"Hey, little guy, what are you thinking?" looked at Ling Hu Chong, who was in a trance, and called out to Feng Qingyang.

"Well, nothing. Ling Hu Chong replied simply.

"No need to pretend, little one, you also want to get the legendary famous sword, right?"

"Nonsense! Who doesn't want it?! unless you're sick!"

"Ahh After saying that, Ling Fox sneezed for no reason, thinking that it was because the temperature around him was relatively cold these days!

"Hahaha, then follow me!" Feng Qingyang smiled, took a few steps forward, and as soon as the soles of his feet stepped on the ground, his figure rose into the air.

Ling Hu Chong followed behind, and was about to jump up with the movement of the clear wind, when the corner of his eye suddenly caught a glimpse of the latter's foothold before, and his heart was shocked, "How is it possible?!" There is not even a trace left! Is this the legendary snow treading without a trace? What a high light skill!!"

"Hey, little guy, are you still stunned? Come up quickly, don't you want to find a famous sword?" Feng Qingyang stood proudly on the top of the mountain, his robe was windless, and he looked at Ling Hu Chong, who was stunned, and said.

"Oh!" Ling Hu Chong replied, and his body jumped vertically, and he climbed up with the help of some strange rocks protruding from the mountain wall.

"Uncle Taishi, where is the famous sword you mentioned?" asked Ling Hu Chong impatiently.

"Hahaha, far away in front of you, the sword aura fluctuations I said came from under your feet!"

"Under my feet?" Ling Hu Chong lowered his head and looked carefully, and except for a few strange stones, he didn't see anything, let alone any famous swords!

"There's nothing under my feet, Uncle Taishi, you won't be fooling me, are you?" Ling Hu Chong said as he looked up at the unreliable old man in front of him.

"Nothing, so what's under your right foot?" said Feng Qingyang lightly.

"Under your feet?!"

Ling Hu Chong raised his right foot, only to see a piece of black as ink, with a slender dimple inside, with an irregular mottled shape and pitted, no matter how you look at it, it is just an ordinary stone

"Hey, is there any mistake? This thing is a famous sword? Isn't it just an ordinary broken stone? Are you kidding me?!" Ling Hu Chong's face suddenly became a little unsightly.

"Look closely, little one! This is no ordinary stone! It has been around for at least a thousand years!" Feng Qingyang pointed to the irregular lines on it and said.

"So this is an old antique, isn't it valuable?" asked Ling Hu Chong confusedly.

Feng Qingyang resisted Haibian's impulse and said, "Have you forgotten what I told you before?"

Ling Hu Chong thought for a moment and said, "What? How can I remember what you said so much!

"Bump—"

Feng Qingyang slowly withdrew his fist into his sleeve robe, with an indifferent look, Ling Hu Chong rubbed the second big bag on his head, and said with a sad and angry face: "Old man Feng, why do you always beat me?!"

Feng Qingyang ignored him, looking like he didn't care about himself.

Ling Hu Chong secretly cursed in his heart: "Damn old man, I curse you for having impotence in sexual affairs, as if this curse is the same."

"Ahem!" Just as Ling Hu Chong was secretly cursing, Feng Qingyang coughed dryly and cleared his throat and said, "This thing is not worth it by money!

"It's not a stone, can it be gold?" Ling Hu Chong pouted.

"It doesn't belong to metal, or there is no such metal in the world, its aura even surpasses the top three Soul Eaters among the top ten famous swords, I think it should come from the Nine Heavens Galaxy, or a piece of extraterrestrial meteoric iron, I have given it a loud and very attractive name in the past few decades - Nine Heavens Death Iron. Feng Qingyang stroked his beard and said.

"Cut! boring! I don't see anything special about this broken stone!"

"Since you don't believe it, try it. ”

"How do you try?"

"Use your sword. ”

Ling Hu Chong smiled and said: "Uncle Taishi, don't underestimate my matching sword, my sword is made of extremely pure fine iron, and even gold will be cut into two pieces by a sword!"

The corners of Feng Qingyang's mouth suddenly showed a playful arc and said, "Then you try." ”

"Okay!

Ling Hu Chong pulled out the long sword with a "swish", and slashed at the "Nine Heavens Iron" in the mouth of the wind Qingyang, with a crisp sound of metal collision, the long sword in Linghu Chong's hand shook for a while, but the "Nine Heavens Iron" under his feet did not change, not even a trace was left!

"This"

Ling Hu Chong's eyes revealed deep disbelief, his sword just now seemed random, but in fact, it could easily cut off a rock of the same size, and the "Nine Heavens Death Iron" in front of him didn't even show a trace! How could this not surprise Ling Hu Chong?!

glanced at Feng Qingyang, who seemed to be smiling, and a touch of stubbornness appeared in Hu Chong's eyes, and he looked at the "Nine Heavens Iron" under his feet again, and said, "I still don't believe it!"

Charging again, Ling Hu Chong slowly injected the internal force into the long sword along his arm, and the edge of the long sword was a little stronger, and in a moment, another sword slashed down angrily at the "Nine Heavens Iron"!!

"Bell!!"

There was another crisp metal crashing sound, and the long sword in Hu Chong's hand shook violently again, making his entire arm sore!

On the other hand, the pitch-black "Nine Heavens Dead Iron" miraculously did not leave even a trace!!

Ling Hu Chong was completely shocked, he clearly understood the power of the sword just now, even a half-human-high boulder or gold of the same size would be split into two pieces without any hindrance!

"Damn! I don't believe in this evil anymore!" Ling Hu Chong charged his strength again, and the internal force in his body rushed frantically towards the long sword.

Feng Qingyang was startled, and a hint of surprise suddenly appeared in his blurred eyes, "This is?"

"Drink!Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming!!"

Linghu Chong shouted, and the sharp long sword almost directly turned into an incomparable sword under the reflection of a vast white snow, and slashed down angrily!!

"Bell-"

With another crisp sound of metal impact, the long sword broke in response, and the periphery of the "Nine Heavens Dead Iron" seemed to ripple, rippling out, making the fox Chong grab the half-cut sword in his hand that almost wanted to fly out, his arm shook violently, and red blood oozed from the tiger's mouth!!

Ling Hu Chong's eyes froze instantly, accompanied by a shining light reflecting his cheeks from top to bottom, and a severed blade was slanted into the snow not far from him