Lin Fan returned home and found no one at home, so he called Ling Xuefei.
Soon, the call was connected, and a gentle and pleasant voice came from the receiver, "Hey, hubby, are you back?"
"Well, I just came back." Lin Fan asked, "Honey, where have you and the children been?"
"I'm at the company, and Qiqi is taking the three little guys to explore the world..." Ling Xuefei's tone was quite helpless.
Qiqi seems to have an inexplicable obsession with traveling in the world and doing chivalry. Most girls her age like to watch idol dramas, read romance novels, go shopping with her best friends, etc., but Qiqi is completely obsessed with these.
Wu Gan, what I like most is to explore and explore the ruins.
My destiny is to be a princess, but I prefer to live the life of a heroine.
No, there is a ruins near the northwest city of Ningchuan. This may be the last ruins of this summer vacation. Naturally, Qiqi will not miss it. She pesters Ling Xuefei to persuade her to agree to explore the ruins.
When Qiqi and Ling Xuefei were acting coquettishly, Ling'er and Tinker Bell happened to come to Tianshui Xiangquan to find Xiao Qiwan. After the three little guys knew that Sister Qiqi was going to explore the ruins, they clamored to go with them.
Under the joint attack of four little guys, Ling Xuefei only held on for a few minutes before surrendering.
agreed.
So early in the morning, Qiqi took her three younger siblings and embarked on a journey!
After they set off, Huofeng quietly followed them.
With the fire phoenix following, Ling Xuefei felt relieved, otherwise no matter how coquettish and playful Qiqi and the others were, Ling Xuefei would not have agreed.
"Calculating the time, the Ningchuan ruins are almost ready to open at this time," Ling Xuefei said.
"Haha, these little guys..." Lin Fan smiled helplessly, with a touch of tenderness flashing in his eyes, and said, "But there is a fire phoenix following, so don't worry, she will protect them."
"Yeah, well, it's really reassuring to have the fire phoenix follow." Ling Xuefei also agreed.
On Earth today, Huo Feng's strength can be said to be second only to Lin Fan. With her accompanying him, there is really no need to worry about safety.
The two chatted for a while and then ended the call.
Lin Fan walked into the villa, sat on the sofa, took out the broken sword from the storage ring, and looked at it carefully.
This broken sword once reached the level of an immortal weapon. Although it is only a low-level immortal weapon, this is enough to show that its origin is not simple. Even if it is cut off and its quality has dropped, it is still a top-level magical weapon and can be placed in the Kunlun Immortal Realm.
It is the most advanced magical weapon.
Moreover, the quality of the broken sword itself is secondary. What is more important is that the broken sword contains the inheritance of its owner!
Lin Fan knew this when he held the broken sword.
Lin Fan released his spiritual consciousness and poured into the broken sword.
There is a trace of the remnant soul of its owner sealed in the broken sword. As long as the blood is dripped on the broken sword, the formation will be activated, the remnant soul will be awakened, and a series of tests will be carried out. If you pass it, you can obtain his inheritance.
If you fail, you will become an idiot...
However, Lin Fan did not make these twists and turns, and his spiritual consciousness roughly invaded the internal space of the broken sword.
Inside Broken Sword, there was a space in a state of grand mist. Everything that came into view was white, like a heavy fog. After Lin Fan's consciousness came in, it transformed into a human form and flew straight in a certain direction.
A moment later, Lin Fan found the remaining soul of the owner of the Broken Sword in the Broken Sword space.
He is an old man with silver hair and a long goatee. He is wearing a gray and white loose robe. He has his eyes slightly closed and his face is rosy. He has a somewhat fairy-like charm. His hands are behind his back, holding hands.
He was holding a simple long sword, and the tip of the sword was exposed from the old man's shoulder.
The long sword was clearly what it looked like when the broken sword was intact.
"wake up!"
Lin Fan shouted in a solemn voice.
The white-haired old man's eyes suddenly opened, and sword light flashed through his cloudy eyes.
Then, the old man looked at Lin Fan, his eyes lit up slightly, he stroked his beard with his left hand and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, I have been waiting for thirteen thousand and five hundred years, and finally I have found the right person. Young man, I am surprised to see your bones."
, is gifted with extraordinary talent and is a genius in cultivation. Are you willing to accept my inheritance?"
Lin Fan slowly shook his head.
"Ahem, you young man probably doesn't know what a great opportunity you have encountered!" The old man's face froze for a moment, as if he was a little embarrassed. He coughed twice and continued to stroke his beard and said: "My name is Xiaoyaozi.
The most powerful swordsman in the history of the Great Luo Heaven Realm, he is known as the Sword Master. He has traveled across the Great Luo Heaven Realm for thousands of years without encountering an opponent. In the way of swordsmanship, I can be said to be the best in the world!"
"It's a pity that I died unexpectedly when I was on my way to heaven. Only this residual soul is left, entrusted in my sword 'Wentian', wandering in the starry sky, and I don't know where it fell."
"Young man, since you have obtained Wentian, you are destined to me. I am willing to give you my inheritance. With my inheritance, you will save hundreds and thousands of years of hard work, and your future achievements will be limitless."
"Young man, as long as you kneel down in front of me and call me "Master" respectfully, you will accept my inheritance!"
Hearing this, Lin Fan smiled and shook his head, teasing: "If I didn't have some understanding of your strength, I'm afraid I would really regard you as a magic stick."
"Magic stick? What is that?"
Xiaoyaozi frowned, quite puzzled, "With the name of 'god', it must be quite extraordinary. Could it be that this magic stick is a magical weapon? I always thought that the magic weapon was a mythical legend, even if it is this stick
Wentian is just a low-level immortal weapon, does it really exist?"
Lin Fan drew three vertical lines on his forehead, waved his hand and said: "Xiaoyaozi, forget it, don't worry about the magic stick."
Xiaoyaozi smiled and said: "That's right. I'm in trouble now. The most urgent task right now is to carry out the inheritance. Young man, I don't know your name yet."
"Lin Fan."
"Lin Fan, what a name!" Xiaoyaozi nodded and said, "I can't sustain this remnant soul for too long, let's start passing it on as soon as possible."
As he said that, Xiaoyaozi's soul floated towards Lin Fan.
Lin Fan raised his hand and made a "stop" gesture and said, "I told you, I don't need to accept your inheritance."
Xiaoyaozi had a heartbroken look on his face, hating that iron could not be made into steel, "Boy Lin Fan, don't be confused. I am a swordsman of a generation. I don't know how many geniuses and monsters were crying and shouting to worship me as their teacher.
I didn’t agree. Now I want to give you the inheritance, why don’t you want it? Aren’t you guarding the gold and silver mountains instead of taking them, and are you going to beg instead?”
"Although I know it hurts people to say this, but..." Lin Fan smiled slightly and said, "I don't like your swordsmanship."
"Shuzi is arrogant!!!"
No matter how good-tempered Xiaoyaozi was, he couldn't bear Lin Fan's belittling of his swordsmanship, so he immediately became furious, and a huge storm suddenly broke out in the Broken Sword Space.
The sharp sword intent filled Xiaoyaozi's body.
Xiaoyaozi's clothes moved automatically without wind. Although he still looked like an old man, his aura was completely different. It was like a peerless sword with an open edge, which seemed to be able to pierce even the sky.
Lin Fan's face was expressionless, but his thoughts were moving.