When the stinking Nan Gonggong kept vomiting and escaped from Yanmen Town, he finally knew what the Demon King of the Mixed World was.

The young Hanshui Hou is simply a bully in his eyes!

No, it's the devil!

It's a demon from hell!

"Hurry, hurry back to the Imperial City! Starry Night! Our family wants to sue Your Majesty! Vomiting ......"

The carriage carried the smell of dung all the way, and fled back to the direction of the imperial city in embarrassment.

That night, Yun Que took out the flying sword that the pharmacist could observe.

"What is the essence of the medicine Dao people, not only so many high-grade magic weapons, but also magic weapons."

"Huh?"

Just as he was about to run the sword vein, Yun Que noticed that his sword qi had actually increased a little.

What's going on?

Before absorbing the sword qi of the flying sword, the sword qi of the main body has actually become stronger!

Could it be the sword fight in the Medicine Master's Temple?

Yun Que thought for a while, took out Han Jiao's medium-grade magic weapon, and sure enough, the rank had already fallen from the middle grade to the lower grade.

He had only used this sword once, cutting off the flying sword of the Chu family's master, but he didn't expect that he would inadvertently suck up most of the sword qi.

"It's not my fault."

The flying sword that fell out of the product gave Yun Que a wake-up call.

In the future, you must pay attention when using the sword and try to use the sword as well as possible, otherwise it is easy to have an embarrassing situation where the flying sword has not yet been shot, and the sword qi is absorbed by yourself first.

After practicing all night, when it was dawn, Yun Que only felt refreshed.

The whole person is sharp, and there is a pride that everything can be killed!

If you change to someone else, you must be ecstatic and arrogant, but Yun Que is not.

He knew that it was the feeling that the sword vein brought about after it was in motion, just like after sharpening the knife, the blade must be abnormally sharp.

However, the sharper the blade, the easier it is to crack!

Yun Que sat cross-legged, trying his best to restrain the sword qi around him, and he didn't recover until the third pole of the sun.

The whole person is the same as usual, and there is no edge.

Yun Que let out a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, the vision changed, and I came to the sea space.

The black-clad Void hangs in the air, and the robes hunt.

"There are countless sword users and sword cultivators in the world, and few people know what the first sword should be cultivated."

"Uncle Death taught me."

Yun Que gave up his hand to ask for advice, and he was the sword of the ancestor of the Yun family, so he naturally had to be respectful.

"Sheathed."

The voice of the empty death was ethereal, and he said: "The sheath is the place where the blade is raised, and the sheath is returned to the sheath for a better sword." ”

"Sheath...... What should I do? Yun Que was thoughtful.

The empty dead looked at the young man in front of him for a long time, and a faint ripple appeared in his eyes without any emotional fluctuations.

"You've done it."

Yun Que instantly realized that the move he had just made to restrain his sword qi was exactly the sheath in the mouth of the empty death!

"Then what should the second sword be repaired?"

"Wipe the blade."

"Sheathed, wiped?" Yun Que smacked the two words that were not tall, and said, "Wipe and sharpen the blade of the sword, is this also considered sword cultivation?" ”

"It's not just a sword cultivation, but it's also a first-class sword cultivation method in the world." The empty death tone is firm.

"You're not going to be bluffed, aren't you? No matter how you look at the sheath and wiping the blade, they are ordinary actions. Yun Que wondered.

"The inheritance of Qingyun Sword Immortal, how can it bluff people." The way of empty death is ominous.

"Qingyun Sword Immortal?" Yun Que had never heard of such a name, and said: "It's Qingyun and Sword Immortal again, this kind of ethereal and mysterious name sounds like a magic stick, who is it?" ”

"My lord, your ancestor." The figure of the dead disappeared into mid-air.

The sea space was transformed, and Yun Que woke up from the house.

His first thought was how could the cold dead uncle scold, and then he understood it again.

"It turned out to be the sword path of the ancestor of the Yun family, so it shouldn't be deceiving."

Yun Que only now knew that the name of the ancestor of the Yun clan was called Qingyun Sword Immortal.

He understands the sword immortal, but what the words Qingyun in front of him represent, then it is unknown.

Yun Que didn't want to ask about the empty death, anyway, he just knew that his ancestor was a coaxing sword immortal.

As for whether Qingyun is black or black, it doesn't matter.

It's easy to put it into the sheath, but what does it mean?

Literally, it is to wipe the blade of the sword and make the sword reach a sharper level.

What should I use to wipe the blade?

A vague thought crossed Yun Que's mind, and he couldn't think clearly for a while.

"Cauldron! Cauldron! ”

The little fat man Hu Congming ran into the Hou Mansion with a strange dress in his hand.

"Cauldron, look what this is! The close-fitting soft armor that my father made for me said to be the best magic weapon, invulnerable! ”

Hu Mingming said humbly: "But I'm too fat to wear it, give it to the cauldron to wear!" ”

The soft armor is extraordinary, as light as a feather, and you can feel a strong aura circulating in it.

At least to the extent of a medium-grade magic weapon!

"Give it to me?"

Yun Que took over the soft armor with a complicated mood, with Hu Tieshan's shrewdness, how could he make the magic weapon small.

It's a priceless defensive weapon, and it's not an ordinary caftan of the caftiss.

This magic weapon was obviously given to himself by Hu Mingming's hand.

"I heard that the cauldron is going to the imperial city, there are many bad people outside, and the cauldron is not afraid of bad people if he wears this soft armor!"

The little fat man snorted and said with a smile.

"Help the eldest brother take care of the Hou Mansion, you can eat whatever you want in the mansion."

"Okay! The cauldron is the best! I want to eat braised pork and pork trotters in sauce! Let's start with ten plates! ”

The little fat man danced happily, and Yun Que looked in the direction of his neighbor and thanked him silently in his heart.

At noon that day, the carriage of the Hou Mansion drove out of Yanmen Town and set off for the Sword Palace in the imperial city.

In the blacksmith's shop.

The man stopped the hammer in his hand, glanced at the carriage in the distance, and then continued to forge his sword.

Soon after, a black heavy sword was built.

Strangely, the sword had no blade, blunt as a hammer, and looked lifeless.

Hu Tieshan carried the bladeless black sword, came to a warehouse behind his yard, opened the heavy door, and countless black heavy swords were neatly stacked inside!

Tens of thousands!

"Brother Yun, the things you entrusted are almost complete......"

Putting the heavy sword in his hand away, Hu Tieshan muttered with complicated eyes.

……

After the carriage left the city, it went to the official road.

Accompanied by Han Jiao.

"The sword will be returned to you, I fell in rank during the fight yesterday, and I will accompany you in the future."

"If it weren't for Yunhou to come to the rescue, the consequences of our mother and daughter yesterday would be unimaginable, how could we let you lose your sword, besides, it's just a drop in grade, and there is still a chance to re-refin."

Han Jiao accepted the sword and said worriedly:

"Chu Heng's father and son have done a lot of evil, and they deserve it, but their master family is not easy to mess with, not only is it one of the top wealthy families in Yan Kingdom, but the ancestor of the Chu family is also the elder of the Western Elder of the Sword Palace, and when you go to the Sword Palace, Yunhou must be careful of the revenge of the Chu family."

Yun Nian nodded, signaling that he knew what he knew.

"Yun Hou knows what is the most in the Sword Palace." Han Jiao diverted the topic and sold it with a smile.

"The most swords?" Yun Que said casually.

"It's not a sword, it's Tianjiao!"

Han Jiao's eyes were filled with yearning, and she said: "The four courtyards of the Sword Palace, each courtyard has dazzling geniuses, they are called Jianzi, they are the real dragon and phoenix among people!" ”

The disciples of the Sword Palace are divided into three classes, from the lowest to the highest, they are the sword servant, the sword disciple, and the sword son.

Sword servants, the beginners of the Sword Palace, refer to some low-level people who do not have spiritual roots, and they can pass the assessment of the Sword Floor, and there are many of them.

The sword disciple, the official disciple of the Sword Palace, needs to have a spiritual root, and it is the basic force that makes up the four courtyards of the Sword Palace.

Jianzi refers to the genius disciples of the various academies of the Sword Palace, these people are extraordinarily talented, like dazzling stars twinkling, and they will be cultivated by each academy.

Listening to Han Jiao's introduction, Yun Que said thoughtfully:

"The Tianjiao in the Sword Palace must be very good at wiping flying swords."

"Uh...... I guess so. Han Jiao didn't know why.

"That's good."

Yun Que leaned comfortably in the carriage, his slightly narrowed eyes like a tiger sleeping.

At this moment, Han Jiao suddenly had an illusion.

The lazy Hou Ye on the opposite side is like a rusty blade, waiting to consume a piece of whetstone to reappear the edge.

Why wipe the edge?

The weak use the grinding stone, and the strong take the pride!

Yun Que finally figured out the key to wiping the blade of the second sword and found something to wipe the blade.

The world is arrogant, wipe my blade!