The Qinling Mountains are thousands of miles away.
After Yu Wanning chased the wind for hundreds of miles, he finally saw the wisp of fist falling on the edge of a stream valley, blending in with the surrounding landscape. Yu Wanning fell in the air, only to find that there was more than just this place.
She was alone, and there was smoke rising from a thatched cottage not far away. In front of the thatched cottage, a dilapidated cover hung, with the five characters "Shibali Sword Shop" written on it.
Yu Wanning frowned. There was no Shibali Sword Shop marked on the map around the Qinling Mountains. And when Yu Wanning came to Xishu for the first time, she naturally had no idea where the Shibali Sword Shop was.
She was not in a hurry to catch the ray of fist intention and walked towards the sword shop.
Sure enough, outside the thatched cottage is a sword-making shop, equipped with stoves, bellows, blacksmithing tables, etc., and in the thatched cottage, a man wearing a green short shirt is holding a rice bowl and eating noodles. Outside,
Noodles were also drying on the roof of the thatched cottage. It was obvious that this man lived alone here.
"Asking for a sword?"
The man raised his head and glanced at Yu Wanning. She was pretty good-looking, with a delicate face, white skin, and slender legs. She was a beauty. It was a pity that he, Li Chunjun, and other women in the world were not interested. He frowned and said: "Please
As for swords, no, unless you have the ability to destroy my sword-making shop, get out of here as soon as possible."
"..."
Yu Wanning frowned, but she didn't say a word.
"Don't ask for a sword."
Yu Wanning said: "I am a martial artist who has traveled around the world. I have just arrived here. I don't know where this place is and who are you?"
"interesting."
The man put down the noodles, stood up and walked to the door, saying: "My name is Li Chunjun, a forger of iron and swords. There used to be a town in the mountains here, exactly eighteen miles away from this shop, so it was called Shibalipu. I'm here."
After that, I bought this shop and renamed it Shibali Sword Shop. If you are looking for a sword, there is no one. If you are thirsty and hungry and want something to eat, there is one here."
"No, thank you very much."
Yu Wanning smiled faintly: "I don't ask for a sword, nor do I ask for food. I'm just passing by. I'll leave after I gain some benefit from my boxing practice. I won't bother you."
She turned around and left, speechless in her heart, what a weirdo.
Li Chunjun picked up the noodles again and frowned, he was really sick.
…
Yu Wanning began to get busy, cutting down trees in the mountains, and built a wooden house not far from the stream. He also lived in a house. The martial artist was physically strong, and it was not the first day that Yu Wanning walked around the world, so he built a house.
It can be said that she is very familiar with it. She has built her hut in half an afternoon, and immediately started to practice boxing after boiling the broth again, eating and drinking.
That wisp of fisting intention loomed in the jungle again. Yu Wanning practiced boxing until midnight. In the middle of the night, she was sweating profusely from practicing boxing. At this time, she suddenly felt like she was being assisted by a god.
It felt like the next moment, that ray of fist intention was lingering around Yu Wanning's body, entering his Dantian, and began to be used by him.
"call……"
Yu Wanning was overjoyed. She suddenly felt enlightened and her heart was buzzing and trembling. She immediately tried the boxing technique again without hesitation. The moment the boxing pile was opened, she felt that all the meridians in her body were...
Continuously broadening, the strong fist spirit lingers all over the body, and the wisps of true energy "sizzling" temper the body, and the whole person is undergoing a transformation.
In the early morning, the Bingshendan was emitting a ray of light, and Yu Wanning breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, it finally came naturally, and she succeeded in breaking through the realm naturally. When she opened her eyes, she was already an eleventh-level martial artist. Moreover, he was an Eleventh Level martial artist with an extremely solid foundation. Countless golden martial arts gathered in the sky above the Qinling Mountains, and they all fell down the next moment, being refined and absorbed by Yu Wanning.
At this moment, in addition to Chen Ben, Chen Xi, and Lin Ruo, the human race once again has one of the few eleventh-level warriors in the human race. In terms of background, Yu Waning's Tianyuan state is probably not inferior to Chen Xi and Lin Ruo. There are many, but as for the monster Chen Ben, they cannot be compared. Among the eleven warriors, Chen Ben is the only one, there is no doubt about it.
"Um?"
Over there at the sword shop, Li Chunjun, who was lying on the bed, thinking about the days when he was young and practicing with his brothers from the Mo family's ancestral family, narrowed his eyes and glanced at that place. He actually broke through and became an eleventh-level martial artist. Although the woman is sick, she is still good at practicing boxing. This talent is probably rare in the human world.
…
Qinling Mountains, deep in the mountains and forests.
A giant python that is tens of meters long is entrenched, and it is about to cultivate spirituality. If this giant python takes a few more years, it may be able to cultivate into a demon, and the moment it takes shape, it will probably reach the sixth or even seventh realm. At this time , this giant python had just swallowed a mountain deer and was taking a nap with its eyes closed, but under the moonlight of the waning moon, a figure was walking from the depths of the wilderness.
It was a young man wearing a purple gown, carrying a rusty long sword behind his back. There was a faint anger in his eyes. He raised his head and glanced at the giant python, and sneered: "Evil beast, Just because you want to spy on me?"
The giant python didn't care about the number of them and just killed them.
The young man drew his sword, and the light of the sword flashed past. The giant python's head was already missing, and its huge body was rolling in the forest, crushing grass and countless trees.
"Tsk tsk!"
At this moment, a sneer came from an old tree not far away. It was an old man wearing a gray robe. He was leaning on the tree trunk like a cicada. If you don't look carefully, you can't tell. His hair was all wet. Already gray, he squinted his eyes and looked at the young sword cultivator's long sword, and said with a smile: "My little friend, your sword is so rusty that you can't pull it out, right? As a sword cultivator, you can't get to this point. It's really rare. You must be a stupid young man who has been practicing in the mountains for many years and has never been born, right?"
The young swordsman smiled slightly: "This senior has good eyesight, it is true. This junior followed the master and grew up in the mountains. This... is the first time he has been out of the mountains!"
"really not bad."
This old man is a wild cultivator from the Qinling Mountains of Western Shu, named Song Cheng, who is from the Galaxy Realm. He has been traveling in the wilderness for many years, specializing in various treasures such as relics of saints. His Galaxy Realm also uses this kind of wild dog. In the past two days, the Xunlu Sword, one of the ten swords in the world, was born, which caused a great sensation in the world, so monks from the world of Shuzhou flocked to the Qinling Mountains to see Everyone's sword is like a deer-seeking sword, and the whole world has changed.
Song Cheng looked at the long sword in the hands of the young swordsman. The whole sword was about to rust. He didn't know how many years it had been since he had pulled it out. However, after killing a giant python that was about to become a spirit, this The rust on the sword body made a "sizzling" sound, as if the rust was melting on its own, which made Song Cheng feel a little fishy. Could this sword be the legendary Xunlu Sword?
No matter what, after grabbing it, this kid looks like he is in the seventh or eighth realm, and he has little experience in the world. Isn't it easy for me to handle the galaxy realm?
For a moment, Song Cheng narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "Little friend, what is the origin of this sword of yours?"
"Master passed it on, but he didn't name it either. I don't know if it has any origin."
"oh……"
Song Cheng smiled and said: "The sword is stained with rust and it doesn't look very easy to use. Why don't I... for the sake of my fate with you, I will exchange a piece of green clam money for your sword?"
The young sword cultivator clicked his tongue and said with a smile: "Senior is really an ancient man. You can obviously rob me, but you still want to give me a green clam. I'm a little touched."
"It seems that you are seeking death on your own."
Song Cheng stood up with a flick of his sleeves and said with a smile: "I didn't want to kill you, but you just don't want to live, so you can't blame others. Do you really think you can kill someone with this rotten sword in your hand?"
"sure!"
The young swordsman gently rubbed the rust on the sword and said with a smile: "It's just a little rusty, but it doesn't matter. There is a saying about my sword, which is called... 'One sword brings tetanus, two swords meet the ancestors'." Seniors live
As you get older, it’s time to meet your ancestors.”
"It seems that you really want to die!"
Song Cheng's gaze became more and more ferocious. He waved the bloody talisman in his hand and attacked directly without saying a word. However, the young swordsman didn't seem to care at all. He thrust his sword forward and refused to evade.
, the sword cut the spiritual power of the talisman into two pieces, and then the sword light swept down and struck Song Cheng's shoulder, cutting off the collarbone and falling downwards.
In an instant, Song Cheng was shocked, knowing that he had underestimated the opponent. This kid turned out to be a Galaxy Realm sword cultivator, but it was too late to regret it. The opponent's chest was burned by the talisman, and a sword pierced Song Cheng's heart.
…
Early morning, Shibali Jianpu.
The sound of horse hoofs roared, and countless figures of cavalry appeared outside the Shibali Sword Shop. It was the tens of thousands of Xishu cavalry led by Li Chuyun. At this time, they had entered the depths of the Qinling Mountains. Looking at the Shibali Sword
Li Chuyun frowned. He really couldn't afford to offend him. Although he was expelled from the Mo family's ancestral court, he was still a great monk in the Twelfth Realm and a famous swordsmith of a generation. He couldn't be offended.
"Senior Li."
Li Chuyun raised his fist towards the blacksmith shop and said with a smile: "I'm not here for you."
"roll!"
Li Chunjun never had a good look towards these people in the government. There was no good person, and good people would become filthy soon after entering the government.
"yes!"
Li Chuyun pulled the reins and led the crowd to rush not far away, surrounding Yu Wanning's thatched cottage, and said with a faint smile: "I wonder who is so bold to break through in our territory of Xishu?
Do you think you don’t have to pay the price for eating so much martial arts luck? Suffer a quick death and spit out all the luck that has eaten up my Shuzhou!"
Yu Wanning walked out of the thatched cottage with cold eyes: "Until death!?"
