A broken bone.

A corner of clothing.

A piece of black paper.

On the huge seventh floor, these three things are placed, placed on a high platform in the center, like a sacrifice.

Wang Cheng stepped forward, and with his rich clinical experience, he saw that this broken bone belonged to a fibula on the outside of the calf.

But looking at the material, where is this a piece of human bone, it is clearly a piece of jade, shiny.

"This bone is said to have been left by a martial saint, and it has been studied by specialists and has survived for thousands of years!"

It was Pan Meng who spoke, and she also came up.

Wang Cheng was shocked in his heart, not surprised by how Pan Meng knew, but surprised that such a strong person really existed in the world.

He had heard the teacher talk about the Martial Saint, that kind of existence was only in legends, whether it really existed, even the teacher and other strong people had never seen it.

Looking at this thousand-year-old immortal broken bone, he said abruptly: "Martial Saint...... What kind of existence is that? ”

"Very strong! It is said that it is beyond the reach of people to be able to move mountains and reclaim the sea! Pan Meng said.

Wang Cheng nodded secretly, moving mountains and reclaiming the sea, this is only in myths and legends, such characters can be regarded as immortals.

His eyes moved to the corner of his coat on the high platform, and there was blood on the corner of his clothes, and the blood stains had dried up, but they looked as if they had just been dyed.

Pan Meng followed his gaze and said: "It is said that this is a piece of clothing left by the strong man of the Martial God, and the blood sticking to it may be his own shedding, or it may be his opponent." Although the divinity has been lost, it still exists even after thousands of years. ”

"A drop of blood ...... thousands of years ago"

Even though Wang Cheng lives in the era of the information explosion, he has read several online novels, but in the final analysis, they are fictional, which is as shocking as the drop of blood in front of him.

"When you reach that realm, it is no longer a problem to reunite your severed limbs and be reborn with blood." Pan Meng said.

If the existence of the martial saint is only a close immortal, and the existence of the martial god is no different from that of the immortal, with severed limbs and blood reborn, isn't this an immortal?

Wang Cheng has been in this world for almost two years, but every night, his thoughts return to his hometown, to the modern society with rapid information development.

Becoming an immortal is his only hope of going back!

He looked at the three things on the high platform and couldn't help but say to himself: "Is there really an immortal in this world?" ”

"No!"

Pan Meng pouted at the piece of black paper and said, "That thing is said to have been handed down from the fairy world. ”

Wang Cheng looked at the black paper, it was a piece of paper, how could he conclude that it was a thing from the fairy world?

As if to see through what he was thinking, Pan Meng said: "Everything in the world has traces to follow, and living in the countryside for a few days will be contaminated with some earthy smell and fireworks." This thing is not stained with earthly breath, water and fire are not invaded, and the sword is difficult to break, unlike mortal things. ”

Wang Cheng stretched out his hand to touch it and try it, but when he reached mid-air, he suddenly stopped, and looked at Pan Meng with inquiring eyes.

Pan Meng smiled: "It's okay to touch it twice, if you really have a relationship with these things, it's too late for Hou Ye to be happy, and I can't say that I will treat you as a guest." ”

Wang Cheng was skeptical, and she must have touched it when she heard this tone, so she reached out and touched it twice.

The texture is slightly rough, and a little Xuanhe, both like paper and cloth, I can't describe what kind of material, but like a sponge produced in modern times.

Since you can't see any texture from the outside, is there something else inside?

He tried to probe his telekinesis into it, and suddenly it was like a black hole, and his telekinesis disappeared in an instant.

"Does it really have something to do with telekinesis?"

This time, he used more telekinesis, and poured towards the "black paper" like a tide.

It was a vast space, gray, like an endless mist, and it was impossible to see the real situation.

He continued to look inside, but only for a moment, and his mental strength was exhausted, and he dissipated.

"You really have telekinesis!"

Pan Meng's surprise sounded in his ears, as if he had discovered a major secret.

Wang Cheng looked back at Pan Meng, looked up and down, and said, "White is not suitable for you." ”

After saying this, he knew that something bad was going to happen, and he couldn't wait to slap himself hard.

Damn it!

Is he crazy?

Or is it evil?

While Pan Meng was still stunned and thinking nonsense, Wang Cheng hurriedly ran downstairs.

After a few seconds, Pan Meng finally reacted, stomped his feet and shouted: "Ah! Wang Xuanfu! I'll kill you!! ”

The cacophony of voices spread from the seventh floor to the first floor, and even people outside the building could hear it.

Everyone looked up at the top floor of the Martial Arts Pavilion, and their expressions were inexplicably complicated.

Listen to the sounds and movements, this is a situation!

Wang Cheng ran to the fourth floor as if he was fleeing, and was confronted by Qinglong, who was about to go upstairs.

Qinglong said: "Boy! A word of advice for you: Don't have anything to do with that little lady of the Pan family! ”

Wang Cheng hurriedly nodded in response, and he didn't care if it was rude, so he fled in a hurry.

Suddenly, Pan Meng also went to the fourth floor.

When Qinglong saw her, he changed his normal behavior and bowed down to her.

Pan Meng snorted coldly and chased downstairs.

When he came out of the Martial Arts Pavilion and saw that no one was chasing after him, Wang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, but he was dumbfounded.

As far as the eye can see, there is water all around.

The Martial Arts Pavilion is built on an island in the middle of the lake, and it is not surrounded by lakes!

At present, his "Getaway" has not even practiced the first layer to the fullest, let alone chasing the waves, facing this vast lake, it is really like "looking at the ocean and sighing".

What to do?

If you really want to jump, the speed is not as fast as Pan Meng, who can tread the waves, and sooner or later you will be caught up.

"Run! I'll see where you're going! ”

With a sneer, Pan Meng appeared behind Wang Cheng, and at some point there was an extra long whip in his hand.

"Miss Pan, I was really abrupt just now!" Wang Cheng felt that he was the first to take the blame, and apologized very simply.

Pan Meng didn't expect Wang Cheng to be so straightforward, plus this matter was related to her personal reputation, it was really hard to make a noise, so she had to hold back that sullen breath.

"Remember my three requests!"

Hearing her mention this again, Wang Cheng didn't dare to refuse this time, after all, he was the one who offended people.

"That's pretty much it!"

Pan Meng was finally a little satisfied, because in order to complete that thing, he had to find a cultivator.

Looking at the entire Tiandu Mansion, and even the entire Lingzhou, except for Wang Cheng, she couldn't find anyone else.

"Miss Ben is not that kind of rude person, I heard that Hou Ye specially gave you a spiritual weapon, go, I will take you to choose!"

Wang Cheng originally wanted to find someone to inquire about the location of the "Weapons Bureau", but when he heard this, he hurriedly followed Pan Meng.

The Ordnance Bureau was built at the foot of the back hill of the Hou Mansion, and the location was very remote, and it was difficult to find it without a special guide.

It is surrounded by tall trees, and there is a pond in the woods, which is near the foot of the hill, where there are several thatched houses.

This is the Bureau of Arms.

When Wang Cheng and Pan Meng arrived, a sloppy old man was lying on a chair humming a little song.

When the sloppy old man saw Pan Meng, he immediately got up from the chair and saluted her, but was interrupted by Pan Meng reaching out when he wanted to speak.

"This is Lord Duwei Wang, Lord Hou specially gave him a spiritual weapon, I will take him to see it."

She introduced to Wang Cheng again: "This is the Zhu family of the Weapons Bureau, and almost all the spiritual weapons of the Hou Mansion are from him." ”

"It's over! It's over! The sloppy old man stroked his gray beard with one hand and smiled.

"I've seen everyone Zhu!"

After saluting, Wang Cheng and Pan Meng followed Zhu into the thatched hut behind them.

Inside the thatched hut, it's a different world.

It is directly connected to the back mountain, which has been artificially carved out of a large hole.

The entrance to the cave is a passage several meters wide, and the further you go inside, the more space there becomes.

Wang Cheng felt a hot breath hit his face, and the sound of striking iron sounded in his ears at the same time.

Hiding troops in the mountains?

Wang Cheng said secretly: Ning Hou really has ulterior motives, and he actually set up the place where the weapon was built here.

The three of them came to a secret room.

The secret room is very large, there are 200 square meters, there are shelves inside, and all kinds of weapons are placed on the shelves, such as knives, guns, swords, halberds, axes, axes, hooks, forks, whips, maces, hammers, ge, hammers, rods, spears, rakes, and eighteen kinds of weapons.

Pan Meng picked up a whip, looked at it, and shook his head compared it to what he was holding.

Seeing this, the Zhu family sneered: "The weapons here are naturally not as good as the Nine Dragons Whip in your hand. ”

Pan Meng put down the whip and said, "You pick out all the spiritual weapons here, and let Wang Duwei choose them." ”

Zhu Dajia should get down and ask Wang Cheng: "I don't know what kind of weapon Wang Duwei is good at?" ”

He suddenly noticed a three-foot sword hanging from Wang Cheng's waist, and his originally somewhat loose eyes contracted his pupils when he saw this sword, and then released a fine light.

He stretched out his rough and dark index finger, pointed at the sword that was completely black, and said in a trembling voice: "Wang Duwei, can you let the old man see this sword?" ”

Wang Cheng's thick eyebrows frowned slightly, and after thinking for a moment, he untied the sword at his waist and handed it to Zhu Jiajia.

Zhu took it cautiously, and gently groped the blade of the sword that had not yet opened with his palm.

"If the old man is not mistaken, the material of this sword is an extraterritorial divine iron, which is not only extremely hard, but its toughness is also rare in the world, and it is an excellent material for refining!"

Hearing this, Pan Meng, who didn't care about it, was also attracted, and said curiously: "Isn't it just a broken sword that has not been opened, is it so mysterious?" ”

"That's a mistake!"

Zhu refuted Pan Meng once and explained: "It is precisely because it has not been opened that it is precious. ”

He looked at Wang Cheng and said, "The day this sword opens, I think it will be the day when Wang Duwei's sword path will be successful!" ”

Wang Cheng's face was expressionless, but he was extremely shocked in his heart.

What Zhu said was not false at all, the teacher specially mentioned in the letter he left that the sword did not open the edge on purpose, and it was left for him to open the edge himself.

When to strike?

Self-cultivation, sword understanding, and sword use are the first three steps of learning swords, and when you reach the fourth step - the way of the sword, it is the day when the sword opens.

"For more than 60 years, the world has called me "everyone", but compared to the master who gave the sword to Wang Duwei, it is no different from an apprentice. ”

Zhu shook his head self-deprecatingly, and said: "If the old man expected it to be good, Wang Duwei, the person who gave the sword must also be a kendo master!" ”

Wang Cheng just nodded and didn't say much.

Zhu Dajia had already gotten the answer, and continued: "The old refining weapon is only refining its form, but that master is refining its soul, he is not only refining the weapon, but also preaching, this is a realm that the old decay cannot reach in this life!" ”

He solemnly handed the sword back to Wang Cheng's hand, and said, "Wang Duwei, there is no shortage of medium-grade spiritual weapons here, but compared to this sword in your hand, it is like a star is better than a bright moon, and a horse is better than a unicorn, don't do it!" ”