The gold, silver and bronze medal competition in the Quartet has come to an end, and finally Gao Luofeng won the gold medal, Yu Dabao won the silver medal, and Lang Chuan won the bronze medal. As for the disciples who failed to obtain the tablets in the Quartet Realm, they all returned, and as for the disciples who died in battle, they rested in it forever.

After staying in this world for so long, Langchuan is no longer surprised, in this world, the strong are respected, and the weak are ants. Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs.

At this moment, everything was quiet, and night fell, Lang Chuan sat cross-legged in his house, holding the spoils he had received from Xiao Kui, his heart full of anticipation, because Xiao Kui had been killed, but the storage bag had easily erased his spiritual sense.

Lang Chuan poured his aura and spiritual sense into the storage bag, took a look, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he saw a jade bottle containing elixir, as well as more than a dozen shiny medium-grade spirit stones and a small piece of mahogany, although he didn't see the Xiao family's secret exercises, he still grinned very happily and said: "No guns, no cannons, the enemy made it for us." ”

He put a dozen spirit stones into the Qiankun bag, and then put the jade bottle and mahogany on the small table, intending to take a good look at what these two things were.

He gently sniffed a small piece of mahogany on the table, and in an instant, he suddenly felt a feeling of soul blending, extremely comfortable, Lang Chuan guessed, this thing must be a treasure that nourishes the soul body. Then, he was about to throw it into the Qiankun bag, when at this moment, the gentleman's sword on his back suddenly buzzed, automatically detached from its scabbard, and was inserted on the small table where the mahogany was placed.

At this sudden moment, Lang Chuan was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, staring at the gentleman's sword that flew out of the scabbard in a daze, and he didn't dare to move it for a long time, although this gentleman's sword was blunt, but he didn't think that the gentleman's sword with a strange temper would be slower than the speed at which he cast spells.

I don't know how long it took, but when Nanikawa saw that it was no longer moving, he cautiously walked out of the house.

"Boy, go out and get more soul-nourishing wood and come back!" Just as he was about to step out of the house, a somewhat weak woman's voice suddenly came from the house, Lang Chuan was startled in his heart, and then slowly turned his head, and found that there was no one in the house, and his scalp was numb, he never believed that there were ghosts in the world, but at this time in the dark night, such a voice suddenly came, just ask, who can not be afraid?

"Who is it? What kind of hero is hiding and hiding, you come out for me, I ...... I'm not afraid of you!Come out quickly!" Lang Chuan's voice trembled a little because he was too frightened, and then turned around and shouted.

"I'm not a hero, I'm not a hero, I'm not a hero. You said you weren't afraid of me, so what are you shaking?" a somewhat playful woman's voice came slowly.

"Where am I...... Where is it shaking, only ...... It's just that it's a little cold now, so it's a little shivering. Although Lang Chuan was indeed a little scared, he was stubborn and unconvinced, and then he thought, this is my house, why should I go out, even if there is a ghost, I will drive him out.

"Where are you, come out for me, what are your intentions in coming to my house? Get out of here quickly, or you will be ruthless." Nanikawa turned around and shouted as he walked back into the house.

"I'm here!" Suddenly, a cold voice sounded from inside the house again, and with a whoosh, the Junzi Sword suddenly flew up and went straight to the Langchuan, exuding an aura different from that of a human.

Lang Chuan was startled, turned around and ran out of the house, because he was too nervous, he tripped over the door panel and fell to the ground, fell into the mud, and then crawled out with a rolling belt.

The gentleman's sword, which had a different atmosphere from the past, suddenly rushed in front of Lang Chuan and said, "What are you running? I won't eat you again." ”

Lang Chuan swallowed his saliva fiercely, his eyes were firmly fixed on the gentleman's sword, which was only a fraction of a millimeter away from him, and said quietly: "You...... You chase me, of course I run, one punch is invincible to four hands, not to mention that you are a flying sword. ”

Before the words of "Soul Nourishing Wood ......" were finished, the gentleman's sword hovering in front of Lang Chuan suddenly lost any breath, and then fell to the ground with a clatter.

Lang Chuan touched the gentleman's sword with his foot, and found that there was no strange breath, and there was no reaction, suddenly, patted his chest, exhaled deeply, and sat on the ground.

"Soul Nourishing Wood, Soul Nourishing Wood, could it be that little piece of mahogany?" Lang Chuan thought secretly in his heart.

This thing hidden in the gentleman's sword doesn't seem to hurt himself, otherwise he will shed his skin if he doesn't die now, and Lang Chuan, who came slowly, thought about it for a while, and finally decided on the plan in his heart.

Lang Chuan swallowed his saliva, picked up the gentleman's sword at once, and walked towards the house.

He put the Junzi Sword together with a small piece of mahogany that he guessed was called the 'Soul Nourishing Wood', and then stepped aside to continue to observe the substantial changes in the Junzi Sword.

He sat on a plate without blinking and watched it for two hours, and he didn't notice any changes, maybe it was because he had consumed too much by flying around on his own just now, so it would take a long time to recover, Lang Chuan thought so, but fortunately he continued to meditate and ignored it.

I don't know how long it took, but Lang Chuan suddenly opened his eyes and found that the Junzi Sword was flying in front of him, as if he had been observing himself.

Lang Chuan was not frightened this time, and after learning from the past and thinking about it, he thought that the person who talked to him before was probably the sword soul of the fairy sword in the novel he read in his previous life.

"It's not like the master, why is there a familiar aura in him?" said the voice of a woman talking to herself again.

When Lang Chuan heard this, Junzi Jian was actually doubting the identity of his master, and frowned: "Of course I am your master!

Junzijian didn't answer his words, and continued to look around Lang Chuan.

I don't know how long it took, a woman's voice came from Junzi Jian again: "Do you know what a sword spirit is? I am the sword spirit of this sword, to be precise, I am the sword spirit of the Seven Star Sword." ”

Lang Chuan took the scabbard and looked at it over and over again, this obviously said that it was a gentleman's sword, why did it become a seven-star sword again?

Lang Chuan pointed to the scabbard in his hand and said, "Isn't this called a gentleman's sword?" ”

"The real name of this sword is Tianxuan Sword, it is one of the Seven Star Sword, and there are also Tianshu Sword, Tianji Sword, Tianquan Sword, Yuheng Sword, Kaiyang Sword, and Shaking Light Sword, and this scabbard has nothing to do with this sword, but it happened to be used by those who have attained the Dao. ”

Langchuan was inexplicable for a while, one would be the seven-star sword, the other would be the Tianxuan sword, and the other would be one of the seven-star swords.

Seeing that Lang Chuan was still a little unable to consume what he just said, he continued to explain after a period of silence: "The Seven Star Sword is the natal sword that my previous master had no sword to ask for, and later due to a big battle, when the master died, with the last trace of mana, he forcibly decomposed the natal sword into seven swords. I was originally the sword spirit of the Seven Star Sword, and because the Seven Star Sword has been disintegrated into seven swords, my current memory is not perfect. ”

After listening to her words quietly, Lang Chuan finally understood the origin of the sword and her, and finally exhaled, with a hint of excitement, feeling that this sword is very cowhideous, if I resynthesize those seven swords into a seven-star sword, it will not be a ** explosion!