A few days later, the young man, who fell into a coma again due to the exhaustion of the Qi Mansion, opened his hazy eyes and rubbed the sore part of his wrist, but accidentally touched his forehead, quickly stood up, and rubbed it, a little unwilling to accept this cruel reality.

Before he could look at it, he heard a sneering remark.

A red-robed young man leaned his back against the door frame and laughed, "You're awake, little bald donkey." ”

The young man in white suppressed a breath in his heart, but he didn't dare to relax in the slightest, whether it was yesterday or the day before yesterday, the burning sword was still vivid.

He stared, "Who the hell are you!"

The red-robed young man looked at the bare head and laughed again, "I'm called Wanshanhe, as for this place, isn't it the place you are looking for." ”

Jiang Huai raised his eyebrows and said, "This is the Pingtian Sword Palace?"

Wan Shanhe nodded, got up and said with a smile: "Don't blame me for rashly making a move on you, although I really have that thought, but without the palace master's consent, no one can get out." ”

He turned around and smiled, "Let's go, I'll take you out to have a look." ”

The half-believing young man walked out of the door slowly, looking at the scene in front of him and was momentarily speechless, and quickly rubbed his eyes, still unwilling to believe that what he was looking at was true, and even his vigilance against the young man was instantly shocked and disappeared.

In the far distance of this thatched hut, a large mountain rises majestically above the sky, and from the foot of the mountain is densely packed with iron swords, which line up to the top of the mountain.

Even if it was so far away, he could still really feel the fierce sword qi rushing towards him.

In that misty place, there seemed to be a person standing up to the sky, looking down on all beings, but it disappeared in an instant.

The boy turned back, and it was a different scenery.

Dozens of houses are lined up from high to low, and the ordinary thatched hut I am in is at the highest point, and there is a pu group not far from my feet, which seems to be overlooked by people from here.

In the farthest place of the eye, there is a tall ancient city wall stretching together, the bluestone on it is yellowed, the sword marks are vertical and horizontal, looking from afar, it is more like a dragon lying entrenched, majestic and slightly vicissitudes.

Wan Shanhe put his hands on his sleeves, and was quite satisfied with the young man's expression, and walked down the grass hut while looking back and smiling: "It is not strange to stay in a place where there is no dispute with the world all year round, and occasionally see this kind of deplorable scene. ”

He stretched out his hand and pointed out of the city wall, "Even if you only take half a step out of that city wall, there is nothing so-called under the whole world, it is not the king's land, do you want to see it." ”

The bald white-clothed young man hesitated for a moment, then chased after him, pointed to the top of his head, and said in a deep voice: "You got this for me?"

Wan Shanhe sneered, "What, still dissatisfied?" Okay, when you have the ability, give me the whole one, as long as you have that ability." ”

He hurriedly added: "Haven't you heard a big truth as a scholar? As the saying goes, hair is long and knowledge is short, you should thank me for helping you take a big step, otherwise when will you be able to be full of money." ”

The young man in white suppressed the evil breath in his heart and said in a deep voice: "Then I really "thank you" for it." ”

Wan Shanhe nodded, not only didn't understand the heavy voice of thanks, but still really thought it was a thank you, and said with a smile: "Thank you don't have to, we are not the people of the little chicken belly." ”

A hoarse voice came from afar.

"Wan boy, go buy me a pot of wine. ”

Immediately in front of the tiled door under the thatched hut, a lean man with naked arms was pounding a sword embryo with such force that even from a distance of dozens of feet, he still felt a slight vibration on the ground.

Wan Shanhe shook his hand and said, "Okay, old man Lu." ”

"Wait!"

Jiang Huai hurriedly took out two jars of wine that he had rubbed in Gaohai County, and said with a smile: "You see if this will work." ”

Wan Shanhe's eyes lit up, took the wine, and exclaimed: "Okay, boy, something will happen, I really see you a little pleasing to the eye now." ”

The two walked to the door of the tiled house, and after putting down the wine, the thin man immediately stopped the tapping action in his hand, glanced at the bald boy, rubbed his hands, picked up a jar and tore open the mud seal and poured it on his head, drank half of the jar before he was reluctant to put it down, and pouted: "Foreign goods?

Wan Shanhe nodded.

The man immediately said angrily: "The real mother surnamed Lu is going to be sent by heaven, saying that the wine outside is as smelly and unpleasant as the dirty water in the dung pit, and the wine he brews is comparable to the peach blossom beauty brewed by the West Rou country, see that Lao Tzu doesn't trouble him!"

The red-robed young man hurriedly stretched out his hand to block it, but he only stretched it out halfway and then abruptly retracted it, and quipped: "Uncle Lu, okay, there are no outsiders, you can use it like you have never seen the world, you have to take advantage of it?"

Jiang Huai immediately understood the meaning, took out two jars of wine and put them on the ground, and said, "Jiang Huai has seen Senior Lu. ”

The thin man hurriedly smiled awkwardly, looked at the young man in white and then at the young man in red robe, and said: "Wanshanhe, Wanshanhe, you look at your bear-like, people who have read books are different, even if they are just standing, they are much brighter than your boy." ”

Wan Shanhe shook his forehead and said proudly: "Tang Liang's matter, I admit defeat." ”

The red-robed young man wanted to ask, but he knew where his master had gone, but before he could speak, the man began to wave his hand to drive people away.

Wan Shanhe replied in a low voice: "Your face is faster than turning a book." ”

He hurriedly faced the white-clothed young man beside him, "Did you say that?"

Jiang Huai smiled with a smile on his face, shook his head and said, "It's not for trivial things to understand the avenue, and the old-timers are really temperamental." ”

The lean man immediately applauded, picked up the hammer that was sunken in the ground and immediately put it down, and said arrogantly: "You kid really suits my appetite, and the old man will also give you a word, no matter what kind of sword you take, I will tailor a good scabbard for you." ”

Wan Shanhe was stunned, and Jiang Huai hurriedly said, "Thank you Senior Lu." ”

The two of them continued to walk towards the city wall, and Wan Shanhe raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you know what it means to be good from that man's mouth?" ”

The young man didn't care, but he also understood that it was definitely not a vulgar thing, and said with a smile: "Have some kind of magical power?"

Wan Shanhe nodded and shook his head.

"Could it be something like those earth-level magic weapons?"

Wan Shanhe smiled even more, "I'm only half right, let me tell you a little secret, the scabbard is two different things from the flying sword, one is in the edge, and the other is in the containment, which is why under the same grade, why the sheathed sword is more powerful than the unsheathed sword, one shows a sharp edge from time to time, and the other is constantly containing the sword intent. ”

He then added: "But if it reaches a certain level, such as the scabbard of a half-immortal soldier, then it is not just as simple as containing sword intent, have you ever heard of killing people with a scabbard?"

Jiang Huai was puzzled: "The scabbard can also kill?"

Wan Shanhe faced forward, stretched out his hand and pointed back, "Don't look at that old guy's scoundrel appearance, but if you leave here, it will be the existence of the Heavenly King Lao Tzu, not only as the sword-making master of the whole world, but also the sword scabbard of a half-immortal soldier with his own hands." ”

The young man's face was full of yearning, and he couldn't help but increase his tone a little, "The sword scabbard is called Nine Thousand Long River, not only can it hide tens of thousands of swords, if it is used recklessly, the sword intent will be like a flood irrigation, do you say it is powerful." ”

Jiang Huai imagined it for a while, and nodded hurriedly, "It's amazing." ”

"So, you should know what that man's promise means, you kid is in luck. ”

The young man in white glanced at the fiery red long sword behind the young man with his spare eyes, raised his eyebrows and said, "Then why don't you have a scabbard." ”

Wan Shanhe glanced behind him with a smile, and said in a strange manner: "Maybe you'll know later, not everyone is like my master, and it's not a shame to live in a thatched house." ”

The fiery red sword suddenly trembled, and it hung above the young man's head, slapping it three times in succession.

The young man hurriedly waved his hand and begged for mercy: "No, no, it's because I feel that the ordinary scabbard is really insulting to the identity of the old-timers, since it is not the best, how can this sword be hidden." ”

Jiang Huai unconsciously touched behind him, but there was nothing, and he was slightly depressed.

Wan Shanhe, who witnessed the emotions of the teenager, grinned and said nothing.

He wanted to say that a good horse with a good saddle, a good sword with a good man, shook his head, but still didn't say, for them, the sword in his hand is like a friend, and it is a bit unauthentic to interrupt someone else's hand and foot like this.

But since ancient times, there has been a saying that has been passed down for hundreds of generations, and you need to have a hundred arms to keep the three inches of pure land under your feet, since you have no ability, then endure it first.

When Jiang Huai stepped on the ancient wall that had stood here for thousands of years, caressing the yellowstone bricks on it, and looking into the distance by the railing, the boundless loess dust and sand in front of him were flying wantonly under the Xu Weifeng, and there were several deep ditches crisscrossing each other, spreading out a different picture.

It seems that someone has hammered the young man in the chest, and in a loud voice he narrates the past hundred years that cannot be traced back and is unknown.

Stepping out of this wall is no longer Chongyang Kingdom, and walking through that piece of yellow sand will be a new world.

When the young man was pondering, the sky was tilted, and someone split thousands of zhang of the sea of clouds and swept down, and opened a hundred-zhang giant rainbow with a glass flying sword, surging like a sea of clouds.

Heaven and earth suddenly changed color, and the sword qi turned even paler.

The man in silver armor above him had his hands shrouded like stars, full of golden light, and from time to time there was a roar of thunder, his hands made fists, facing the snow-white sword qi.

An invisible heat wave swept through the eight wildernesses from the center when it touched it.

Then a loud voice came from top to bottom, "Long San, why don't you go to the north, but nest in the turtle shell to be a real turtle, shame is not ashamed." ”

The tall man patted a pair of silver armor on his body that was still as bright as new with countless sword qi, and said proudly: "Why, envy Lao Tzu for having immortal armor, but you can only see it but can't eat it?"

The white-haired sword cultivator who was standing in the wind shook his head, and suddenly raised his head again, "What about Lao Tzu's envy!"

After these words, a sword intent burst out in all directions like a rapids and rapids, and a flood fell from the sky, oppressing hundreds of miles of mountains and rivers, rushing and this yellow sand.

Not far away, on the top of the Sword Mountain, high above the sky, someone smiled slightly, stretched out a point to one of the floods.

There was immediately a silk thread undulating out of the wave-like stretching sword qi, extremely slender and a little illusory, but when this silk thread gently slashed towards the pair of immortal silver armor, Long San, who had always been proud of the "turtle shell" because of this, instantly felt like a great enemy, and his body swept back rapidly, retreating hundreds of zhang away, before he stopped stumbling his body from afar.

The dazzling silver armor left an extremely thin but glaring scratch.

Someone on the top of the mountain whispered a word in an extremely ancient dialect that no one could understand.

"The sword is not an enemy of ten thousand people, but it can also cut the stars!"