The light rain is delicate and the wind is slender, and the willows are green and smoky.

Heaven and earth seem to be plain, there are a lot of sword qi that is difficult to capture and difficult to explain, and the sword qi and spring rain are intertwined, so that the second prince Zhao Pei only feels a chill all over his body.

For this old sword saint who came out of the sword pond lake, Zhao Pei was naturally in awe, after all, this old sword saint was one of the few land immortals in the world, and he was a real top powerhouse.

Such a strong man, he Zhao Pei wants to use the identity of the imperial power to suppress the other party, it is obviously a joke, even if the son of the Zhao family is here, this old sword saint can still not shake his face.

And this old sword saint suddenly came with a sentence of "Purple Qi Golden Lotus is good", which almost made the second prince feel cold all over his body.

As the Heavenly Master's Mansion, it is a purple golden lotus that has been cultivated for two hundred years with secret techniques, which is naturally precious and strange.

The old sword saint said a good word, but it seemed that he wanted to take the purple qi golden lotus away.

The second prince, Zhao Pei, was reluctant to give away the purple qi golden lotus.

Just when he was not leaving, and he was not leaving, Li Qingchuan of the Heavenly Master's Mansion beside him took a step forward with a solemn face and said: "Sword Saint senior, the Purple Qi Golden Lotus is the treasure of my Heavenly Master's Mansion, and only the Great Zhao Imperial Family can hold it......"

However, he had not finished his words.

The old sword body glanced at it at a glance, and the terrifying pressure instantly descended on this new Nine Realm Daoist of the Heavenly Master's Mansion.

Li Qingchuan's complexion instantly turned purple and black, which was oppressed by the sword intent that filled the heavens and the earth, as if death would come to his body at any time.

Burst!

A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

This True Person of the Nine Realms of the Heavenly Master's Mansion flew upside down in an instant, as if he had been kicked by someone, and the whole person bowed down with his legs off the ground, as if a cannonball was shot upside down for nearly 100 meters, and it was difficult for him to stick to the ground with his feet and stabilize his body.

"The Purple Qi Golden Lotus is not something that only the Great Zhao Imperial Family can hold, but your Heavenly Master's Mansion only gives it to the Imperial Family, and you want to exchange it for the name of the state religion and gather the Great Zhao Qi Number, but unfortunately, the Great Zhao Heavenly Son does not eat this set."

"Therefore, treasures like this have always been the residence of those who are destined."

The old sword saint said lightly.

"The old man has lived for so many years, this truth will not be able to see through, and you still need to speak in front of the old man?"

Li Qingchuan, the real person of the Heavenly Master's Mansion, felt a huge gap in his heart.

This old sword saint of the Sword Pool Palace is really outrageously strong, he is a newcomer to the Nine Realms, but he was shocked by the other party's look and internal injuries.

"Don't worry, the old man is a lot old, and he won't snatch your young golden lotus, but treasures like the purple qi golden lotus carry luck, which is not something ordinary people can bear...... As the old man said, if you are destined to live in it, you can do it yourself. ”

The old sword holy intent pointed out.

He spoke softly to An Le, but to the words of others, it seemed ethereal and profound.

After King Jiangling hugged his fists and made an apology, he was silent, pulled the second prince and walked towards the outside of Jianchi Palace.

The second prince, Zhao Pei, also recovered at this moment, and his body, which seemed to be frozen by fear, finally regained the strength to move.

But he did not and did not dare to say anything more.

He knew that if he wanted to get the favor of this old sword saint, the identity of the second prince of Da Zhao was absolutely impossible, and the most effective and direct way was to ring the sword bell.

As long as he can ring thirty-six rings like peace, this old sword master will definitely be kind to him.

However, even if the second prince had the purple qi golden lotus in his body, he was not at all sure.

The sword bell rang thirty-six times...... It's simply beyond the reach of human beings.

The second prince still hasn't figured it out, why can An Le ring thirty-six sounds? broke the record of the Sword Pond Palace, and even let the Sword Saint appear to congratulate him.

Silently dragged away from the Sword Pool Palace by King Jiangling, Li Qingchuan, who coughed up blood after being glared at by the old sword saint, did not dare to stay for a long time, and hurriedly followed.

The three of them were dull all the way out of the Sword Pond Palace.

Ben came with great ambition, but in the end he left in disgrace.

Walking out of the mountain gate of Jianchi Palace, standing in front of the jade tablet archway, King Jiangling let go of the hand that pulled the second prince Zhao Pei.

The second prince, Zhao Pei, had a gloomy and ugly face.

As the second prince of the Zhao family's royal family, he has never suffered such a loss.

Ascending to the Heavenly Master's Mansion, the old Heavenly Master in the Heavenly Master's Mansion was still polite and polite to him, and even passed on the purple qi golden lotus to him.

But in this Sword Pond Palace, he was very disgusted.

On the other hand, Na Anle was able to get the attention of all the people and become a fragrant bun in the eyes of many kendo practitioners of the Sword Pond Palace.

"I don't like Kenchi Palace."

The second prince, Zhao Pei, said coldly.

King Jiangling slowly retracted his gaze, holding an oil-paper umbrella, like an elegant scholar, and chuckled: "Coincidentally, in the Lin'an Mansion, the Son of Heaven who sits on the throne doesn't like Jianchi Palace. ”

"Let's look at this Jinguan City, it has already been integrated with the Jianchi Palace, but this city is the city of the Zhao family, and the power of the Zhao family is here, and there is no control at all."

"Your Majesty naturally doesn't want to see this, so he doesn't like Jianchi Palace very much."

King Jiangling said elegantly.

The three of them bathed in the spring rain, left the range of the Sword Pond Palace, and walked on the bluestone streets.

"I've changed my mind."

"I don't want to capture An Le anymore, I want to kill him as quickly as I can."

The second prince, Zhao Pei, took a deep breath and said solemnly.

"This son...... The growth rate is too fast, today, his own cultivation is even broken, all of them are stepping into the double five realms, that invincible momentum, once this son enters the six realms, there is such an invincible potential to assist in breaking the realm, it will be like a bamboo, even faster and more fierce than the former legendary champion Li Youan! ”

In addition, An Le's thirty-six rings of the bell today are too unbelievable, and the second prince Zhao Pei is very jealous.

"The news that this son rang the sword bell thirty-six times in front of Jianchi Lake will come out, and the whole world will know that there is a reincarnated sword immortal with a clear sword heart in Jianchi Palace."

"Such a sword-hearted sword immortal seed is bound to be coveted by the world's powerhouses, and the hell mansion that is regarded as the state religion by the pair of demonic fathers and sons in the Xiliang Kingdom, those people must yearn for the corpse of such a sword-hearted sword immortal seed."

"I heard that the holy monk of Lianhua Temple also has a grudge with this son, and the news came out, and the holy monk who crossed the sea will definitely not sit back and watch him grow up......"

"Wait...... The majesty of his invincible power is actually a great opportunity, if I can kill him personally, I can inherit at least half of that invincible momentum! ”

As if thinking of something, the eyes of the second prince Zhao Pei revealed a brilliant essence!

The heart was beating uncontrollably, and the blood all over the body could not hide the heat.

"Yes, I must kill him myself!"

King Jiangling held an umbrella, the rain on the edge of the umbrella, gathered into an intertwined rain curtain, under the umbrella, he was elegant and smiling, looking at the second prince who was gradually surging in his heart, and his smile became more and more intense.

"An Le has been in the Sword Pond Palace, there is no way to kill him."

King Gangneung said.

A smile hung on the corner of the second prince's lips, and he was extremely looking forward to killing An Le, inheriting that invincible momentum, and then stepping into the Six Realms with the most perfect attitude, his cultivation path will be smooth, and the barriers of the Nine Realms in the future can be easily broken through and become a person who stands at the pinnacle of cultivation.

After stretching his waist and making up his mind to kill Anle, the depression he encountered in front of Jianchi Lake today was suddenly swept away.

"He can't hide in the Sword Pond Palace for the rest of his life......"

"My old imperial uncle is going north."

"The door of the Sword Pond Palace, he will have to step out sooner or later."

……

……

In front of Lake Kenike.

With the departure of the second prince Zhao Pei and King Gangneung.

The old sword saint retracted his indifferent gaze, he was not interested in this second prince, the old sword saint, and for the king of Jiangling, the old sword saint was even more disgusted from the bottom of his heart.

King Gangneung just stood there elegantly, exuding an aura of disgust that made him frown.

"Makusha, don't let King Jiangling set foot in Jianchi Palace half a step in the future."

The old sword saint said lightly.

When Su Musha heard this, she immediately nodded, she knew that the old sword saint didn't look down on this hereditary Jiangling King at all, and Su Musha also knew that this Jiangling King had always been eyeing the Jianchi Palace.

Anyway, sooner or later, he will have to turn his face, so it is inevitable that he will not be allowed to enter the Sword Pool Palace.

After the old sword saint gave An Le two wisps of sword qi, his gaze shifted and fell on Zhao Huangting's body.

"This time you go north, you will definitely go and never return, but you have no regrets?"

The old sword saint looked at Zhao Huangting, this boy who used to be stingy, but now he has unknowingly faced a big limit, and even ignited nirvana.

"The deadline is approaching, go north, look at the mountains and rivers of the homeland, and appreciate the fireworks in the world, which is very good, and I have no regrets."

"As for the battle with Emperor Yuanmeng, it is to ask for a refreshing profit."

Zhao Huangting smiled freely: "This time I came to Jianchi Lake for the last time, except for seeing the curtain shading, it is the fifth time to come to open the front for Qingshan." ”

"However, this time it is not me who will strike, but An Le."

When the old sword saint heard this, his eyes fell on the green mountain.

The Qingshan Sword Weapon automatically floated up, levitating in front of the old Sword Saint.

The old sword saint's wrinkled hand lightly touched on Qingshan: "Why have you been stubborn and want to open the door for Qingshan?" ”

"Maybe this bamboo sword doesn't need to be opened?"

The sword fingers were pressed together, rubbing the sword body of Qingshan, and the eyes of the old sword saint gradually narrowed, and there seemed to be a flash of essence in the bottom of his eyes.

"No, Qingshan must open the front, and the green mountains after the opening can clear the fog and see the real Qingshan!"

Zhao Huangting's eyes revealed a touch of fanaticism that rarely appeared.

"Those who once gave me Qingshan, but failed to open the front for Qingshan, it was my turn Zhao Huangting, and I Zhao Huangting can't do it, so I'll be happy, and I'll be happy...... In the future, he will also find someone suitable for holding the sword and Qingshan, and pass it on and pass it on! ”

"Aoyama is still there."

The sound was quite sonorous and lingered all around.

Su Mu's eyes were complicated, and a touch of appreciation and sigh appeared on the old swordsmith's face.

The old sword saint's complexion gradually returned to normal, and he couldn't see his demeanor.

Suddenly, he raised his hand, and his hand, which was full of markings, was on Zhao Huangting's chest.

A wisp of majestic sword qi poured into Zhao Huangting's body.

The flame of nirvana seemed to be flattened in an instant.

"That old man, I'm looking forward to your coolness."

The old sword master said softly.

Zhao Huangting's complexion regained a little ruddy, and his spirit seemed to be returned to his body, and the fire of Nirvana, which was originally suppressed with the heart sword, was suppressed by a wisp of sword qi.

made Zhao Huangting's pain much less.

"The fire of Nirvana is one of the three calamities of the Ten Realms, and the Heart Sword can suppress it for you, but the old man can only use the sword qi to add icing on the cake."

"However, this sword qi can help you enter the capital of Yuanmeng, otherwise, you will go north with great pride, and as a result, you will not even be able to enter the gate of the capital, but you will become the first laughing stock in the world."

"The man of my apprentice Su Musha, please become a laughing stock."

The old sword saint said lightly.

Zhao Huangting smiled, clasped his fists, and thanked the old sword saint.

The old sword saint handed Qingshan back to An Le, and a kind smile appeared on his face: "Little guy, you also want to open the front for Qingshan?" ”

An Le took Qingshan, put it on his waist, did not hesitate, nodded and responded: "Yes, senior." ”

He knew that it was the wish of the old man of Taimiao to open the front for Qingshan, and in the few days left to ignite the fire of Nirvana, An Le was willing to work hard for this wish of the old man.

The old sword saint smiled lightly, his toes hit the ground, and countless sword qi began to roar up from behind him.

His figure floated above the center of the Sword Pond Lake.

Mai hunts, white hair and white beard flying.

"If you want to forge a sword for Aoyama, you need to forge at least one sword with your own hands."

"You ring the bell thirty-six times, and the Sword Chi Palace will cast a sword for you according to the rules, Wang Yansheng, and you will assist this little guy in casting the sword and opening the front."

"If Qingshan can open the edge, it will also be of great benefit to you."

The words fell, and the water of the Sword Pond Lake on both sides rolled huge waves, and the figure of the old sword saint fell into the lake again, and the lake returned to calm, and the waves were unbearable, as if everything was just a flower in the mirror, the moon in the water.

The old swordsmith with silver hair bowed slightly to the old swordsmith who had disappeared on the Sword Pond Lake, and then looked at An Le: "Next, you cast the sword with me." ”

"When the sword is completed, you have the confidence and ability to open the front for Qingshan."

When An Le heard this, his face was solemn and he didn't say much.

Even if he was in a hurry to open the door for Qingshan, but this kind of thing was not in a hurry.

But if the Taimiao Old Man is approaching, he fails to complete the Qingshan Kaifeng, I am afraid that it will become an eternal regret in Anle's heart.

"Intercept Liu, you first take An Le to recuperate for three days, let him stabilize the realm he just broke through, adjust his qi and blood, mind, etc., and bring him to my sword casting workshop tomorrow." The old swordsmith said with his hands behind his back, and when the words fell, he instantly broke through the air and left.

Wan Jieliu respectfully watched him leave.

……

……

The news that a young man in white rang the sword bell thirty-six times quickly spread, not even just Jianchi Palace, the news even spread from Jianchi Palace to Jinguan City, and then from Jinguan City, all the way to the whole world.

The name of the Sword Pool Palace is naturally resounding all over the world, not to mention the name of the sword, just the unborn old sword saint of the Sword Pool Palace alone is enough to make all the forces in the world right.

This is a force comparable to the Daomen True Martial Arts Temple, the Heavenly Master's Mansion, and the three temples of Buddhism.

The name of the sword bell of the Sword Pond Palace is also famous, and since ancient times, there have been many rangers who have been destined for the sword and rushed to the Sword Pond Palace to try to ring the sword bell.

If you can knock nine times, you can get the Sword Pool Palace to cast a sword for it.

If you can get eighteen rings, you can be famous all over the world!

Now, there is news that a young sword immortal rings the bell thirty-six, provoking the old sword saint of the Sword Pool Palace to be born and congratulate!

When the name of the young sword immortal spread, it was like water dripping into an oil pot, boiling incomparably.

Because, the young sword immortal's name is Anle, and he is the champion of the current Spring Dynasty of the Great Zhao Dynasty, but he broke the plan of the Zhao family in front of Tianxuan Palace and was deprived of the position of champion.

But its name has spread all over the world, and today it rings the bell thirty-six times in the Jianchi Palace.

The name of peace and happiness is like thunder everywhere, and all kinds of deeds have been revealed.

The young man once provoked the martial arts of the past dynasties to deduce the martial arts scriptures on the Wu Kui stone.

The young man was slandered for fraud and extradited Haoran in front of the Qin Prime Minister's mansion.

The boy was at the end of the small holy list, won all the way, gathered invincible momentum, and turned the white python into a dragon!

One deed after another, stacked up, is a legend in the world.

It's really that no one in the world knows you!

……

……

The mountains outside Jinguan City are picturesque, and the spring rain is full of red flowers.

Wan Jieliu took An Le to find a spacious second courtyard in Persimmon Lane, Jinguancheng Street.

Jinguan City in spring is always drizzling, and the whole city is shrouded in the fragrance of flowers.

Zhao Huangting and Su Musha went to the mountains and rivers around Jinguan City to enjoy the few worlds of the two.

Compared with the small courtyard in Taimiao Lane of Lin'an Mansion, this second courtyard in Jinguan City is really much more spacious, and the land in Jinguan City is relatively much cheaper than the prosperous Lin'an.

The small courtyard in Persimmon Lane is naturally named after many persimmon trees.

There is also a persimmon tree in the small courtyard of Anle, now the spring is full of joy, bathed in the spring rain, since the time to absorb nutrients, naturally has not produced persimmons.

The house was very simple, and after Wan Jieliu brought him here, he simply settled it and left.

This persimmon courtyard can be regarded as a temporary home in Jinguan City.

From Lin'an to Jinguan, the mountains and rivers turn around, and the drifting converts.

But for An Le, the atmosphere in Jinguan City is much more comfortable than Lin'an Mansion, although Jinguan City is not as prosperous as Lin'an Mansion, but there should be no shortage of things, and even under the control of Jianchi Palace, the rhythm of the whole city is quite slow, and everyone practices swords and swords, which is very comfortable.

Although the old swordsmith gave him three days to adjust the realm he had just broken through, An Le did not completely plunge into the cultivation, and when he felt the ancient charm of this docile ancient city, he would adjust his mood to calm the restless qi, blood and spirit.

Because it is a realm that he has stepped on with the help of the sword bell and Zhong Bo, his qi and blood and mind are all fluctuating.

The innate aura flowing out of the inner pill also needs to be nourished, so that the innate aura will give birth to two wisps from one wisp, and then increase to three wisps and four wisps, and the number will increase more and more, and it will converge into a sea, which is the sixth realm of forging the body, the sea of contemplation qi.

It's easy to say, but it's hard to do, and the cultivation of innate aura is a very time-consuming and effort-consuming thing.

The faint morning light is sprinkled, accompanied by the spring rain like oil.

An Le woke up from his visualization, so he forged his body in the courtyard, practiced the ancient demon five birds, and obtained the demon qi of the demon source treasure jade on his waist to temper his body and stabilize his qi and blood.

The cultivation and increase of innate aura is born through the accumulation of qi and blood in the inner pill, so the refining of qi and blood is still essential.

Because he missed the old locust tree in the courtyard of Taimiao Lane, An Le habitually inserted the Qingshan ink pool into the trunk of the persimmon tree.

However, the persimmon tree is more slender than the old locust tree, and An Le does not dare to insert it too deeply.

As for the golden-backed knife of Dingfeng Bo, An Le dared to insert it and chose to hang it on the branches of the persimmon tree.

After the qi and blood refining was completed, An Le got used to changing into clean clothes, wearing swords and knives, holding up an oil-paper umbrella, and strolling through the long street of Jinguan City.

After eating the food in the street stalls, An Le went straight to the Sword Pond Palace.

Today's An Le is extremely famous in the Sword Pond Palace, and even has many admirers, such as Lu Shisan.

As soon as he learned that An Le had entered the Sword Pond Palace, Lu Shisan rushed over to lead the way for An Le.

An Le was also happy to have a Xiang Dao, and the two walked in the Sword Pond Palace, and along the way, An Le asked Lu Shisan a lot of knowledge about sword casting.

Every disciple of the Sword Pool Palace, every one of them will come into contact with sword casting, and Lu Shisan has no reservations about this, and he will tell all his sword casting experience.

An Le listened carefully, and by the way, he absorbed five wisps of years of qi from him, and carefully observed each wisp of time qi.

Sword forging has an extraordinary significance for every disciple of Sword Pool Palace.

Their first sword must have been forged by their own hands, so there are really a lot of pictures of the years when the sword was cast.

Of Lu Shisan's five wisps of old qi, three of them are related to sword casting.

Under the leadership of Lu Shisan, An Le personally met with those disciples of Jianchi Palace who were quite talented in sword casting, and by the way, he took advantage of the qi of the years.

With the breakthrough of Anle cultivation, the number of years of qi absorbed by each person is still five, but the number has increased to six.

In other words, Anle can absorb thirty wisps of years in one day!

For three consecutive days, An Le absorbed ninety wisps of the qi of the years, and through the pictures of the years, he watched the process and experience of many disciples of the Sword Pool Palace forging swords.

These years are all blessed in equal parts on the [Ancient Wizard] and the [Tongshen Sword Body].

[Wizard of the Ages] improves the talent of cultivation, and the sword forging ...... It is also a talent that requires understanding, so An Le did not completely bless the qi of the years on the sword body, but balanced the blessing.

In the blessings of the years and the daily practice of calmness.

On the third day, when the morning sun is shining on the world.

Ten thousand willow swords came, appeared outside Anle's small courtyard, and knocked on the closed door.

The door is wide open.

In the courtyard, An Le had just completed the tempering of the ancient demon five birds, and his blood was steaming, and the heat wave was rolling.

"Gongzi An, Elder Wang asked me to invite you to the Sword Casting Workshop."

Wan Jieliu said respectfully.

An Le changed into a clean green shirt worn by Jianchi Lake, and his spirit and spirit were all climbing from the peak, like a flower blooming in the morning sun, with vigorous vitality, strolling along the long street with Wan Jieliu, and went straight to Jianhu Palace.

Entering the Sword Lake Palace, walking along the bluestone road, accompanied by the sound of clanging and hammering swords on both sides of the ears, An Le's eyes gradually revealed a touch of expectation and surprise.

Observing the pictures of the sword-casting years of the disciples of the Sword Pool Palace these days, An Le already has a lot of understanding of sword-casting.

However, you haven't gotten your hands on it yet.

"Here we are."

In the sword casting workshop, Wang Yansheng, an old swordsmith with silver hair, was holding a jar of hot tea and waiting quietly.

Peace and happiness are handed over.

"Intercept the willow, there is a piece of Yuan Ling fine iron embryo that has been calcined for three days and three nights in the sword casting furnace, you go and teach An Le how to swing the hammer, and let him knock the iron embryo into deformation first."

The old swordsmith sat on his chair and said lightly.

Wan Juliu nodded.

Take peace and set foot in the sword forge with the heat wave.

The earth immortal fire in the sword-forging furnace was roaring, the roaring flames, bursting out scattered sparks, and the scorching temperature, just for a moment, it was enough to make people sweat profusely.

An Le's eyes stared at the red, irregular iron embryo in the sword-forging furnace.

Grabbed the extremely heavy hammer handed by Wan Jieliu.

The heart couldn't help but fluctuate, the qi and blood in the body began to surge and roll, and he closed his eyes slightly, and the pictures of the years when he frequently watched the disciples of the Sword Pool Palace forging swords in the past three days all came to mind.

It is like the waves on the long river of time, suddenly bursting with the explosion of the earth fairy fire sparks.

An Le opened his eyes suddenly.

The mud pill palace in the center of the eyebrows suddenly cracked, the sword furnace was sonorous, and the primordial spirit sat upright, and the glow behind him was a little light!

Wan Jieliu on the side was carrying a hammer and was about to open his mouth to give An Le guidance and introduction.

But his eyes shrank slightly.

Suddenly, he found that the momentum on An Le's body changed suddenly, like a disciple of the Sword Pool Palace who had been striking iron all year round, and he was extremely skillful in picking up a thousand catties of sledgehammers.

The green shirt and clothes suddenly straightened, countless qi and blood churned, and the majestic strength surged out from the flesh of the five realms, as if there was a fierce hammer smashing the mountains, and there was a Yuan Shen Sword Furnace coming out!

The waist is twisted, and the feet are as solid as ancient pine rocks.

The giant hammer slashed high across the arc, and then, with a whimper that crushed the air, it smashed down!

"W-"

A loud explosion that was even sharper and piercing than the ringing of the sword bell was vented in the swordsmithing workshop!

A raging fire suddenly rises!

Mars bloom like fireworks in the night sky!

The red-hot Yuan Ling Essence Iron Embryo in the Sword Casting Furnace instantly became like a soft cake, dented, and was hammered out of shape!

The sound of percussion, accompanied by the heat wave, caused a sudden strong wind to rise in the swordsmithing workshop.

Sitting on the chair, Wang Yansheng, an old swordsmith with silver hair, took a sip of hot tea in the large porcelain jar......

But I forgot to swallow it.

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