"I didn't expect this Tibetan Sword Villa to have such a good thing at the bottom of the box!"

Ling Hu Chong was already a little unable to suppress the ecstasy in his heart, if he got the second unsheathed among the top ten famous swords, he could imagine how much his strength would skyrocket in the future!

In the past, you had to be careful to avoid the edge of the opponent who held the famous sword, and you need to win in danger, and this situation will never happen again after obtaining the unsheathed!

Looking at the sword shadow on the stone platform, Ling Hu Chong had already begun to get into obscenity, but the only thing he couldn't figure out was why the ancient sword soul set the sword mound as a reward for the sword competition in the Tibetan Sword Villa?

Of course, these are not what Ling Hu Chong needs to think about, the only thing he has to do now is to take off the unsheathed sword on the stone platform and then take Ying Ying and pat his ass and leave!

Thinking of this, Ling Hu Chong rose up directly, and stepped on the water waves directly to the stone platform, obviously, there is no mechanism here!

However, Ling Hu Chong's face collapsed in an instant!

What kind of famous sword is there on this stone platform? It's obviously a piece of embroidered tatters that can't be embroidered anymore! No wonder the ancient sword soul is so generous!

From the blade to the hilt, there is hardly a spot on the whole body that can be seen, and it is all unsightly iron filings and moss!

However, it is the fluctuation of the aura that emanates from this broken thing, otherwise Ling Hu Chong would definitely turn around and take a dragon spring or a gentleman's sword and pat his ass and leave!

Ling Hu Chong made a move with his right hand, and the pool water that had been silent for hundreds or even thousands of years in the pool finally began to flow, slowly gathering into a whirlpool, and under the traction of Ling Hu Chong, it turned into a rough column of water and rushed towards the unsheathed sword!

He believed that these iron filings were just the result of years of dust, and as long as they were washed by water, the brilliance of the famous sword would be restored!

However, after the flood, all that was removed was the moss on the hilt. The iron filings on the sword body have not moved at all!

In desperation, Ling Hu Chong reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword, took a deep breath and pulled it up.

Prior to this, Ling Hu Chong had the intention of not being able to do it, and he didn't have much hope that he would be recognized by the unsheathed sword......

However, as the sword body slowly broke away from the stone platform, Hu Chong felt in horror that it was not he who was drawing his sword, but the sword that was rushing upwards by himself!

"There's a doorway!"

Unsheathed out of the stone platform, it was not very difficult to hold in Ling Hu Chong's hands, and he tried to swing it from side to side like the famous sword wielder he had fought before. But there were no electric or fiery swords......

"What should I do? The old man of the ancient sword soul is only allowed to take a sword out, should I choose a new sword and throw this tattered or walk away with this rag?"

For a while, Linghu Chong fell into a dilemma, taking away the unsheathed and feeling sorry for those swords, giving up the unsheathed and afraid of missing the opportunity to get the famous sword, maybe this sword needs some special way to open the front?

After thinking about it for a long time, Ling Hu Chong finally decided to gamble with himself!

Wrap the rusty unsheathed sword in a piece of linen cloth and make Fox Chong carry it behind his back and go back.

Because the trap had already been stepped on when he came, it seemed very easy to go back.

On the road. Thinking of the unsheathed sword language, Hu Chong really felt a great irony, unsheathed, referring to the absence of a scabbard, your brother-in-law's tattered sword scabbard has a woolen thread!!

Review the swords on both sides of the passage one by one. Ling Hu Chong felt heartache, maybe one day when the idle egg hurts, he will come back and loot this place!

Ling Hu Chong's heart thought of the idea of "looting" evilly.

A ray of light belonging to the sun appeared in front of him, and the fox rushed towards the light, and his body returned to the ground from the ground in a vertical leap.

Ying Ying was squatting in front of the tunnel and watching. The fox conflict suddenly burst out, which brought her more relief than fright, and finally let go of a heart, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

The ancient sword soul sat indifferently on the stone bench and tasted the tea carefully. Linghu rushed out, he just opened half of his eyes and glanced at it, and continued to drink tea.

Ling Hu Chong hugged his fist at the ancient sword soul and said: "Master Guzhuang, I have already obtained the sword, thank you for the gift, we will leave." ”

"Hmm. ”

Gu Jian Soul took another sip of tea and said lightly.

"Let's go, Yingying. ”

Linghu Chong took Yingying's little hand and led her all the way out of the Tibetan Sword Villa.

After Linghu Chong and the two left, the ancient sword soul stroked his beard and said to himself meaningfully: "It seems that the unsheathed has already recognized the master, and it is not in vain that our ancient family has been watched by ten generations......"

......

"Brother Chong, what kind of sword are you carrying on your back? Take it out and show me. ”

After walking some distance, Ying Ying specially pulled Linghu Chong to a deserted forest and asked curiously.

"Well...... this"

Ling Hu Chong scratched his head in embarrassment, thinking that if the piece came out, it would be despised by Yingying, and if he didn't take it out, he couldn't say it, and when he was hesitating and in a dilemma, Yingying had already snatched the sackcloth package on his back!

Ying Ying smiled: "You don't let me see it, I just want to see what kind of treasure it is!"

Saying that, regardless of Ling Hu Chong's objection, Ying Ying flashed her body and opened the bandage, and saw a "tattered" stall at a glance.

"What is this ......?"

Ying Ying couldn't believe her eyes at first, but after looking closely, she still felt a little trance.

"I've told you a long time ago that you don't listen, it's nothing!"

Ling Hu Chong smiled, took the unsheathed from the stunned Ying Ying, bandaged it with a linen cloth and carried it back on his back.

"Let's go!"

Linghu Chong patted Ying Ying, who was in a daze, and Ying Ying's pupils returned to focus.

Seeing Ying Ying staring at herself with a different face, Ling Hu Chong smiled awkwardly: "Don't look at me with such eyes, tell you a secret, the name of this sword is unsheathed." ”

"Unsheathed?"

Ying Ying repeated, and her impression seemed to be where she had heard the name.

"Second among the top 10 famous swords. Ling Hu Chong added.

"Is that it?"

In Yingying's eyes, it was incredulous that she had climbed to the peak.

Linghu Chong said: "I can be sure, but we have to find a way to restore it to its original state, of course, ordinary polishing alone will not do anything." ”

Ying Ying believed in the words of Ling Hu Chong, a master of swordsmanship, and since he said that the sword was sealed with power, then she had to find a way to untie it.

"Brother Chong, I know there is someone who can help us. Ying Ying thought about it for a long time and said suddenly.

"Who is it?" asked Ling Hu Chong.

Legend has it that this man lived in the mountains as a hermit in his later years, and his sword-forging skills were unparalleled in the world, but few people knew about them in the rivers and lakes. ”

Linghu Chong interjected: "What's his name, let's talk about the point." ”

"His surname is Yin, and some of the older generation in the rivers and lakes who know him call him 'Casting Sword Yin Lao'. (To be continued......)