The ancient bronze sword hanging on the wall is very old, the surface is covered with green patina, and even the blade and scabbard are covered in rust.

It's not so much an ancient sword as a rusty bronze stick. But such an ancient sword with an unsightly appearance was the source of the cold aura of the entire mansion in Shen Yuan's eyes.

At the sword grid where the ancient sword was wrapped in rust, a pattern completely different from the entire ancient sword could be vaguely seen under the mottled rust, and a dragon full of majesty was outlined with just a few strokes.

This footless divine dragon coiled on the sword grid, its eyes closed as if it was sleeping, and a large amount of cold qi was constantly swallowed out between breaths and breaths.

The cold air continued to erode the surrounding space, and the entire mansion was covered in its domain.

And the state of withered state described by Old Man Fu at this moment seems to come from this bronze ancient sword.

Shen Yuan's brows furrowed, and he was about to stretch out his palm to take down this bronze ancient sword, but before his palm touched the bronze ancient sword, a crisp sword groan sounded in the scabbard that was already covered with rust.

Suddenly, an invisible sword light accompanied by a sword groan suddenly slashed down from the bronze ancient sword, and Shen Yuan only had time to use the refining method to make Jing Yuan resist, and that sword light easily broke through Shen Yuan's defense, leaving a scar on the palm of his hand.

"What a fierce sword!" Shen Yuan's face showed a solemn expression.

Shen Yuan withdrew his outstretched right hand, and the scar left by the Jing Yuan circulation healed rapidly, and not even a drop of blood oozed out.

Even so, Shen Yuan was still jealous of this bronze ancient sword.

At the moment, the tide of spiritual energy has just returned, and even if some hidden sects have preserved precious magic weapons, the environment of the current world is difficult to support the magic weapons to show their own power.

At the moment, this bronze ancient sword was able to swallow the meager aura in the present world, creating a cold aura field that enveloped the entire villa, and even counterattacked itself when Shen Yuan took the initiative to reach out and touch it, which was enough to see its extraordinary power.

"This can preserve such power after three thousand years of depletion of spiritual energy, if this sword is at its peak, I'm afraid I don't even have the qualifications to get close."

"Magic weapon? Lingbao? Or is it a higher-level Taoist? ”

Shen Yuan couldn't help but feel a little curious about the origin of the bronze ancient sword in his heart.

Among the diaries that Shen Yuan obtained in the Falling Cloud Cave Heaven, someone mentioned the division of the quality of magic weapons in the cultivation world ten thousand years ago, from bottom to top, magic weapons, magic weapons, spiritual treasures, Taoist weapons, and the magic weapons of the immortal family that only exist in legends.

The magic weapon is the limit that ordinary cultivators can already reach, and the magic weapon and spirit treasure are all in the hands of high-level monks who dominate the world.

Even if it was the Luoyun Sect that gave birth to the power of the Earth Immortal 10,000 years ago, the treasure of its Zhenzong was nothing more than a Taoist Xuanwei Dao Furnace that had been enshrined for thousands of years.

The bronze ancient sword in front of him can survive the era of spiritual energy depletion, and it still has such power, and its own quality must be extraordinary.

During this period of time when Shen Yuan tried to take down the bronze ancient sword to no avail, everyone in the Fu family also recovered from the previous shock and rushed to the room on the second floor one after another.

With the previous lesson, Fu Jian naturally didn't dare to offend Shen Yuan again, but turned his head and motioned for Fu Hua to negotiate with Shen Yuan.

Fu Hua walked to Shen Yuan's side and cautiously greeted, "Mr. Shen, my father's condition ......"

Fu Hua's voice was interrupted by Shen Yuan before he could finish speaking.

"Old Man Fu is not sick, but caused by the bronze ancient sword hanging on the wall."

"Bronze Ancient Sword?"

Fu Hua couldn't help but be stunned, and followed Shen Yuan's line of sight to look at the wall.

"Is the bronze ancient sword you mentioned in this room?"

As soon as these words came out, Shen Yuan frowned, and a bad premonition immediately rose in his heart.

"You can't see that ancient sword on the wall?"

Fu Hua shook his head blankly, and the other Fu family members behind him also looked at the wall with puzzled eyes.

Shen Yuan's scolding just now made them realize Shen Yuan's extraordinary, so they didn't have any doubts about Shen Yuan.

But in their sight, there was not the slightest ornament on the wall, let alone the bronze ancient sword that Shen Yuan had said.

"Things seem to be getting interesting."

Shen Yuan glanced meaningfully at the bronze ancient sword on the wall, and then swept his gaze towards the people of the Fu family.

Although this bronze ancient sword is quite mysterious, it has already been seriously damaged, and it definitely has no ability to appear in this room out of thin air, and someone must have taken the initiative to bring it over.

In the temptation just now, even Shen Yuan, who had already stepped into the middle stage of refining, was unable to take off this bronze ancient sword, and it was even more delusional for ordinary people to touch it.

Therefore, the person who brought the bronze ancient sword must have some way to avoid the damage of the ancient sword, and even be able to control the ancient sword to a certain extent.

Shen Yuan's gaze was like a sharp sword piercing people's hearts, and any careful thoughts seemed to be hidden under Shen Yuan's gaze, and everyone in the sight subconsciously lowered their heads and did not dare to look at it.

In the crowd, a man struggled to calm his breath, but the already accelerating heartbeat betrayed him.

Everyone held their breath and waited for Shen Yuan's reply.

Unexpectedly, Shen Yuan just walked to Old Man Fu's bed after his gaze swept over everyone.

The index fingers were pressed together and lightly tapped on the forehead of the unconscious old man Fu, and after a short inspection, Shen Yuan said in an indifferent voice:

"It's not safe in this room, I'm going to transfer Old Man Fu out first. Your Fu family, there should be other residences in this Wencheng, right? ”

"Yes, yes!"

Fu Hua hurriedly responded, and then beckoned everyone to prepare to take Old Man Fu out of the room.

And just as everyone was about to help the unconscious old man Fu leave, the old man Fu who was lying on the hospital bed suddenly opened his eyes weakly.

"You guys, what are you doing here?"

The old voice came from his throat, like the constant creaking of a broken wooden door, piercing and sharp, with a hint of decay.

"Mr. Shen has come to see you and helped you find out the cause of the disease, as long as you move out of here, everything can be solved."

Fu Hua patiently explained.

"Leave?" Old Man Fu's voice instantly sharpened a little, and the old man's face showed a bit of hideousness.

"I don't! I don't want to leave here, I can already feel that my condition is starting to get better. “

Old Man Fu's refusal was extremely tough, and Fu Hua looked at Shen Yuan with an embarrassed expression.

"Mr. Shen, can you not leave here?"

Shen Yuan smiled and nodded, but the next moment he suddenly stretched out his right hand and grabbed the head of Old Man Fu on the hospital bed, slamming it on the solid wood bed.

The bed made of solid wood was smashed into a big hole, and the huge movement almost made the whole room tremble, and then the frightened voices of the Fu family rang out one after another.

"Stop!"

"What are you doing?"

"Let go of the old man!"

Shen Yuan was unmoved, just looked at the head buried in the broken wood and asked with a smile:

"How long are you going to keep pretending?"