Syllable!

Han Yi returned the sword to the scabbard in an instant, and the dazzling white light disappeared in an instant.

He held the sword, closed his eyes for a long time before he opened his eyes again, and when he opened his eyes, Han Xiaoye next to him seemed to see the shadow of a small sword reflected in his brother's pupils.

At this time, the villagers also recovered from the white light just now.

[What was that just now?]

[A white light flashed, and then I couldn't see clearly, I didn't see it, who saw what?]

[Sword Qi Vertical, Sword Qi Vertical!]

[What a sword, what a sword, what a good sword!]

Everyone stared at the sword fieryly, and reacted that the white light just now seemed to be the sword qi from which the sword was born, but outside of the heat in their hearts, no one dared to come forward to take a closer look.

Han Yi opened his eyes and looked at the Third Patriarch, and saw that his old man was stroking his beard and smiling, and when he saw Han Yi looking over, he nodded.

Han Yi set his eyes on the sword again and pulled the scabbard again.

This time, the white light was gone, and Han Yi saw that there were two words on the spine of the sword under the sword grid, which were two seal characters, like a dragon and a snake, as if they were going to come back to life, and they were hideous and flamboyant.

"Unfortunately, I don't know. ”

Han Yi thought bitterly, how could good things be difficult to recognize! He remembered that the twenty-four sword posture characters were in traditional Chinese, and it took several days just to recognize the characters.

The sword body was pulled out again, just like a dragon's head coming out of the water, and Han Yi pulled out the entire sword body with a light slide, he put the sword scabbard on the stone table, held the hilt of the sword in one hand, and held it in front of his eyes to look at.

The entire sword body is covered with diamond-shaped dark lines, which looks very ordinary, and at this moment, there is no white light that has just been pulled out, and it is no different from an ordinary sword, but Han Yi feels that it is not made of iron or steel, it feels like a very unique metal, and Han Yi uses his hand to test the sword body.

As soon as his hand was touched, he felt a prick, he trembled, and when he picked up his finger, he saw that a cut had been made, and a trace of blood was bubbling out.

The spine of the sword was also stained red.

So sharp!

Han Yi knew that his fingers had practiced the marking, and now there was no problem with inserting iron sand, but now he just wiped the sword body lightly, and it was cut in an instant before he felt the pain, you must know that he is a master who can invent strength at any time, and there is a sense of wind and grass up and down his body,

At this point, it didn't seem to work.

Han Yi thought about it, and called Han Xiaoye to his side, "Xiaoye, come here."

"What are you doing?" Han Xiaoye was still a little embarrassed under the gaze of the crowd, but he also walked over with a twist, Han Yi looked at Han Xiaoye's head, his head shape was good, not to mention that Li Man usually didn't look out of tune, he was very grinning, but his hair skills were really good, Han Xiaoye changed from long hair to shawl short hair, and his hair was also dyed, but it was not eye-catching, it was basically black with a few different wisps of color, Han Yi looked at it at this time, and he could see it clearly, it was pear wood color.

Han Yi stretched out his hand and grabbed a few hairs from her before Han Xiaoye could react.

When Han Xiaoye screamed in pain and shouted, "Oops!", Han Yi chose a hair, raised the blade of the sword, and put his head up.

"Whew!"

Han Yi blew on his hair.

Then he seemed to hear a bang, and saw that Han Xiaoye's hair was directly broken into two.

Han Xiaoye was just about to kick Han Yi, but he also saw Han Yi's movements, and when he saw that his hair was blown, it broke into two, and he couldn't help but grow his mouth all of a sudden, "I'm grass!"

Han Yi glared at Han Xiaoye, and he didn't care about the occasion when he sweared, it seemed that he had less education in his usual life!

Han Xiaoye seemed to shout out everyone's thoughts, and his mouth grew in shock.

[Blowing hair and breaking hair, it's really a magic weapon?]

[Awesome, awesome!] I remember that the fastest knife in the village was Han Lao Liu's pig-killing knife, I don't know which of these two guys is faster?】

[It's hard to say, this sword looks more powerful, you see Xiao Yi blows, and his hair is broken!]

[Han Lao Liu's pig-killing knife is also like this, you don't know that I saw him do this, and his hair will break as soon as he blows!]

[Try again, try again!]

Everyone coaxed, Han Yi looked at the third grandfather, the third grandfather nodded, and asked someone to directly find a piece of scrap iron.

Scrap iron found, it turned out to be a broken pot lid, I don't know whose house, I didn't take it to the tattered money, and now it was found out, the village people were busy, and they had ideas, and they found two benches to put the broken pot lid on the bench and hang it in the air, and the height was raised a lot, so that it was convenient to swing the sword.

Han Yi got the consent of the third ancestor, and when the villagers got it done, he stood in front of the broken pot lid with his sword.

Han Yi looked at the broken pot lid, it should be made of pig iron, and there were still cracks at this time, but he didn't care, he stood up in a few steps, and thought about what method to use to split the broken pot lid in half.

"This pot lid is the size of a computer desk, very wide, very thick, it is difficult to break the sword in two in general, although this sword has the sharpness of blowing hair and breaking hair, but I just got it in my hand, I don't know if the strength can penetrate it, if you want to break it in two, only the waist attack can do it in the twenty-four sword momentum. ”

Han Yi had an idea in his head, and after thinking of hitting with his waist, he took half a step back, and put the sword on his waist with both hands, this sword was about eighty centimeters long, Han Yi held it with both hands, and the horse step under his feet, and when people were quietly looking at him, there was no noisy sound, his stomach swelled, and his waist and spine sent out force, and people only felt that the light flashed in front of them, and the long sword reversed a semicircle in mid-air.

Then there was a "bang!", and before he could react, he saw that the lid of the iron pot the size of a small table broke in two and fell off the stool.

Goodbye to the broken lid of the pot, smooth as a mirror.

Han Yi was also shocked, he didn't expect this sword to be even sharper than he imagined, he swung his sword and hit the lid of the pot, and he didn't feel resistance at all, just like cutting tofu, it was cut in an instant.

Han Yi took the sword in front of his eyes and looked at the blade, and saw that there was not the slightest scratch on the blade, and he couldn't see the slightest change.

Han Yi held the sword in one hand, and flicked it on the spine of the sword with the other, ding!

The sword emitted a continuous trill, and Han Yi's eyes lit up and he shouted, "Good sword!"

[Awesome, this is really sharp!]

[It's broken in an instant, I can't even see it clearly, Xiao Yishou is too fast!]

[It's really a divine weapon, it's almost the same as the Heavenly Sword!]

[**,Heavenly Sword is a novel, this is a real guy!]

[Alas, thousands of acres of fertile land, thousands of acres of fertile land, the ancestor really cast a good sword!]

After Han Yi finished trying the sword, everyone dispersed, although they still wanted to watch it for a while, but it was about to be five o'clock, and while the weather was cool, it was the right thing to go to the mountains to cut grass for the cattle and come back.

Everyone dispersed, the third ancestor left Han Yi to speak, and asked Han Yi to practice twenty-four sword postures to show him, Han Yi has learned all these days, but he is not familiar with it yet, at this time, although he is stumbling and looking forward to the practice, but the posture is standard, and there is a degree of advance and retreat, so let the third ancestor nod his head on the side.

When Han Yi finished practicing the twenty-four sword postures, the Third Patriarch said: "This two-handed sword is used to kill people on the battlefield, you have to learn to kill."