Each stage of the cultivation realm is limited by longevity, the lifespan of the Jindan period is generally four hundred and eighty years, and it is already against the sky to be able to last until five hundred years old, this old man has lived for a thousand years, and he is still practicing in the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, which has only been established for less than a hundred years, there must be something strange in this. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

With a stomach full of doubts, Lan Feng asked again: "You just said that you volunteered to become a sword immortal, isn't it good to be a sword immortal?"

The old man raised his head again and took a sip of wine, probably because the wine was too spicy, he narrowed his eyes, and then said with a wry smile: "The name Sword Immortal, anyone who sounds like it will feel awesome." But more of it is ridicule and disdain, because after all, in the cultivation realm, only when I cultivate to reach the stage of turning into an immortal can I call myself an immortal, and my cultivation is only in the Jindan period. ”

Lan Feng's eyes showed a look of confusion, and he was puzzled: "Old man, I am also very puzzled, how can there be a Jindan stage monk who is more than a thousand years old in this world? Unless, ...... Your cultivation has been very high. ”

"You're wrong. The old man shook his head, sighed lightly, and then said: "At that time, the old man was nearly seventy years old before he had an epiphany, but his talent was still not very good, and it would take at least a hundred years to build a foundation. ”

Lan Feng pondered deeply, and from the tone of this old man, he could know that it was because he had no choice but to cultivate immortals that he chose the Sword Immortal, so the status of the Sword Immortal in the cultivation realm should not be very high, and even a little lowly.

"Old man, you haven't told me what a sword immortal is?"

"Sword Immortal, to put it bluntly, is a monk who specializes in refining sword spirits, but he is different from ordinary monks, his cultivation grows very slowly, and he can't use spells. ”

Lan Feng's eyes flashed, and he frowned, "You can't use spells, how can it be?"

"Why not? There are so many strange things in this world, and you are still young. The old man looked up at Lan Feng, barely pulled out a smile, drank the rest of the wine, and then staggered to his feet, seemingly walking aimlessly forward.

Lan Feng hurriedly followed and asked again, "Senior, isn't the identity of the Sword Immortal high?"

The old man stopped suddenly, looked back at Lan Feng deeply, and said with a smile, "Your curiosity is very strong. ”

Lan Feng looked stunned, smiled back, and respectfully hugged his fists and said: "I have always asked if I don't understand, only if you ask more, you can understand more, so that you can take less unnecessary detours." ”

"Not bad. The old man nodded, turned around and continued to walk forward, Lan Feng's eyes flashed, and he found that as long as the old man walked, there would be many points of light floating back and forth, these points of light were large and small, and the colors were also different.

"The identity of the sword immortal is very low, because he doesn't know the immortal method, and is only responsible for refining the sword spirit, but from another angle, he is high, after all, for the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, a sect with flying swords as the main magic weapon, the sword spirit is indispensable. The old man said, suddenly turning around.

In the countless spots of light, Lan Feng saw the old man's strange smile.

"Sword spirits are everywhere, and you may also be refined into a sword spirit by me, and the quality should be not bad. ”

Lan Feng looked stunned, then laughed, shook his head, and said, "The old gentleman is really good at laughing." ”

"You've seen through it again. The old man chuckled, raised his eyebrows, took a few more steps, and finally stopped at the penultimate shelf, and said in a flat tone: "You can choose any flying sword on this shelf." ”

Lan Feng glanced at the shelf casually, turned his gaze, looked at the purple sword embryo he had just noticed when he was taking the wine, and nodded, "That flying sword is quite beautiful." ”

The old man followed Lan Feng's gaze, his face sank, and said, "Don't think about that." ”

"Why?" Lan Feng looked puzzled.

"That is the Purple Gold Sword, this is the only one in the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, even this entire nameless island, it is impossible to find such a pure and complete Purple Gold Material. The old man's deep eyes flashed, and he looked proud.

Lan Feng touched his nose and said thoughtfully: "Then it must be very precious, such a precious thing, it is placed in such a conspicuous place, are you not afraid of being stolen?"

"It's still too small. The old man sighed, and the moment he put his palm on Lan Feng's shoulder, he was secretly shocked in his heart, although this old man was only a Jindan stage cultivator, his internal strength was a little terrifying, even if he didn't know how to spell, in terms of strength, he could also deter one party.

The old man seemed to find Lan Feng's surprised eyes, his hand was lowered from his shoulder, and explained: "A flying sword without a sword spirit is a pile of broken copper and iron, although the purple gold material is very rare, but the evil qi is extremely heavy, it is the purple gold the size of a fingernail, if it is not used properly, it can also destroy a village, such a big purple gold sword, the sword spirit is not easy to find." ”

"Do you have a request for the Sword Spirit?"

The old man looked at Lan Feng's ignorant appearance, was speechless for a while, was silent for a long time, and asked rhetorically: "The purple gold sword is as heavy as the evil qi, can it control its sword spirit, can the evil qi be less?"

"Oh. Lan Feng nodded as if he didn't understand, his eyes were taken back from the purple gold sword, and he hugged his fist at the old man and said, "The disciple just went to the sect and doesn't understand anything, please ask the senior to choose a flying sword that suits me for me." ”

The old man glanced around the shelf, and with a slight wave of his hand, a gray flying sword at the top flew down and floated in front of Lan Feng.

When Lan Feng held the hilt of the sword in his hand, the old man walked past him, I don't know if it was because he was sober, he didn't shake it, his expression became serious, and said: "You are still in the inspection period for the time being, and you have not officially started, so the sword spirit will not be practiced first, and you will be equipped with a scabbard later, and you can go upstairs." ”

Lan Feng nodded, carefully examining the gray flying sword in his hand, the appearance of this flying sword was no different from the flying sword in Li Cunyu's hand before.

After pondering for a moment, he chased after him again, and couldn't help but ask, "Old man, the colors of this flying sword are different, is there any explanation?"

The old man had already returned to the corner, he sat in the corner again like he had just done, glanced at Lan Feng coldly, lowered his head and said, "Find me another pot of wine." ”

Lan Feng was looked at by him like this, and he had a complicated feeling in his heart, and after a moment of silence, he nodded respectfully, and then walked through the long passage again to find wine.

After he left, the old man suddenly raised his head and stared at the corner where Lan Feng had disappeared, his eyes were deep and a little terrifying.

After a while, Lan Feng came out, holding two jars of wine in his hands, trotted all the way to the old man, panting and said, "Old man, are these wines enough?"

The old man took a bottle of wine at random, opened it and put it on the tip of his nose to smell it, shook his head and said, "The vintage is too small, let's change it to a better bottle." ”