The black sword qi was cut off immediately, and the coercion almost destroyed the world.

Wang Quanquan didn't dare to resist, and was about to dodge, when a foot suddenly appeared next to him, kicking him back into the range of sword qi......

A quarter of an hour later, deep underground, the young man lay on a hard rock slab, in severe pain, and it was difficult to move his fingers.

Next to him stood a young man with black hair and a playful smile on the corner of his mouth:

"Boy, are you still hard-mouthed?"

"Didn't you always say you only used one hand?"

"I didn't say I didn't use my feet."

"Alas... When will you take me as an apprentice? ”

"This seat has said that it never accepts disciples."

Di Xin paused for a moment and continued:

"But my phantom promised you that he would teach the twelfth layer of swordsmanship, Zhao Shuquan still has the pride of the sword in the world, long live him in this seat, this bit of equipment is still there. It's just that I'm willing to teach, do you have the ability to learn? ”

Di Xin said, a black dragon suddenly appeared outside his body, this was not some magic, but the dragon qi he possessed as the human emperor.

The dragon qi is still alive, that is, the luck of a country is not exhausted, if he is willing, he can be a merchant everywhere in the world.

Wang Quanquan got up with difficulty, shook his neck and said:

"The sword of the predecessors is the sword of the Son of Heaven, and this sword can just be learned by the younger generations."

After speaking, the meaning of purple gold was permeated all over his body, and the dragon qi that had been warmed by him for hundreds of years showed his true face in front of outsiders for the first time.

The dragon has five claws, a golden body and purple hair, and it roars, and the earth shakes the mountains.

Although it was a little less imposing than the black dragon, its eyes showed battle intent and faintly wanted to compete with it.

Di Xin's eyes showed appreciation, and he said slowly:

"In the last layer of star picking, you need to find a natal weapon, cast it with soul, and luck as the guide, and the three can be combined before it can be used."

"Seniors are saying that man and sword are one?"

"Almost."

Di Xin took out his hair sword.

"This sword and ink slash, born in the Hanging Mountain of the Ancient God Realm, was originally just a piece of iron essence, which was smelted by me for nearly a thousand years before I could get a sword."

"Senior, can you lend me this sword?"

Di Xin was also happy, threw it directly to the other party, and continued:

"Ink slash is my natal magic weapon, it can change its form at will, except for me, no one in the world can control it......"

Halfway through his words, his eyes widened in astonishment.

I saw that the long sword was extremely obedient in the other party's hand, changing square for a while, round for a while, and then turning into a long knife, a chain, and an iron rod, and finally became a black statue.

The royal authority knocked the statue with a thump and said:

"It's a good baby, the shape changes much faster than ordinary swords, if only I had one."

"This is a natal magic weapon, don't mess around."

Di Xin stretched out his hand with a cold face, and the statue turned into a large number of black strands of hair back to the back of his head again.

The man looked at the king's authority with a solemn face, he could control his natal magic weapon, and the other party was still the first, or don't teach it, just kill it...

Wang Quanquan didn't know that the other party had already moved to kill, so he touched his chin and said thoughtfully:

"Senior, can I find a ready-made weapon to refine?"

Di Xin suppressed the killing intent in his heart, and said in a slightly cold tone:

"Yes, yes, but most of the high-grade divine soldiers have self-awareness, if they don't have the same heart as you, they will go mad at least, and they will disappear at worst."

Wang Quanquan showed regret when he heard this, just now he took the lead in thinking of the Yang Emperor Sword and the Sun and Moon Wheel.

However, if you think about it carefully, it is unlikely, after the First War of the Holy Spirit Servants three hundred years ago, the Yang Emperor's sword returned to the Yang Court, and the Sun and Moon Wheel were nowhere to be found.

Even if they can find it, I'm afraid that no one in this world can force them to do things.

……

It's been another half a month, and things are still stagnant.

Wang Quanquan went to the Lingyun Treasury several times and picked out some materials that were still eye-catching, but according to Di Xin, no matter how good the heavenly and earthly treasures are, it will take hundreds of years to refine them.

These days, Elder Gongsun sent people to knock on the side from time to time to ask him when he could go back, although he was sent away in the end, but it was not a way to drag it on.

The king asked Di Xin about this matter, and the other party only had the way to come in.

Wang Quanquan still looks like a bamboo in front of outsiders, but in private, he scratches his head sadly at the two fairy swords of Hongyu and Lingquen.

The two swords have followed him for hundreds of years, from Jindan to Mahayana, and they have worked hard, but they have long been inapplicable.

If you casually refine it as a natal magic weapon like this, your strength will definitely be affected in the future.

Left and right couldn't think of a way, Wang Quanquan simply put away the two swords and went out to enjoy the scenery.

There are not many views on the mountain, and it is better than nothing.

Wang Quanquan walked on the winding path of Yanjun Peak, and caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in his spare eyes.

Turning her head to look, the little girl Suzaku walked quickly towards it, followed by a boy about ten years old, taking a string of black things, and following the little girl like a fart.

"I said I don't want to play with you, can I stop following?"

The little girl finally got impatient, turned her head and said angrily.

The little boy was stunned when he saw this, took a bite of the skewer in his hand, and turned to leave.

Looking at the strange boy who was far away, Wang Quanquan smiled and said:

"Our cub is naturally beautiful, so soon there will be suitors?"

"Don't play such a joke on me, bother!"

"What's wrong?"

"That kid is an annoying spirit, knowing that I hate snakes, he takes one and dangles it in front of me every time, and asks me to play with him, and when he doesn't play, he cries and makes trouble, which makes everyone watch, and thinks I bullied him."

Hearing this, Wang Quanquan smiled meaningfully.

"Cubs, the way boys express their liking is usually annoying, and the more angry the girls are, the happier they are."

The little girl gave him a blank look, obviously not ready to accept this kind of kindness.

At this time, the little boy turned back again, and sure enough, a bright red poisonous snake was carried in his hand.

The poisonous snake spat out the letter, his eyes were cold, and his cultivation had reached the foundation building period.

It didn't seem to intend to hurt the emaciated boy, languidly hunching around the other's neck, tilting its head to look at the king.

"Look, what am I talking about? If you want to play, you can play with him. ”

After Suzaku finished speaking, he shook his head and left, and the little boy wanted to chase after him, but was stopped by Wang Quanquan.

"What's your name, little one?"

"Shura."

The boy drooped his nose, his eyes clear and stupid.

"Yo he, the name is very hard, what's the surname?"

"The surname is Lu."

"Surname Lu, what is your relationship with Lu Yushan?"

"Lu Yushan is my father, but he won't let me call my father outside, let me call him brother."

As he spoke, the child touched the snake around his neck, and the latter closed his eyes as if enjoying himself.

Wang Quanquan's face was strange, with Lu Yushan's character, it was indeed not strange to raise this kind of son.

He squatted down and said in a gentle tone:

"I'm six hundred years older than you, and you can call me uncle, and uncle will tell you some experience. If you like someone, you have to please her, and you can't annoy her, which will only backfire. ”

The boy raised his head with a puzzled face, "Uncle, what are you talking about?" ”

"Don't you like Suzaku?"

"Who says I like her anymore? I just wanted to scare her. ”

"Huh?"

The boy wiped his snot, shook the red snake in his hand and said:

"I heard that Aunt Nie Bingxia was going to take her as an apprentice, and I was not happy, so I wanted to scare her."

"What does it matter to you that people take apprentices?"

"The relationship is big, I, Lu Shura, will take Aunt Nie as my wife in the future, even if I accept apprentices, I should be the first. Besides, who likes a yellow-haired girl? ”

…… (End of chapter)