When Zhuo Bufan left, Lu Qinghe's feet were weak, and he was about to fall down without support, and his originally straight body became shaky in a blink of an eye. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Luo Shan and several other Tian Yuan Sect disciples hurriedly ran forward to help.

Xuan'er and Su Wan were taken aback, and hurriedly stepped forward and asked for warmth on the side.

"Senior Brother Qinghe, how can this be, are you okay?"

Lu Qinghe sighed and said weakly: "I'm fine, although I forced out the injuries in my body and the wisp of sword qi along with the blood in my chest, but that sword qi was extremely weird, like lightning struck the body, and the body didn't have any strength." ”

"What kind of move is that, so weird?" Luo Shan couldn't let go of this breath, and swore solemnly: "Senior Brother Qinghe, don't worry, I will definitely find out the identity of that kid, and this matter will not be settled like this." ”

"Shut up for me. Lu Qinghe clearly saw Zhuo Bufan's power, looked at Luo Shan and shook his head, his face was dark: "Forget it, if it's not necessary, try not to provoke him." Miss Su Wan, if there is nothing to do, I will leave first. ”

As soon as Lu Qinghe and the others left, Su Wan and Xuan'er looked at each other, recalling the hidden Zhuo Bufan, and Lu Qinghe, who was miserable at the moment, and was even more surprised than the twelve-magnitude earthquake, and even the mood of the two of them could not be described as surprised.

"How did this Zhuo Bufan cultivate, it looks like he is no more than twenty years old at most, obviously he only has the early stage of Ning Zhen cultivation but he is not even his opponent Lu Qinghe, how can he be strong to this extent in the early stage of Ning Zhen? Sister Su Wan, the strength of the Great Elder is beyond doubt, even he was defeated by Zhuo Bufan, how did this kid cultivate?"

It's not that I don't believe it, it's that I can't believe it at all, and this is simply subverting everyone's cognition. Even if a martial artist can fight across levels and win victory, he can't cross so many realms, and no one will believe him when he says it, unless he relies on external forces.

Su Wan smiled bitterly: "What if you believe it, what if you don't believe it?" Okay, Xuan'er, your temper has to be changed, don't be willful and unreasonable in the future."

"No, no, I must find out, I must find out who Zhuo Bufan is sacred. She didn't listen to Su Wan's words at all, and thought about Zhuo Bufan: "Sister Su Wan, I suddenly remembered that I was in a bit of a hurry, I'll come to you another day, goodbye." ”

After solving the trouble, Zhuo Bufan found one of the most famous blacksmith shops in Maple Leaf City, which was full of all kinds of weapons, but there were no weapons that Zhuo Bufan was satisfied with.

Since ancient times, there have been two kinds of cultivators, one is the well-known martial artists, this part of the population will use various methods to enhance their cultivation strength, sucking spirit stones, swallowing various pills, and even fighting;

The former is the path taken by almost all beginner martial artists, and the latter is the path taken by the transformation of the state of mind after completing the cultivation.

For cultivators, although weapons are outside the body, but for a swordsman, the sword is an indispensable foreign object, not to mention that in Zhuo Bufan's view, cultivation itself is a process of breaking through oneself with the help of external forces, at the very beginning, with the help of the power of weapons, after cultivating something, with the help of heaven and earth, and finally with the help of the power of the laws of the universe, although the three are different in nature, but there are similarities.

Moreover, Qingyunmen is mainly based on swords, and the disciples of the sect rely on swordsmanship, if there is no sword in hand, its own strength will be greatly discounted, which is very dangerous for martial artists who wander on the rivers and lakes.

"Childe, what do you need?"

Zhuo Bufan took down a sword from the shelf, and the master who forged the sword smiled: "Childe really has good eyesight, this sword is the most successful one I have ever built, although it is not as good as other divine weapons, but it is also a rare sword." ”

Zhuo Bufan nodded slightly, drew the sword out of the sheath, the silver-white sword body can be used as a mirror, he carefully stared at the sword forged in his hand, stretched out his right hand, bent his index finger, and flicked the true qi to the sword body, and the crisp sword groan kept echoing in his ears.

"For the swordsman, each sword has its own life, and the sound quality can be recognized by the sound it makes. After listening to the sound of the sword for a moment, Zhuo Bufan had a certain understanding of the sword in his hand, looked at the sword, and nodded again and again: "This sword is very unique in workmanship from the sword body, the tip of the sword or the hilt, and the master has good craftsmanship." ”

The swordsmith laughed: "Childe is really an expert, dissatisfied with Childe, although I am quite satisfied with this sword, it is not the best sword in our store." ”

Zhuo Bufan frowned, and said curiously: "Master has a better sword than this? ”

"Childe is a person who understands swords, and he looks at it at it. The swordsmith said solemnly: "However, Childe, I have a word in advance, this sword is not sold by anyone, Childe can only take a look, and he can't reveal the news yet." ”

Behind the shop was the courtyard where the swordsmith lived, and Zhuo Bufan followed the master to a secret room, which was full of all kinds of weapons.

The swordsmith took out a sword from a rosewood box with gold edges, and as soon as Zhuo Bufan saw this sword, he knew that it was an extraordinary product, and he couldn't say how much he loved it.

Taking the sword, Zhuo Bufan said in surprise: "Master, why can't this sword feel weight?"

"Childe might as well draw his sword and take a look. ”

The sword was unsheathed, and the swordsmith picked up a superior weapon from the side and chased after Zhuo Bufan.

Zhuo Bufan raised his sword to meet the attack, and the weapon carefully created by the swordsmith was as fragile as tofu, and it was cut in two without even making a sound.

"This sword sharpens iron like clay, light as nothing, it is really a divine weapon. ”

The swordsmith laughed: "Does Childe like it?"

Zhuo Bufan nodded heavily, with a look of regret: "It's a pity that this sword doesn't belong to me." ”

"It's impossible for the young man to want this sword, it's just that you have to help me do something, and after the thing is done, I won't take a penny from this sword, and I will have the right to give it as a gift to my son. The swordsmith looked serious, not a joke.

Zhuo Bufan's expression was solemn: "Master, please speak." ”

The swordsmith took a deep breath, and looked sad and sad: "Shaoxia, don't hide it, I have a daughter, who is also a martial artist, and I went to Hongshi Lake a few days ago to find the best materials for casting weapons, and there has been no news so far, if you can bring the little girl back safe and sound, this sword is yours of the son." ”

Zhuo Bufan nodded: "I'm willing to give it a try." ”