Pinch the main sword C with two fingers and pull it out. The little sword did not move at all, and there was no trace of being out of the body.

"Are you rusty?" Meng Chen's eyebrows furrowed, and his right hand shook hard.

He already had a fire in his heart, and he was almost using all his strength at the moment. Under the vigorous force, this time the little sword, of course, could not escape the fate of being pulled out of the body.

With the vigorous right arm thrown out, the small sword "brushed", broke free from the clenched small sword bing, and galloped away outside the cave.

"It's ....... Meng Chen's eyes condensed the small sword, and he saw that it was swishing, circling and flying in the sky outside the cave, and the speed was so fast that it left a black afterimage behind him.

"Could it be that the old fellow's conscience found out, and after thinking about it, he still decided to leave me a treasure?" Meng Chen stood at the door of the cave facing the cold wind, and shouted: "Come back to me." “

The small bronze sword with a whole body of the sword, as if it had a spirit, heard Meng Chen's words, turned around and flew back to the cave quickly, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the center of Meng Chen's eyebrows.

Meng Chen's pupils contracted, and without thinking, he held the scabbard of the short sword in his left hand, his body fell backwards, his heels touched the ground, and he quickly slid backwards into the cave.

The speed of the small sword was amazing, and when he slid backwards about a meter, it was close to the tip of his nose, and with a "bang" sound, it stared at the end of the cave, on the stone wall above the stone table.

Meng Chen's body leaned forward, and after he stood up, a few strands of hair fell from his eyes, it was conceivable that if he had reacted a little slower just now, the little sword should have pierced through his skull at this moment.

But now is not the time to be frightened, because the sound of the bronze sword is still lingering in his ears, and the voice is shrill and piercing.

Meng Chen turned around violently, inside the cave, on the wall. I saw that the little sword was constantly shaking, and it had automatically pulled out about nine layers from the stone wall that was originally inserted.

In just a few breaths, he broke free from the shackles of the stone wall and rampage through the cave, sparks flew everywhere, and a piercing sound sounded, and the cave wall was cut by it, and the grooves of knuckle length were cut by it.

If that's all it is, after the key bronze sword was destroyed in the cave, it actually launched another attack on Meng Chen, and it was as long as three hours.

In these three hours, Meng Chen could only gasp, sometimes flying over the wall in the cave, sometimes jumping into the air and flipping, just to avoid the round of attacks of the little sword.

Although he now has the cultivation of the peak of the third layer of condensation, Meng Chen has never practiced any defensive techniques. What's more, the speed of the little sword was already outstanding, so on his mud-covered clothes, he was inevitably cut by the small sword countless ways, and the red small mouth stained with blood was unavoidable.

Fortunately, the little sword did not attack continuously, and after each attack for an hour, it would stop for a moment and look at Meng Chen in the air.

Meng Chen grinned in pain, staring at the little sword, his pupils kept contracting, he tried to move his steps, but when he took a step, the small sword in the air would instantly shift, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at his eyebrows.

However, in these three hours, Meng Chen did not find nothing, for example, a quarter of an hour ago, when the small sword was slashed against his lips, he saw a wisp of smoke on the body of the sword.

From this wisp of smoke, Meng Chen immediately thought of divine consciousness. "The little sword can automatically attack me, it must be the wisp of divine consciousness on the sword body, the sky leaves this wisp of divine sense, in addition to telling me that this sword is good, and I want to use this punishment to punish me, is it disrespectful to me on the boat that day?"

Meng Chen blocked his vision, his sweat-soaked black hair swept behind him, revealing a slightly flushed face that had been tossed for three hours, panting, facing the small sword in the air, and said slowly: "Senior, it was my fault that I escaped alone on the boat that day, I know that this matter is wrong, can you please take back the divine sense that controls the small sword." “

The bronze sword was as cold as ever, like the head of a poisonous snake, staring at Meng Chen.

Meng Chen sighed lightly, this old man is so narrow-minded, just such a trivial matter, and he is still so entangled?

"Senior, don't worry, I will do my best to make an agreement with you in seven hundred years, and I already know that you want to tell me that this sword has a great mystery, and you want me to think about it. “

Meng Chen said everything in his heart, he knew that although Xiao Jian was always aiming at his eyebrows, he didn't really want to take his life.

Although Xiao Jian's previous attacks were fierce every time, they only left some extraskin wounds on his body.

Therefore, Meng Chen was sure that the old man first came to punish himself for his disrespect on the boat that night, and secondly, he told him that this sword was not good, and he wanted him to study it well.

At the same time, in the far southwest of the Tang Dynasty, there was a small country called Bhikshu.

At this moment, at the Kyoto dock of the bhikshu country, a scholar wearing a blue shirt and a depressed face stepped on a small boat docked on the shore with a sigh.

Standing at the bow of the boat, the boatman who was over the age of six, his body was thin and thin, and he held a bamboo oar, comforted: "Childe, there is nothing to be sorry about, anyway, we have a imperial examination in three years in the bhikshu country, and after three years, we will take the examination once in Kyoto." “

The young man was not in a good mood, so he chatted casually with the boatman, and plunged into the small boat Wupeng.

The boatman was familiar with throwing the bamboo paddle in his hand into the river, but just as he was about to row out of the dock, he faintly felt some throbbing in his heart that only he could feel.

A faint smile appeared on the boatman's face, he looked up in the direction of Datang, and muttered to himself: "Although I know that this son is amazingly talented, I didn't expect that in just three months, he could cultivate to the peak of the third layer of condensation qi today, yes, the most rare, and I also guessed the other two layers of the old man's secret meaning." “

"That's it, since you have admitted your mistake, the previous dissatisfaction with your character will be written off, Xiaoyou, I wish you a good road in the future, don't let down the old man's expectations. “

The boatman raised his hand and waved it to the sky, but there was no movement, so he picked up the bamboo oar in his hand, turned around and rowed towards the river.

His swing in the sky above the Bhikshu River did not change at all, but far in the southwest, the bronze sword in the Tianfeng Cave of the Tang Dynasty kept trembling.

"Old thing, I've already admitted my mistakes, what else do you want?" Meng Chen saw that the little sword Weng Ming doubled and looked like he was ready to attack, his scalp was numb, and he retreated one after another.

He was a little unsure now, whether he had guessed wrong, or something was wrong with the little sword itself, but he was a life-sparing person, so naturally he wouldn't take the initiative to check.

After forty or fifty breaths, the little sword stopped trembling, and with a "ding" sound, it fell from the air and stuck on the ground, and Meng Chen's tense nerves relaxed slightly.

waited until his face was sweaty and dried by the wind, and then he moved his steps to the side of the little sword, but he didn't pull it out in a hurry, but cautiously surrounded the little sword, turning four or five times in succession.

"Got your consciousness back?"

Meng Chen slowly kicked down his body, the wisp of black smoke on the sword body had indeed disappeared, pulled it out of the ground, held it in his hand and slowly observed.

This sword is bronze throughout, the sword body is thin, and if you look closely, there are some sudden cases carved on it like a city.

No blade?

Meng Chen looked at the smooth blade of the little sword, exclaimed, and hurriedly ran to the wall where the little sword had made a hook and slowly compared.

After the comparison, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and when he began to be slashed by the small sword, he obviously felt that the sword was abnormally sharp, but there was no blade in front of him, which made him puzzled.

Meng Chen looked at the grooves on the wall again, and for the first time in his heart had the idea of staying here for retreat.

He had the idea of turning around and leaving before, but at this moment, it was gone, because he understood the true intention of the Heavenly Departure Daoist to leave the bronze sword and use his divine sense to manipulate it to attack him.

"He's trying to tell me that the road to cultivation is not as smooth as the legend says, it's a road full of the jungle.

If I didn't have a powerful magic spell, then even this small sword with no blade could easily kill me. “

Retreat, don't learn the swordsmanship and spells of the condensation period, and never go out. This was Meng Chen's only thought at the moment.

Meng Chen took out all the things in the storage bag except for the spirit stone map, thought about it alone for a long, long time, and finally set a plan for himself to retreat for three years.