Master Nie's arm seemed to be casually holding the spear in his hand, and his casual appearance didn't seem to be a little aggressive, but Liu Ling knew that this was just an appearance, as long as his answer was the slightest mistake, the other party could kill him in an instant.

Liu Ling smiled and replied according to the real situation: "My name is Liu Ling, I am just a casual cultivator, and I have not joined the sect yet. ”

Hearing Liu Ling's words, Master Nie breathed a sigh of relief and said to himself: "Also, the disciple of that sect is extremely expensive, and it is impossible for him to come to Fanchen as a bait specifically for me. ”

As soon as his spirit relaxed, Master Nie's breath leaked a little, bringing Liu Ling a lot of oppression, barely holding on to this pressure, Liu Ling had a preliminary understanding of Master Nie's strength, this guy is definitely a veteran in the three stars, if he cultivates the secret method, he should be able to compete with the top level of the three stars, fortunately he didn't lie just now, otherwise he would definitely be dead, and he unconsciously walked between life and death, and now he is afraid for a while when he thinks about it.

Master Nie sat down in an open space in the weapon pile, waved his hand to Liu Ling and said: "Choose what you want to choose among the weapons here, but five thousand yuan at a time, you are lucky to choose the good one, and you deserve the one you choose, hahahaha." ”

Liu Ling looked at Master Nie speechlessly, no wonder Ai Qing said that this guy has a strange temper, forget it, let's see if there is a sword that suits his heart.

Looking for sword weapons in the weapon pile, Liu Ling found that some of the weapons here were damaged ancient weapons, and the level of ancient weapons was obviously differentiated, either inferior products that were too old to be used, or famous weapons that could be passed down to the world, such as the Chinese holy sword Xuanyuan and the Japanese demon sword Muramasa are two of the strongest ancient weapons.

"It would be nice if I could find a good sword ancient weapon." Turning over a bunch of weapons again, Liu Ling threw away the broken ancient sword hilt in his hand in disappointment.

Master Nie on the side looked at Liu Ling boredly, and quipped: "Liu Ling, I have more than 70,000 weapons here, and there are countless broken and broken weapons, and it will take at least a month for you to go through them all." ”

"So much!" Liu Ling helplessly watched as the weapon he had just found was mixed with the one he hadn't found, it was already past two o'clock at this time, and he had wasted so much cultivation time, Liu Ling was distressed.

It seemed that he couldn't use the usual method, Liu Ling sat down cross-legged on the spot, running the Galaxy Sword Technique to nourish his slightly tired spirit.

"Huh." When the galaxy source power was being operated, a close consciousness came from a distance in the room, Liu Ling hesitated for a moment, and got up to feel this consciousness.

Seeing Liu Ling get up, this consciousness hurriedly urged Liu Ling to walk over to him, and Liu Ling, who was desperate, walked over with the attitude of trying it out.

Turning over the knife mountain, crossing the sword road, Liu Ling walked to the end of the room, there was not a complete weapon here, there were only countless mutilated ancient swords, and when he walked to this pile of ancient swords, the sense of urging of consciousness became stronger and stronger.

Learning Master Nie's method, he found a stick to remove the ancient remnant sword that stood in the way, and when the sense of calling reached the extreme, a sword with a sheath appeared in Liu Ling's field of vision.

Without hesitation, he walked to the front of this ancient sword, Liu Ling held the hilt of the sword with his right hand, pulled the sword out of the sheath, and the cold air came to his face when the sword came out of the sheath.

The temperature in the room dropped sharply, and patches of hoarfrost were formed on the ground, Master Nie shivered excitedly, looked up at the origin of the low temperature, and said to himself: "Impossible, this sword has been sealed in the dust for decades, and no one can make it recognize its master, why do you suddenly recognize this child as the master now?" Weird, weird. ”

Liu Ling has a large number of ancient swords in his hands, the sword is about 140cm long, the sword body is not the white silver color of steel, but the cold light blue, and the thin blade has obvious opening characteristics, this is definitely an ancient famous sword!

Bending down again to pick up the scabbard, Liu Ling found that the bottom of the scabbard was engraved with two ancient characters, and because of the previous life, Liu Ling recognized the pronunciation of the ancient characters.

"Bingqing, Bing is as clear as water, yes, the name is very good, the sword is even worse, it is decided that it is you." Liu Ling put the sword into the sheath and was very satisfied with the harvest.

Walking up to Master Nie with the sword, Liu Ling handed Master Nie five thousand yuan with a smile and said, "Master, this is the money that was promised, so I'll choose this Bingqing." ”

Master Nie, who took the money, felt a pain in his heart, this sword was auctioned by him from an auction with half his life's savings, and he originally wanted to use it himself, but he didn't expect the sword to recognize the owner at all, and the reluctant use was far from being powerful, so he could only put it on hold for the time being, but he didn't expect to be exploited by Liu Ling.

However, Master Nie has no intention of repenting, there are some things that cannot be forced, rather than letting the sword be dusty in the warehouse, it is better to be a favor, take out his Samsung mobile phone, Master Nie said to Liu Ling: "Boy, come and add a WeChat and then go." ”

After exchanging WeChat, Liu Ling found a violin case from Master Nie to load the sword, and the hilt of the sword was slightly exposed, so that he could draw the sword at any time.

Leaving Master Nie's place, Liu Ling couldn't wait to try the power of the sword, and took a taxi to the riverside bridge in the outer ring.

The space in the bridge cave is open, there are no traces of wet water on the ground, which is suitable for sword practice, and the Bingqing ancient sword with a sheath is taken out from the violin box, Liu Ling's original calm temperament is replaced by another sharp posture, which is a master demeanor that can only be cultivated after many years of sword practice.

Skillfully holding the hilt of the sword, Liu Ling drew the sword in the most comfortable position, the light blue sword body exuded a faint cold air in the air, but there was no frost vision when it was just pulled out.

Summoning the sword god system, Liu Ling clicked on the seven sword styles of the Avalanche Sword Style, the Rushing Sword Style, the Yanyun Sword Style, the Picking Sword Style, the Flame Sword Style, the Flowing Water Sword Style, and the Throwing Sword Style in the swordsmanship acquisition options, and suddenly the images of the sword training figures appeared in Liu Ling's mind.

Liu Ling carefully savored the seven sword styles, and planned to practice the simplest mountain collapse sword style first, practicing the sword is not a difficult start, and gradually starting from simple to difficult is the king.

Holding the Bingqing Sword high, Liu Ling began to imitate the image of sword training in his mind, imagining that he was going to use the sword to collapse the mountain, and the sword in his hand quickly fell, forming a light blue sword shadow in front of him.

"No, the sword just now was too light, and it didn't give full play to the meaning of the collapse of the mountain, the collapse of the mountain and the collapse of the mountain, and the heavy sword is needed to collapse the mountain with absolute violence." With his profound eyesight to analyze the cultivation problems of the Avalanche Mountain Sword Style, Liu Ling began to practice hard.

"No, this sword pursues too much power, but its speed is inferior, and it is easy to be targeted."

"No, this sword should mobilize the power of the galaxy in this way."

"You can't deliberately imitate images, you have to know how to be flexible and take yourself as a benchmark."

In Liu Ling's incessant slashing of the ice clear, the sun has turned into a lazy sunset, and Liu Ling, who was covered in sweat, once again repeated the monotonous mountain collapse sword pose, raising the sword, sinking the dantian, and consuming more than half of the galaxy source power surging on the arm to improve the arm strength.

"Collapse... Mountain! Liu Ling shouted the name of the sword style in his heart, and the heavy fall of the ice in his hand swept through a dazzling pale blue light, and the air in front of Liu Ling was slightly distorted.

"Whew, whew, whew, it's finally done", Liu Ling sat on the ground without an image, this afternoon of non-stop training was really tiring, his physical strength and the power of the galaxy were exhausted, but the harvest was not small, Liu Ling called up the panel

Sword God System

Name: Liu Ling

Age: 14

Power: 1.91

Speed: 1.7

Constitution: 2.6

Endurance: 1.9

Potential points: 0

Max Kill Possibility: 3

Cultivation template: Energy pool

Exercises obtained

Swordsmanship obtained

Simulation training

Cultivation Method: Galaxy Sword Technique Level 1 (0.18%)

Cultivating swordsmanship: Avalanche Sword Pose (7.5%), Rushing Sword Pose (not mastered), Smoke Cloud Sword Pose (not mastered), Picking Sword Pose (not mastered), Flame Sword Pose (not mastered), Flowing Water Sword Pose (not mastered), Throwing Hand Sword Pose (not mastered)

Esoteric Method: None

"Sure enough, cultivating the sword style has a certain promotion of the exercises and physical attributes, and now I am afraid that I will be able to kill my previous self in seconds, even Li Cheng who casts the secret technique is not an opponent, but I don't have much chance of winning against Li Mi." Liu Ling recalled Li Mi's ease when he repelled him, his eyes were full of fighting intent, and he would have to find this field sooner or later.

After packing up his things, Liu Ling took a car and drove in the direction of his home, and the dim sunset shone into his eyes, covering the edge of the sword.

(To be continued)