"I'm about to see Junior Brother Qiu's sword-wielding skills!"
Mo Buchou and Huang Fuzi both handed over their hands.
Chen Yang was stunned.
"Swordsmanship?"
"real or fake?"
"Qiu Jiansheng, a humble cultivator, actually has this inheritance."
"Let me ask, who doesn't have a dream of practicing swordsmanship? Going in and out of Qingming, with sword energy everywhere, how cool and unrestrained it is?!"
"It's just that sword cultivation is difficult to achieve because you have to give up so much. The qualification requirements are extremely high and your character is even worse."
"Besides the sword, there is nothing else."
"A mind that would rather break than bend."
"..."
Things like this can filter out 99% of people.
Chen Yang was also interested in the method of sword cultivation. He searched the Ten Thousand Demons Cave and found that there were only some techniques for handling swords, but the legendary sword cultivation was completely different.
He even saw in a classic book in the Cave of Ten Thousand Demons that when a powerful senior was traveling across the heavens, he witnessed the prosperity of a sword vein in a vast world.
In that big world, the lineage of sword cultivators stood side by side with Taoism and Buddhism, and they were divided into inner swords and outer swords, with astonishing killing power.
It's a pity that the senior master couldn't get back a sword cultivation inheritance.
In such a large world of immortal cultivation, there are only two or three truly decent sword cultivation inheritances, all of which are supreme methods.
Not to mention those inheritances, even among the outer sects of the Yin Demon Sect, Chen Yang had never seen or heard of anyone mastering the most basic sword-controlling skills.
"Is it possible that we need to open our eyes today?"
Just as Chen Yang was thinking this, he saw Qiu Jiansheng's face full of pride, he took out a box from his waist and spread it on his palm.
The box was narrow and long, slightly larger than a folding fan. Chen Yang had previously thought that the box contained a magic weapon, such as a folding fan.
Now looking at Qiu Jiansheng's posture, it is obvious that there is not a folding fan inside, but a sword.
When he thought of this, Chen Yang's expression became a little strange.
Mo Buchou and Huang Fuzi were all focused on Qiu Jiansheng, but did not notice the change in Chen Yang's expression.
Huang Fuzi rarely took the initiative and said: "Senior Brother Qiu's sword-controlling skills, we have known each other for many years and have only seen it once or twice."
"Today, thanks to Junior Brother Chen, I can finally meet him again."
Mo Bu Chou nodded and twirled his beard with the same look of anticipation.
Qiu Jiansheng laughed and was very interested. He muttered something in his mouth and pointed his sword fingers at the box held in his palm.
"Swish swish~"
The box moved in response to the sound, spinning smoothly in Qiu Jiansheng's palm. After the afterimage appeared, the box could be seen by the naked eye gradually getting larger.
One breath at a time.
Three breaths later, a sword box as wide as a guqin appeared in front of everyone, held by Qiu Jiansheng's hands.
Chen Yang blinked, covering up the disappointment that arose spontaneously.
He knew that he might not be able to see the sword-controlling skills in his mind today.
This was especially true after Qiu Jiansheng opened the sword box and took out an iron sword.
The iron sword actually looks very good. The sword body is matte and has a cold light from time to time. It seems to be blunt and powerful, but its edge is restrained.
"disease!"
Qiu Jiansheng took a few deep breaths, his face turned red, and he apparently activated all his spiritual power to the extreme, and threw the iron sword into the air.
The iron sword flipped upwards, barely touching the top of the Huxin Pavilion, and fell due to exhaustion.
Qiu Jiansheng saw the opportunity, clasped his hands together, pointed his two index fingers together, and pointed towards the falling iron sword.
At the same time, he closed his eyes.
The iron sword fell down a few more feet, and then a flash of blood flashed across it.