There was a lot of debris piled up in front of me.
"So much junk?"
Taoist Tianxu was also a little surprised when he saw the mountains of swords in front of him.
There were many swords standing on the ground in various directions in the warehouse. At a glance, they were piled up into a small mountain.
Zhang Jian waved his hand casually, and an illusive cyan talisman appeared in his hand. The wind technique circulated, and a layer of breeze swept through, and layers of dust were suddenly carried away by the wind.
He was dressed in a blue silk robe, his black hair was simply tied up with a hair crown, his hair was long and shawl-length, his sleeves were wide, and he entered the warehouse at the head of the horse.
At this time, Qi Yi glanced at Master Tianxu from behind, shook his head and said: "What do you know, old man? This is my Qi family's collection for hundreds of years, and there are many treasures in it. Only the true and false can confuse people's ears!"
Taoist Tianxu shook his head and said, "You Jun Wang family are just not happy at all!"
Qi Yi ignored Taoist Tianxu's words. He first came to the cruel center, and then found an ancient sword with a purple hilt. He lifted it up slightly, and saw a bright sword light emerging, and the blade was like a sword.
Wang Qiushui is ordinary.
He held it in both hands and looked at it lovingly, then casually came to Zhang Jian.
"Brother Jian, this is a famous sword that was famous in the martial arts world a hundred years ago. It's called Ziyin. It was the sword in the hands of a great master, Master Longyin. With this sword, Master Longyin dominated the southern martial arts world.
Jiazi, with his sword, drank the blood of thousands of people from both black and white masters, he has a great reputation!"
Zhang Jian's eyes moved when he heard this, he also raised his hands to take the ancient sword, and waved it casually. His eyes suddenly lit up. His sensitive mind could feel the whistling wind in the air, and it was cut with silky smoothness, and there was an even stronger layer inside.
The murderous intention was revealed, and there seemed to be an evil ghost lingering at the tip of the sword.
This long sword has indeed left the lives of many warriors on it.
The strength of the sword's blade is also much tougher than that of an ordinary long sword.
There are probably only a few swords in the warehouse that can compare with this sword.
Zhang Jian was about to agree, but his mind still scanned the warehouse subconsciously. For a moment, his face was slightly startled, and he couldn't help but listen attentively.
"Buzz!"
He suddenly heard a strange whining sound in his ears.
This is not something that the mind ‘heard’.
But the Ten Thousand Realms Spiritual Knowledge Ball heard it, and he heard a childish voice, like the whisper of a baby.
Although this language is chaotic and unsystematic, it is indeed a ‘voice’!
Like a seed breaking through the soil.
Zhang Jian looked surprised.
This was the first time he encountered such a thing. Holding the Ziyin sword in his hand, he slowly approached the sound and finally came to a strange long sword.
It was an ancient sword stuck diagonally on the ground. It could be seen that it was once extremely luxurious and majestic.
To describe a sword as luxurious and majestic, it is extraordinary.
But now it is stained with rust, and the blade is covered with blood-colored dark black spots.
Putting down the Ziyin Sword in his hand, Zhang Jian casually pulled out the rusty ancient sword. When pulling out the rusty ancient sword, Zhang Jian noticed that the dragon ball in his sleeve exuded a hot smell.
It seems to have some resonance with the ancient sword in his hand.
The sound inside the rusty long sword was also louder.
It's still making a little noise, but it's obviously more active.
"Could this be spirituality?"
Zhang Jian's eyes were slightly bright.
All things have animism, and only with spirituality can one speak.
No matter what, living things are much stronger than dead things.
Seeing that Zhang Jian seemed to like the rusty sword in his hand, Qi Yi laughed and couldn't help but admire:
"Brother Jian has a good eye. This sword is also one of the few swords in the inventory!"
"This is the Dragon Sword!"
Qi Yi felt a little amazed.
These left-behind warlocks are a little different from Dangzhen and other body-forging warriors and internal-refining warriors. Zhang Jian obviously has no attainments at all in the appreciation of weapons, but he can jump to the most precious ancient weapon in this treasure house at a glance.
sword.
"Can this rag be considered a sword?"
Taoist Tianxu pointed at the rusty sword and couldn't help laughing.
He had noticed Zhang Jian's movements a long time ago, but using his spiritual mind to scan around, he didn't find anything strange.
Qi Yi glanced at Master Tianxu, shook his head and said, "You don't know what you are doing!
This sword is called the Dragon Song Sword. It is rumored that it was the sword of King Mian thousands of years ago. It is said to be extremely sharp and he once drank dragon blood. Have you ever heard of the legend of King Mian slaying a dragon? It is said that King Mian once defeated a dragon.
The dragon suppressed it and the Baishui River, so there are thousands of hectares of fertile land around the Baishui River!
This can be said to be a dragon-slaying sword!"
Hearing this, Taoist Tianxu flashed a strange look in his eyes, then he pointed at Qi Yi and said with a smile:
"Old Qi, you are really boasting!
Do you believe in such incredible folklore? What kind of monster is the dragon? It is almost like a god born in nature. Although King Mian is a noble prince, in the final analysis, he is just a mortal. What virtues and abilities does he have? He can hurt people.
And water spirits like dragons?"
"Nonsense? This is simply nonsense!"
Master Tianxu shook his head, he didn't believe it at all.
Water spirits such as dragons are too terrifying and can cause natural disasters at every turn. How can they be easily shot by human beings?
Zhang Jian felt thoughtful after hearing this. He did feel the movement of the dragon ball in his sleeve just now.
He asked casually: "Then why does this sword look like this?"
Qi Yi sighed when he heard this: "This sword has been passed down from generation to generation in the Qi family. I don't know why it became like this. It became like this a long time ago. If it wasn't still sharp, even I
The ancestors of the Qi family have always doubted whether we got a fake sword!"
Zhang Jian's eyes moved when he heard this, and he immediately put the Dragon Sword back in his hand.
"Since it is an inheritance from my grandfather, it is strong but difficult to use!"
Hearing this, Qi Yi looked at Zhang Jian and said with a smile: "Brother Jian, you don't have to be like this. This was a rule many years ago. Brother Jian can just take it for himself!"
After a slight pause, he smiled heartily and said: "What's more, Brother Jian is not an outsider! It's not against the rules!"
"this……"
Zhang Jian hesitated for a moment, then cupped his fists and said:
"My grandson, I would like to thank my grandfather for the gift of the sword!"
Zhang Jian's eyes were slightly bright, and he was indeed very curious about this sword.
Especially the ancient sword that still possesses spirituality.
Taking the rusty ancient sword in front of him, Zhang Jian had a hint of protectiveness in his eyes.
…
But when Zhang Jian chose the long sword in his hand, outside the Qi family, Long Nu looked gloomy, even a little depressed.
She has been staying around Qi Mansion for more than a month, but she has not yet sensed the existence carrying the Dragon Ball leaving Qi Mansion.
It's not like she didn't take the initiative, and even went to the trouble herself outside.
But it doesn't have much effect.
"So cunning?"
The dragon girl felt that something was a bit difficult.