"Senior, are you sure these things can still be used?"

Wang Nian was very curious at first, but when he walked in, he found that the three utensils on this platform had long been covered with dust, and cracks could be found on them.

"Boy, don't be ignorant! I don't know how many people in these sects are hot-eyed, and you are still picking and choosing here!"

The old man was a little dissatisfied when he saw Wang Nian's reflection, if he hadn't seen the jade with the words, the old man would have asked himself if he was forced to die, and he would definitely not have brought him here to choose a magic weapon.

These few pieces are hot treasures in the eyes of the core disciples, and they secretly scold this kid for not knowing the goods!

"Seniors are angry, seniors are angry!"

Wang Nian saw the old man's reaction, thinking that these things might be really unusual, and suddenly observed them seriously, and he didn't know which one to choose for a while.

There were three artifacts in front of him, a spear broken in two, a tortoise shell full of cracks, and finally an oil lamp without a wick.

If it weren't for the old man's reminder, he wouldn't have guessed that these three things were inherited by the Broken Immortal Sect for many years, and there were seven things that had been passed down over the years, and the years had changed, some were lost, and some had owners, and now there are only three left.

"Immortal cultivators, wouldn't it be chic to use a sword, and don't want this broken spear. ”

"If this shell is strong, how can it be full of cracks. ”

"As for this oil lamp, what use can it be if the core is gone. ”

Wang Nian muttered in his heart, he was not very satisfied with the three pieces, and when he got closer, he didn't feel anything surprising.

"Think about it, the old man doesn't have time to ink with you!"

Seeing that Wang Nian had no choice, the teacher went up and slapped Wang Nian on the head, and he almost didn't stand firm.

But at this time, Wang Nian suddenly discovered that there was an artifact under these three antiquities!

"Senior, disciple has a choice here!" Wang Nian said with a smile, and held the three antiquities in his arms, looking at the old man with a smile on his face.

"You're too much, you're going too far!

The old man was furious when he saw this, and scolded Wang Nian for being shameless, and he actually wanted to take it all.

"The seniors misunderstood, the disciples don't want these!"

Wang Nian saw that the old man had misunderstood and hurriedly threw the three antiquities in his arms at the old man, and when he turned around, he grabbed the edge of the altar with both hands, and pulled it violently, and a pitch-black sword was pulled out of the platform!

Now Wang Nian is only fifteen years old, and he is still growing his body, but this pitch-black sword is also a little taller than Wang Nian, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, under this huge contrast, the old man is a little distracted, he has guarded this place for a hundred years, and he has never found such a thing.

Even his master has mentioned it!

Speaking of this big sword, it is pitch black, and there are cracks on the sword body, maybe it is some years, the blade is covered with rust, and the strange thing is that this black big sword has only one side of the blade, and the tip of the sword is slightly curved.

"Forget it, it's all old-fashioned, and it's not bad for this big sword to bluff people. ”

Wang Nian held back his strength, took turns to carry his shoulders again, and suddenly brought a whistling wind, and the old man didn't know what to say when he saw this.

"Senior, the disciple will go back first. ”

Out of the Tibetan Sword Pavilion, Wang Nian respectfully retired, carrying a pitch-black sword that was taller than himself, and walked back with a drink, at first he felt that this sword was very heavy, but after a long time, there was no sense of heaviness, and he was strange in his heart, and he really picked up a treasure in the secret way!

....

"Old Lu, have you seen Senior Brother Ji's word cutting jade?"

It is said that after Wang Nian left, the old man hurriedly performed the trick, and actually gave birth to a picture in a bronze mirror, in which there was an old man, if Wang Nian was here, he would definitely recognize this person.

The errand of taking care of the spirit beast, even if it is arranged by this old miscellaneous hair!

"Did you see that kid too?" In the picture, the old man is the current head of the Broken Immortal Sect, Lu Qianyan.

"I saw it, but I didn't find anything surprising, it's true that I have a thick skin!" The old man didn't know what to say, but when he thought of Wang Nian's honest smile, he couldn't help but scold.

"Haha, it seems that something happened to you?" Lu Qianyan chuckled and spoke, his eyes were also curious, what was so strange about this kid, he was actually given a word cutting jade by Senior Brother Ji!

"It's nothing, even if I take him to pick a inheritance artifact. The old man waved his hand absently, but his face changed greatly!

"Do you have any points, old boy! This inheritance artifact is given one less piece, and it is all passed on to the inheritance disciples who are loyal to the sect! Even if that kid has a cutting jade, it is too hasty for you to do this!" Lu Qianyan looked serious and reprimanded, and the idea of returning the magic weapon was even born in his heart.

"You old bastard, why are you in a hurry! The old man hasn't asked you yet, how did you assign this kid to the outer door! Who else knows about this matter but you and me?" the old man stroked his beard and retorted dissatisfied.

"Now the undercurrent of the sect is surging, and it is only three years away from the outer gate, and the promotion of the core disciples, and other things have come together, at this time, you said about the matter of cutting the word jade, do I dare to let others know!"

At this moment, Lu Qianyan's words made the old man of the Hidden Sword Pavilion calm down, and the two of them were unexpectedly calm in the silence, as if they were thinking about nothing.

"In this case, the old man has nothing to say, don't worry about the inheritance weapon, the remaining three things, the king has not taken any of them. The old man of the Sword Pavilion spoke calmly, his brows furrowed, obviously very concerned about Lu Qianyan's words just now.

"What? Didn't you stop it?" Lu Qianyan was a little surprised when he heard this, and couldn't help asking.

"The old man can't do this kind of thing that doesn't want to be old!" the old man of the Sword Pavilion scolded with a smile, and then carefully told Lu Qianyan what happened at that time....

In the simple wooden house, Wang Nian was sitting cross-legged at this time, with a jade bottle poured in front of him, and there was nothing in it for a long time.

"Fortunately, the sect issued a medicine stone when entering the sect, otherwise just by breathing in the aura between heaven and earth, I don't know when I will be able to break through the condensation cultivation, and when the medicine stone issued this month arrives, it will be the time to break through the condensation realm in one fell swoop!"

It has been almost three months since he came to the Broken Immortal Sect, during which Wang Nian was responsible for the daily feeding of the spirit beasts during the day, and kept spitting out the spiritual energy refining medicine stone at night.

As for the physical operation, it was a little difficult at first, but it became extremely smooth in less than two days, which made Wang Nian have the idea of cultivating genius for a while, but the uncle secretly said that he didn't lie to himself, his body of 10,000 yuan was really wonderful!

If this continues, it won't be long before you can be promoted to the inner door.

Feeling the faint spiritual power in the dantian, Wang Nian was full of confidence. At this time, he was still some distance away from actually stepping into the condensation, but the next second he felt that it was inappropriate.

Where did this medicine stone come from?

Putting away his mind, Wang Nian moved the pitch-black greatsword that had been on his knees for a long time, and his expression changed thoughtfully.

It has been nearly three months since he retrieved this sword on the same day, and at first he had no spiritual power to cultivate, so he naturally couldn't urge it, but now that he has practiced for more than two months, he must have a different effect this time.

With a decision in his heart, Wang Nian pinched the trick with both hands, and performed the imperial art issued by the Broken Immortal Sect, saying that with spiritual power cultivation, he could manipulate and comprehend.

But when Wang Nian used all his spiritual power to pour into the pitch-black big sword, he stared at the big sword tightly and still didn't react much, and the black light flashed between them, and there was no reaction.

After just a few breaths, the spiritual power in his body was exhausted, Wang Nian only felt that his head flickered and became dizzy, and he felt that his spiritual power was exhausted, and his body couldn't help but feel weak for a while, and he fell asleep on the bed.

Fatigue, weakness.

Wang Nian could only describe it subconsciously, at this moment he felt as if he had separated countless consciousnesses, and the picture in front of him flashed and flashed, some of the heavens and the earth cracked, the sea of clouds rolled upside down, and the rivers rolled.

Although his heart was roaring and shocking, the strangeness made him unbelievable.

With the only remaining consciousness, Wang Nian knew that this was another dream.

Ever since he started his cultivation, he often dreamed, or thought about it, or dreamed at night, but he always felt that something was wrong. It's what it's like to be watched.

Consciousness and dreams overlapped, and after Wang Nian saw those shocking pictures, there was a black figure wearing a strong suit, the hem of the robe was windless, the big sword was waving, and the sky and the earth changed color!

Wang Nian was curious, trying to make his consciousness clear, he wanted to see everything in this dream.

From raising his hand, swinging out, and collecting the sword, Wang Nian kept it in mind, but the inexplicable momentum and indescribable state in it, Wang Nian couldn't feel what it was, until the end, when he had to try to see the appearance of the person wielding the sword.

Suddenly, there was a roaring vibration in his consciousness, and his consciousness was confused, as if a strange force had rejected his consciousness.

The tearing pain made Wang Nian's consciousness gradually blurred, but the deep attachment still had to see the appearance of the people in the sky.

In reality, the whole person was already sweating profusely, paralyzed on the bed and couldn't stop trembling, and the pitch-black sword on the side flashed black light at this moment, and the original rusty blade actually appeared cracks.

There was a crisp click, and a piece of black rust the size of a fingernail fell, and the moment it fell, the side that wrapped the blade was actually a little bloody, which was really weird.

What's even more surprising is that the rusty iron did not fall to the ground, but dissipated in mid-air like flying ashes, and carefully found that these fragments were attached to the big sword again, but this place was actually the original crack on the sword body.

The moment Wang Yuan woke up, he saw that picture clearly!!

The man was dressed in a black robe, and the hem was windless, and he wanted to see the appearance of this person, but in the end, he found that this person was wearing a white mask.

At this moment, Wang Nian only felt an unspeakable fear in the depths of his consciousness, which instantly overwhelmed him, as if no matter where he hid, he would be exposed under this mask.

The feeling of suffocation made Wang Nian's whole body cold, and the gaze under the mask was actually blood-orange and fierce!!

Until his consciousness was crushed by this ferocity, Wang Nian woke up violently!!

There was a thick fear in his eyes, his breath was violent, looking at the pitch-black big sword under his body, Wang Nian secretly swallowed his saliva, and he couldn't find the subtle changes in the big sword for a while.

"This sword is really a magic weapon!!"

One night experience, Wang Nian has a kind of immersive reality, in the face of that figure, even if he feels terrible, but he still looks forward to tonight, he can still have such a dream!

Carrying the big sword, Wang Nian couldn't tell what was the difference, but his intuition told him that the feeling he felt when he held the sword was completely different from the beginning!