The white-haired old man was carrying a broad long sword in his hand, and he was polishing it on a pitch-black stone.

The sword roared, and every time the sword brushed against the pitch-black stone, a brilliant spark burst out, and there was a heavy and ear-piercing sword sound.

The blade of the long sword was missing a corner and looked like a ring ruler, and the white-haired old man holding the sword looked like an old Confucian scholar.

His rough fingers touched the sharp blade, and then said with a smile, "Boy, do you still want to come and get the sword?" Old man, I don't have many good swords here. ”

Zhao Jin had a bitter face and sighed: "Old man, don't make fun of me, I've tried those swords in the forest many times, but I haven't succeeded once!" ”

Hua Yanfei saw so many swords for the first time, and looked around for a while, and when he heard what Zhao Jin said, he paused and said with a smile: "Zhao Jin, your kung fu is too good, there are so many swords in the forest, you can't even take a sword?" ”

Zhao Jin scolded: "If you can do it, you can try the sword that will be completed!" ”

Hua Feifei was standing in front of a pitch-black broken sword, the sword body was as black as ink, even if the strong sunlight shone down, there was no halo on the sword body.

I don't know what kind of material it is made of.

The curious flower gradually stretched out her fingers, wanting to touch the black sword.

"Don't move!"

Zhao Jin hurriedly shouted.

However, the flower was flying, and his fingers, as pale as his hair, had touched the spine of the sword.

The black sword seemed to tremble slightly, and let out an extremely subtle sword sound.

The Nangong Sword Master squinted his eyes and stared at the flowers gradually flying, and an indescribable aura spread out from his body, and dissipated into the air in an instant.

The breath dispersed and retracted, and everyone was unaware.

Hua Feifei, who was stunned in place, wanted to see what incredible phenomena would happen after that, and stood there waiting, but the black sword did not move again, and there was silence on the spot.

Zhao Jin shouted: "Oh my God, that black sword is the old man's sword back then!" Why don't you just mess around without asking? ”

Hua Yanfei touched his nose and apologized to the white-haired old man.

The white-haired old man who could hear the sound of the sword still had a flat face, and there was no trace of emotional fluctuations, but he finally said: "I'm afraid that the swords of this forest have nothing to do with you." ”

Zhao Jin was shocked, "Old man, are you angry?" ”

The white-haired old man put the long sword in his hand back in its place, and he said, "There is no need to be angry, but my words have always been very accurate, old man. ”

But the flower gradually became suspicious, "Why? ”

The white-haired old man: "If you want to take a sword, you can be at your level of realm, and the possibility of getting a suitable sword is almost minimal, and the sword also has a temper." It doesn't like the weak. ”

Zhao Jin asked, "Brother Hua, what level are you at now?" ”

Hua gradually scratched her head and said with a wry smile: "I haven't started cultivating yet. ”

Zhao Jin was dumbfounded for a while.

"When I was at the peak of the Xuan Realm, I insisted on trying the sword, wanting to use the spiritual power of advancing to the realm to forcibly break through, but then I took the sword and found that there was a powerful aura blocking me."

The white-haired old man read: "Of course, the sword has a spirit, and it will only choose people with the same temper and smell, and even if it is a person with a higher realm to take it by force, it cannot twist the sword bones." ”

"Therefore, it is said that a cultivator should take the sword based on chance, but how can the sword not look at people? Both man and sword depend on chance. ”

Zhao Jin nodded, thoughtful.

Hua gradually smiled bitterly: "It seems that my fate is not here." ”

The white-haired old man stared at the pitch-black broken sword and said, "You don't understand this sword, so you can't afford it; When the sword fails, it has no meaning. I can only say that the opportunity has not yet arrived. ”

Hua gradually flew and asked, "What is the chance?" ”

The white-haired old man said again: "There are three ways of sword heart, self-centered, self-centered, super-ego, selfless three-layer realm, how do you think in your heart, how this sword comes." If you are firm in your heart, you will enter the road of life; If the mind is uncertain, it will fall into the devil and get out of control, and eventually endanger the world. ”

Zhao Jin pressed Hua Wanfei's shoulder, and swore to the white-haired old man: "With me watching him, you can rest assured!" I'm sure I won't let him mess with every flower, grass, tree or tree in the forest! ”

The white-haired old man waved his hand, as if he had given an eviction order, "It's not that I'm stingy, it's better to have one less recommendation than one more." ”

Hua gradually flew and apologized slightly, and then left with Zhao Jinfu Dashui.

The white-haired old man held his hands behind his shoulders, staring at the countless broken swords and broken swords that filled the forest, and he said to himself, "How long can this formation last?" ”

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At noon, the sun was fiery, through the sword forest, and a heat wave was rolling on the ground. Many people came from the inland of the Xichuan Hanging Sword Forest one after another, squatting, standing, or sitting in different postures, obviously coming for the sword.

Hua gradually flew in the forest and saw Zhao Zhiyuan, the lord of Xiliu City, with a gloomy expression like a down-and-out scholar.

When Zhao Jin saw his brother appear, his scalp was numb and he didn't dare to go out to disturb, he was most afraid of his brother's gloomy face.

At this moment, there was still a person standing behind Zhao Zhiyuan, a scholar with a sneer on his face, who seemed to be not much older than the two of them.

The Zhang family in Xiliu City advocates wings, and Zhang Yizhen, who has just entered the heavenly realm, is not what it used to be, and even his breath has changed, which makes people feel deeper and more introverted.

Zhao Jin's gloomy face disappeared for a moment, and then he took a chair from the hut and sat down, just wanting to watch the play quietly.

Although he had entered the realm of the earth, there was little hope for him to take it.

The weather was hot, and although there was shade from the trees, it was not comfortable to sit on the dirty ground and lie on the chair.

The big tree where Hua gradually flew was relatively hidden, although he wanted to step forward and be polite to Zhao Zhiyuan, but Zhao Jin held him down this time, and warned him very seriously, don't act rashly!

Hua Weifei scolded with a smile: "Are you so afraid of your brother? ”

Zhao Jin covered his head, indicating that his head hurt.

In the shade under the tree, Zhao Jin lay on a chair, shaking while observing the cultivators around him.

There are many Heavenly Realm masters, Song Shengli of Tongshan City, and Mohai of Xuanshui Gate...... Only a small number of people he knew, and cultivators he didn't know abounded, and the scale of this sword forest was simply an unprecedented grand occasion in Xiliu City.

Suddenly, the ancient tree in the center of the Xichuan Hanging Sword Forest shook, and several huge leaves fell to the ground.

"Sword, please."

The sword in the forest is aura. A colorful color burst out of the dragon locust tree in the center, danced in the air three times, and then landed straight on a piece of bluestone.

If the ordinary sword was smashed like this, the bluestone would have already been torn apart, but this sword inserted in the bluestone was like inserting it into a piece of tofu, there was no surprise, but there was an extra crack on the bluestone that was three inches long.

In the thatched hut in the forest, there was a sound: "The sword weapon Longhua, three feet and six minutes long, five lights and ten colors, ten colors are full of anger, and it will be completed in April 16 today!"

The Longhua sword, the sword style is very beautiful, not like a sharp sword for killing, but like an embroidered sword for decoration.

"The sword is in the list of 100 weapons, and those who take the sword are please."

Top 100 Instruments! There are powerful weapons that make the entire Jianghu people blush!

This sentence means that the sword from the Xichuan Hanging Sword Forest this time is unusually strong! It would be a great help if you could get your hands on it!

The thatched hut in the sword forest sounded again, announcing that the sword was ownerless, and everyone could try it.

When the voice fell, many cultivators in the Hanging Sword Forest were in a frenzy, and they rushed towards the 'Longhua' standing on the ground, and the scene was chaotic, like a demon refining field.

Some cultivators didn't even get close to the sword before they frantically attacked the people in front of them.

There is a strange mentality, what I can't get, others can't get, the closer the strength, the more disobedient the other party.

The person who takes the lead usually has bad luck, looking at the treasures that are close in front of him, leaving the back to the people behind, but not having the ability to protect himself, which means being bombarded into a ball of flesh.

The matter of the dead did not appear, the old man Nangong once said that in addition to killing people, there is no problem for cultivators to seize the sword, which is simply a life talisman for some relatively weak masters.

The scene of the sword grabbing was extremely chaotic, and every few steps, several people fell.

Hua Feifei stood quietly and watched, he didn't have any strength in his body, so he naturally wouldn't go up and die by himself.

Zhao Jin wasn't too interested in that sword, his first task was to keep an eye on Hua Feifei, and not let Hua Fei move around, for fear of messing up the earth qi of the Hanging Sword Forest.

Although there are no dead people, but the seriously injured warriors everywhere are shocking, there is no shortage of wailing and screaming, and there are even cases of missing arms and broken legs, for such a thing, the sword master of the Hanging Sword Forest will not be controlled, after all, this sword can only belong to one person.

Tightening his robe, Hua Feifei looked at the slightly bloody sword-grabbing scene and said, "This is too unreasonable." ”

The flower gradually flew out of the door to see such a bloody scene for the first time.

Zhao Jin poured himself a sip of wine, and said without touch: "In the case of grabbing treasures, greedy hearts will always be revealed, making people fall into demons, and making people crazy, in fact, this is not a mess, many people still have mercy." If you go to the rivers and lakes in the future, you will definitely meet it! ”

Hua Wanfei was a little puzzled and asked, "As for it?" Do these people think too little and do too much? It's so chaotic, even if the sword is in hand, it is estimated that it will not be able to take out the Hanging Sword Forest, right? ”

Zhao Jin smiled and said, "That's right, it's really difficult to take it home." However, as long as the sword recognizes the lord in the Hanging Sword Forest, the sword will be yours. ”

There are rules in the Hanging Sword Forest, and in the Sword Forest, no one is allowed to attack a swordsman who is recognized by the sword!

Hua gradually nodded, which was a bit humane.

In the Hanging Sword Forest, in front of the Longhua Sword, there are several masters fighting fiercely.

It is difficult to advance an inch between each other, and it is necessary to prevent people from grabbing swords, which is already a very battle of wits and courage, and you have to think before and after making a move.

On the occasion of looking around the enemy, if you are not careful, not only the sword, but also the small life will have to be handed over here.

The Longhua Sword stood quietly on the ground, and countless Jianghu guests wanted to take it, but no one could get close to it!

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