A flying sword that has a chance to reach the eighth order of the lower grade to be used as a natal flying sword, this is already an extremely high starting point.

You must know that not all famous swords can be used as natal flying swords.

Some seventh-order superb long swords, in the end, can only kill the enemy in the hands of a martial artist, and cannot be transformed into a life-threatening flying sword to take the enemy's head thousands of miles away, and can instantly return to the small sword pool in the sword cultivation body.

The difference lies in the word spirituality, if a sword does not have spirituality, even if it is cultivated by the sword with blood, it will not be able to stay in the small sword pool in the sword cultivator's body for a long time, and it will naturally not be able to be nourished, and it is impossible to achieve complete heart-to-heart communication when the sword is resisted.

Therefore, a flying sword with its real name is extremely rare, which is why everyone in a martial artist can slash people with a sword, but the number of sword cultivators who travel far away is so rare.

The sword cultivation is powerful, a seventh-order high-grade natal flying sword, ordinary eighth-order mid-realm sword cultivation may not be available, not to mention that Lin Canglan has said that this ink day may reach the level of the eighth-order lower grade.

Lin Ze was silent for a while, and said, "My father took this sword, the price must be not light, right?"

Although Yin is a dead soldier in the army who is good at killing, but he can be sent by Lin Canglan to do this, he is obviously delicate, and said softly: "When the eldest lady was alive, I didn't know how much I sacrificed for the eldest lady, how much the eldest lady missed, how much he loved the eldest son, this emotion Hou Ye did not hesitate when he took the sword from thousands of miles away, and now why should the eldest prince be so unhappy when he receives the sword." ”

Seeing Lin Ze nodded, Yin continued: "Although the eldest prince is talented, he is still young after all. It is necessary to know that there are two things in sword cultivation, sword practice and sword refining, practicing swordsmanship and swordsmanship, and practicing is the matching sword itself and the natal flying sword, which is the refining of exercise. ”

"The former requires talent and diligence, while the latter can only be down-to-earth, accumulate over time, and never take advantage of it. ”

After the dead Shiyin concisely opened the sect, he paused slightly, which shows the importance he attaches to it, "Although the subordinates are not sword cultivators, but after so many years of practice, there is not a small amount of knowledge, and some common truths can be simply talked about with the eldest prince." To sharpen a physical flying sword, or to temper and cultivate a natal flying sword, there are countless heavenly and earthly treasures that need to be consumed. And Hou Ye deliberately only sent swords, and did not give the eldest prince a bunch of gold and silver, just to let the eldest prince fight for it himself. Refining swords is also refining people, ordinary people are rich in the world, rich on the first side, wealth can be described as being spent in several lifetimes, but in the cultivation world, how much wealth is not enough, no one can be an exception, one day on the avenue of practice, one day to self-improvement. ”

Lin Ze was sitting precariously and listening carefully.

Dead Shiyin continued: "Whether or not you have the qualifications to become a sword cultivator is the first threshold of sword cultivation, and becoming a sword cultivator, whether you have the money to cultivate a flying sword is the second threshold, and this threshold, to some extent, is more difficult than the first threshold. A sword that can become a flying sword with its real name, how high are the material requirements? Forged is a delicate daughter born with a golden key, which requires a huge amount of resources to support, just to maintain the sharpness of the sword, it requires a large number of expensive sword grinding stones, as well as spiritual cultivation, etc., which is worrying. Even if the sword cultivator who is rich in wealth is rich, he will be eaten poor by a natal flying sword, so the cultivators in the world are often the poorest in sword cultivation。。。。。。 ”

Lin Ze sighed in his heart, this is true.

Dead Shiyin took out another fist-sized stone, placed it next to the long sword Mo Ri, and said: "As long as it is a high-grade flying sword, the requirements for the sword grinding stone will be extremely high. As long as you keep it in your hands, you can earn it no matter what, unless you have to do it as a last resort and urgently need life-saving money, someone will be willing to get rid of it, and for Jian Xiu, even if you have a family property, you will not sell the sword grinding stone, otherwise the little ancestor of the flying sword you raised will have to fight hard with yourself. ”

"This small piece of sword grinding stone was given by the Lifeng Sword Sect when the price was negotiated when Hou Ye took the long sword ink day. If the eldest prince's cultivation of the flying sword goes well, he will probably use it soon, although it seems to be very small, but it is enough for a year. If you let out the words in Pingling County, there is such a small piece of high-grade sword grinding stone, I estimate that there will be a lot of fifth- and sixth-order sword cultivators in the surrounding states. ”

Lin Ze had no knots, nor was he twisted, so he smiled and picked up the sharpening stone and looked at it.

Different from the ordinary stones used by ordinary people to sharpen their knives, this kind of sharpening sword sharpening sword and cultivating flying swords is only the size of a fist, but the weight is extremely heavy, Lin Ze's physique is so strong, he can barely lift it.

The black color is like a diamond, and there is no stone texture at all, and in the moonlight, there is a faint mountain-like thick aura coming from the small fist-sized sword grinding stone.

When Lin Ze was looking at the sword stone, Dead Shiyin poured himself a cup of tea, and after drinking it all, he took out another thing, which was actually the sin flame robe worn by the left protector of the Raven God Sect!

Dead Shiyin said: "This robe is a high-ranking robe, it should have been enshrined in the Raven God Sect all the year round, and it was shattered by Hou Ye's punch that the seeds of faith and the evil god in the robe for so many years have been prohibited, and the quality has declined, but it is still worthy of a seventh-order lower grade evaluation." After wearing it, the size varies from person to person, the key is that the core of several magic circles are well preserved, all of which are related to illusions, and Mu Huaiyuan's sneak attack was unsuccessful, because he fell into the combined illusion of this magic robe. ”

"Black robe, black sword, but the style is going to change all at once. Lin Ze smiled and shook his head.

Immediately after, his expression slowly calmed down, he took a deep breath, and actually grabbed the long sword Mo Ri directly with one hand!

Yin looked startled, and hurriedly said, "Eldest son, be careful of getting hurt!"

Lin Ze shook his head at him, signaling that he was fine.

He grabbed the hilt of the long sword tightly, and said in a calm tone: "It's mine, it's mine, you can't go anywhere, even if you escape to the edge of the sky, I will capture you back." ”

The long sword ink sun is extremely hot, like a scorching sun that is gradually burning.

Lin Ze gritted his teeth, just holding it with one hand, and clenching his fist tightly under the table with the other hand, enduring the great pain.

The palms of his hands had already been burned red.

The pain is heart-wrenching, and the soul is trembling.

The pain caused by the burning of the ink sun, in addition to the flesh and bones of the skin, there is also a horror similar to the melting copper juice poured on the heart.

In order to reduce the degree of pain perception as much as possible, Lin Ze's body trembled violently, and he began to have to try his best to be distracted to think about other places, to think about the [Qinglian Sword Song] used in the Demon Sea, to think about the first sword qi life, to think about the earth-shattering battle of the Monkey King, to think about Bai Cangyue's many words, and to think about the past scenes when he accepted the inheritance of the Muyue Sect。。。。。。

Readers who read this chapter, thank you

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