After seeing off Queen Yu Shuangling, Ye Yang said hello to everyone, then returned to his room and sat down slowly.
Looking inside, he saw a small sword about the same size floating above his own spiritual power seed.
As the spiritual power circulated, it poured into the sword body one after another. The small sword let out an excited cry, greedily absorbing the spiritual power.
With the nourishment of spiritual power, the little sword became brighter and brighter, sending a vague message of gratitude to Ye Yang, making Ye Yang extremely excited.
The Yushuang Spiritual Emperor once said that the power of a medium-grade spiritual weapon depends on the nourishment of the spiritual person himself, but it is impossible for any spiritual person to provide spiritual power to the spiritual weapon without reservation.
But Ye Yang is different. If he wants to advance, he needs to keep spending. Now with this spiritual weapon, he can practice all the time. It can be said that he kills two birds with one stone.
Ye Yang nourished the little sword with the spiritual power in his body without any reservation, and believed that it would not be long before it could help him fight.
"Since you come from the underground abyss, let's call you Dragon Abyss Sword. The dragon lurks in the abyss, and one day it will soar into the sky." Ye Yang looked at the small sword in his body and said softly.
"Buzz" the little sword murmured softly, as if responding to Ye Yang.
"Okay, I will call you Long Yuanjian from now on, and you will be proud of the world with me in the future." Ye Yang laughed and reached out and took out a secret book.
Gently touching the writing "Sword Control" on it, Mu Yuqing's pretty face appeared in front of his eyes, and Ye Yang's heart surged with warmth.
This sword-controlling book is a handwritten manuscript, covered with graceful calligraphy in small regular script, and tainted with Mu Yuqing's unique fragrance. It was definitely written by her skillful hands.
It's just that "The Art of Sword Controlling" is one of the three treasures of the Yuhua Palace, and it should never be passed on to anyone else. However, Mu Yuqing and his apprentice insisted on copying it to Ye Yang. This feeling was simply too heavy.
Ye Yang studied it carefully all the way, not wanting to miss a word. After half an hour, Ye Yang put it away carefully.
The sword-controlling technique is different from the spirit-controlling technique that Mu Yuqing taught him in the lava cave. The spirit-controlling technique is only an entry-level technique.
Sword control is a master-level skill. Although the level is not specified, Ye Yang knows that it is definitely above the earth level.
Even with his understanding, it took him an hour to master the most basic techniques. What surprised Ye Yang the most was that there was a secret method that could increase the number of Longyuan Swords.
This is simply a heaven-defying secret method. As long as the spiritual power is enough, it can be used to copy the sword light with 80% power similar to the Dragon Abyss Sword.
Although this kind of sword is not a physical entity, but is copied with the help of the spirituality of Longyuan Sword and condensed with spiritual power, it is still extremely powerful.
The theory of splitting in the secret book is a bit similar to when Ye Yang transplanted spiritual power seeds into Meng Fei's body, which would cause certain damage to the body.
But as long as there is sufficient spiritual power, this kind of copying can be carried out indefinitely, which can be said to be extremely unnatural.
Imagine that a spirit has super control over hundreds or even thousands of weapons. Who among the same level can resist it?
Ye Yang smiled slightly and used his spiritual power to peel off a trace of body energy from Longyuan Sword, and then nourished it.
With the injection of spiritual power, the spiritual sword began to slowly grow in size, and the sword body that was originally like smoke began to slowly solidify.
Ye Yang reached out and made a move, and another translucent Longyuan Sword appeared in Ye Yang's hand. With a slight shake, the stone platform in front of him separated silently, and the cut surface was as bright as a mirror.
"In terms of sharpness alone, it can be compared to ordinary weapons, but it seems not strong enough and needs a long time of nourishment."
Ye Yang took the Spirit Sword back into his body. When he saw the Long Yuan Sword in his body, Ye Yang was shocked. The Long Yuan Sword had lost all its brilliance, as if it was dying.
He quickly used all the true energy in his body to nourish Long Yuan Sword without any reservation. After Ye Yang increased his spiritual power and nourished it, Long Yuan Sword slowly regained its vitality.
Ye Yang let out a long breath, secretly blaming himself for being too impatient. The Long Yuan Sword had just been activated and its body was extremely fragile. It was too dangerous to do so.
Fortunately, nothing serious happened. Ye Yang nourished the two swords at the same time, and later decided to only use the spirit sword to fight, so that even if it was lost, it could still be copied.
After practicing sword control for a while, Ye Yang was interrupted by a knock on the door. "Master Tianwuhou, the swearing-in ceremony is about to begin. Please move over."
Ye Yang withdrew from the practice with some reluctance, opened the door and walked out.
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On the battlefield that extends for hundreds of miles in front of the imperial palace, eight hundred thousand troops have been assembled, each with bright guns and armor, exuding the aura of killing.
Although they are not the protagonists today, they are still excited because this is the largest war against Uda since the founding of the Tianwu Empire.
When Ye Yang and his party arrived, they actually saw Lan Caidie in the square. At this time, she had stabilized her cultivation level at the first level of King Wu, and her aura was no longer as floating as in the secret realm.
Seeing Ye Yang's arrival, Lan Caidi pulled a middle-aged man to Ye Yang and said, "Ye Yang, let me introduce to you, this is my father."
When Ye Yang saw that this middle-aged man looked similar to Lan Wenjun, he knew that he must be Lan Caidi's father, the lord of Qingfeng City - Lan Haishan.
"Junior Ye Yang, I have met my senior." Ye Yang gave a junior salute.
Lan Haishan didn't expect that Tianwuhou, who was at the height of his power in the Tianwu Empire, would treat him with the courtesy of a junior when he met him. He was immediately filled with emotion. He was neither arrogant nor impetuous. He was worthy of being the number one among the Tianwu princes.
"Marquis Tianwu is too polite, I don't dare to take it seriously. This time I want to thank Marquis Tianwu for rescuing the little girl in the secret realm," Lan Haishan said gratefully.
Ye Yang thought of Lan Wenjun and said sadly, "I'm really sorry for what happened to Brother Wenjun."
On the contrary, Lan Haishan waved his hand and said, "People who practice martial arts struggle on the edge of life and death every day. Who can live forever? This time I led a group of masters from Qingfeng City to avenge Wenjun."
Ye Yang was surprised and said, "You want to follow the battle in person?"
You must know that the general city lords are hereditary nobles. They rarely participate in wars directly and are often only responsible for guarding.
Lan Haishan said, "This time not only our Qingfeng City, but also Feixue City, Tianyi City, and Pingnan City are participating. This time we are going to have a real bloody battle."
Ye Yang turned around and took a closer look. Sure enough, there were four waves of people standing quietly on one side of the square. King Pingnan and two other strange men came over.
A man with a cold face nodded to Ye Yang, glanced at Ye Yuhan behind Ye Yang, and stopped talking.
Ye Yuhan said, "That's my dad."
Ye Yang and the others suddenly realized, as expected, trees bear different fruits, Ye Yuhan was already cold enough, and he cherished words like gold, and his father simply didn't even utter a word.
It was King Pingnan who introduced Ye Yang to Ye Yang. This was Ye Tianxing, the elder brother of the city lord of Feixue City, and the head of the Ye family.
During the introduction, a quarrel attracted them.
"You little bastard, your wings are hard, right? You think I won't be able to deal with you if you don't go home?"
"Old guy, I'm warning you, I'm hanging out with the boss now. If you dare to beat me again, my boss will definitely deal with you."
"Fart, it's natural for me to beat you, who can say anything?"
"Nonsense, if you dare to hit me, my brothers will definitely chop you into eight pieces."
I saw Meng Fei followed by a black-faced man, making a quarrel with his face red. The two of them opened and closed their mouths and cursed "little bastard" and "old guy".
Everyone looked at each other in shock and didn't know why for a moment.
Lan Haishan shook his head and explained to everyone that the black-faced man was Meng Fei's father, named Meng Zhengxiong, who was the lord of Tianyi City.
Seeing the quarrel between the two, everyone quickly separated the father and son. Ye Yang said to the angry Meng Zhengxiong, "Uncle Meng, please calm down. This boy Meng Fei is not very sensible. Why do you have to argue with him?"
Meng Zhengxiong dared to beat and scold his son, but he did not dare to be rude to Marquis Tianwu. He quickly said, "Marquis Tianwu is too polite. I don't dare to be called uncle."
"It doesn't matter, Meng Fei is my brother, you deserve this title," Ye Yang said with a smile.
Before Meng Zhengxiong could say anything, Meng Fei said, "Did you hear that? I am the brother of Marquis Tianwu. We will be peers from now on. You can't bully me all the time."
Meng Zhengxiong's face turned black with anger, and he was about to explode when he saw Ye Yang's face darken and shouted, "Meng Fei, why are you talking? Hurry and apologize to Uncle Meng."
Meng Fei suddenly trembled with fright. Even though he was reluctant, he still said, "Dad, I was wrong."
Meng Zhengxiong obviously didn't expect that Meng Fei, who refused to bow to him even to death, would actually apologize to him at Ye Yang's words, and he felt as if his five-flavor bottle had been overturned.
Meng Zhengxiong slowly took out a food box from his ring, handed it to Meng Fei and said, "Your mother has been thinking about you since you left. This time I heard that you were going to go on an expedition, so she specially made a box of your favorite peanuts when you were a child.
Give it to you"
Meng Fei, who originally felt very wronged, was suddenly struck by lightning. He took the food box with both hands and couldn't hold back his tears.
"Mother, my child is unfilial," Meng Fei cried loudly while holding the food box.
Ye Yang patted Meng Fei on the shoulder. From Meng Fei's performance, he had already seen that there were certain obstacles in communication between Meng Fei and his son, and now was a good time to resolve the obstacles.
Ye Yang said, "Actually, your parents love you very much. I heard that you are going to go on an expedition, and the top combat forces in the city are coming. What else are you dissatisfied with?"
Meng Fei nodded, stood up slowly, and carefully put away the food box.
Meng Zhengxiong shouted, "You know, we care more about you this time. Do you know what it means to have good intentions?"
Meng Fei curled his lips in disdain and said, "You talk a lot of nonsense. Don't you know what being reserved is?"
"Little bastard, you..."
Everyone was speechless. The father and son were definitely enemies. The atmosphere that had just been brewing disappeared in a few words.
At this time, the swearing-in ceremony had already begun, and the Tianwu Emperor Wu Zhengyang read an impassioned poem.
After that, there will be some memorial ceremonies. After the ceremony, there will be a blast of drums and the ceremony will begin.
Suddenly, more than a dozen monsters appeared in the sky and rushed toward everyone. (To be continued)