahh

Someone exclaimed, the world cultivates, "four gods above the nine grades, two immortals on land and outside the sky."

In addition to the major sects, the cultivators of the Nine Rank Martial Arts Realm could not easily see it, let alone the "Four Divine Realms" on it!

Zhuo Zangfeng looked at the surprised expressions of these people, and felt a little proud in his heart.

Although he was tied up and couldn't move, he was calm at this time. Because he knew things were going the way he thought they would.

He exhaled lightly, glanced at the ancient sword on the square table, and thought that this sword didn't know if it could split the wooden box.

Liu Daci's eyes suddenly widened, staring at Zhuo Zangfeng.

"Where did you get this wooden box?"

Zhuo Zangfeng had already thought of his words, and said casually: "Passed down from the ancestors." ”

Liu Daci asked again: "Have you ever opened it?"

"Not yet. Zhuo Zangfeng replied.

Liu Daci lightly twisted his long beard in contemplation, and a monk walked up to him and said in a low voice: "General, the time to open the sword has arrived." ”

"Okay! The wooden box matter will be put aside for the time being, and today we will only talk about the sword. Liu Daci said, waving his hand to remove the silk covering the sword.

Everyone sat down in their original positions, and a guard held an ancient sword for everyone to watch one by one.

Zhuo Zangfeng looked at the sword again, and saw that the sword body was simple, and the scabbard seemed to be made of green shark skin, which looked dignified and solemn, and a pale ancient meaning couldn't help but swing in his heart.

His heart suddenly moved, and he remembered the old monster's book "Sword Products", which recorded such a sword.

Liu Daci's whole mind is on the sword, although the wooden box is magical, it is already in hand. At the moment, the only way to open the ancient sword is to open it first. After all, their own glory and wealth are all tied to this sword.

After everyone finished passing the sword one by one, Liu Daci stood up and said loudly: "Today's sages are all over, and the masters are elegant, if you can recognize this sword, you will be rewarded with ten gold, and if you open this sword box, you will be rewarded with ten gold." ”

The crowd upstairs was thunderous, and General Liu gave such a heavy honorarium that everyone was eager to try and get this prize back.

A soldier in charge of monitoring Zhuo Zangfeng saw that he was only staring at the ancient sword, with a strange expression, and said sarcastically: "The master appreciates the sword, and a prisoner under the rank is also moved?"

At this time, everyone gathered together, he was not as tall as everyone, and he was tied to a pillar, and he could only hear the sound of discussion and evaluation inside.

A person standing at the back of the back almost bumped into him when he squeezed forward, and the man looked at him with disdain and said, "Stinky boy, don't get in the way of the uncle's reward." ”

The man's companion said, "I don't know the way of cultivation, I'm ignorant and arrogant. ”

These two people cultivated averagely, and they knew that they couldn't get the color head of the sword no matter what, so they simply vented their anger on the young man who couldn't move.

There are many people in the world who can't eat grapes and say that grapes are sour.

"What's so difficult to open a sword? It's just that this young man is hateful, and if it's broken, it's in Xia Yaxing! ”

As he spoke, he slapped Zhuo Zangfeng twice.

Although the other party did not have Xuan Jin in his palm, these two slaps were really not light, Zhuo Zangfeng was originally injured by Yuan De Xuan Jin, but he was beaten at this time, and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.

After beating someone, the man was afraid that blood would stain his clothes, so he hurriedly dodged and scolded: "Bastard thing!" wanted to raise his hand and fight again, but saw the young man glaring angrily, and there was suddenly a kind of forcing edge in his eyes.

Zhuo Zangfeng asked, "Who are you?"

The man didn't look at him, but puffed up his chest and said loudly: "If you don't change your name, you won't change your surname, Lao Tzu Liu Quanhai." ”

Zhuo Zangfeng had blood on the corner of his mouth, raised his head and laughed: "I have backbone!