Seeing the solemn look on Leng Qiuzhi's face, Leng Mei's heart suddenly lifted. She only got three swords in total. Is it possible that she couldn't use two of them?
Leng Qiuzhi smiled helplessly and said: "All the swords you chose are good swords, but..."
"What's going on? Tell me directly. Why are you hesitating?"
The more Leng Qiuzhi behaved like this, the more anxious Leng Mei felt. She couldn't help but urge, if these swords didn't work, she would have to find newer weapons quickly.
"This Yellow Dragon Sword weighs four pounds and four taels and is made of divine iron that has absorbed the essence of the sun and moon for thousands of years. It is said that as soon as this sword was released, it attracted countless cultivators and once caused a bloody battle." Leng Qiu Zhi Wrinkle
He frowned, "But in the end, no one got it, and the whereabouts of the Huanglong Sword are unknown. But I didn't expect that you could get it."
Leng Mei looked at Leng Qiuzhi very puzzledly: "If it is true as you said, then this sword should be an excellent thing. Why do you look solemn?"
"You are right. The sword is a very good sword. Because the body of the sword is divine iron that has absorbed the essence of the sun and moon for thousands of years, the aura of the sword should be very thick. But now where do you see any aura?"
When Leng Mei first picked up this sword, she thought it was slightly more pleasing to the eye than the others, but now it seems that it is useless.
"Back then, those cultivators wanted to get this sword because it was unique and unique, but more because of the spiritual energy in the sword. It just made the sword makers excited."
Leng Qiuzhi was very handsome in person, but now his eyebrows were tightly knitted, and he looked unusually dignified.
Leng Mei's heart was racing, and she stared at Leng Qiuzhi without blinking, waiting for his next words. Her intuition told her that this sword was probably not that easy to use!
really……
"The person who forged this sword was a sword fanatic. Seeing that the practitioners all over the world had completely ignored the sword itself because they were greedy for the spiritual energy in the Huanglong Sword, he destroyed his hands in anger to show that he would never forge a sword again!"
"My personality is really awkward. No matter what, it would be great if someone likes this sword. Why should I be so stubborn and even take my own hands for nothing?" Leng Mei frowned, "But this is different from the sword's body."
What does the spiritual energy inside have to do with it?”
"It is said that this man used his own blood to seal the spiritual power of the sword and cannot open it."
Leng Mei nodded: "A sword without spiritual power is like scrap metal?"
"Yes, if you have spiritual power, this sword is perfect for you. It dances like a dragon out of the sea. Its power can be imagined, but it is a pity..."
Before Leng Qiuzhi could finish his words, Leng Mei's face turned dark and she pointed at the most popular sword: "Where's this one?"
Until now, it was unclear whether the first two swords could be used. She could only place all her hopes on the third sword, hoping that the last sword would not disappoint her.
"This thing is very suitable for you." Leng Qiuzhi smiled, "This soft whip can be worn around the waist for defense."
Originally, Leng Qiuzhi finally showed a smile, and Leng Mei finally let out a long breath, thinking that this time, there should be no problem, but when she heard the words "soft whip", her whole person felt...
It suddenly got worse.
"Is this a soft whip?"
Leng Mei stared at the dark yellow sword with brown veins on the ground. Looking left and right, she couldn't tell that it was a soft whip!
Seeing Leng Mei's disbelief, Leng Qiuzhi explained in a good-tempered manner: "This sword is forged from the skin of a three-year-old evil dragon twisted with gold wire. It is the hardest and softest thing in the world. I would say it is soft."
There’s nothing inappropriate about whipping, right?”
"How's the lethality?" Leng Mei frowned. She didn't care whether it was a soft whip or a long sword. As long as it could help her kill those bastards in one fell swoop, other things were unimportant.
Leng Qiuzhi nodded: "This sword is as soft as cotton wool and as hard as cold iron. As long as it can be used flexibly, it is naturally excellent."
Probably because the two famous divine swords were turned into scrap metal after Leng Qiuzhi's comments, so when Leng Qiuzhi admitted that the soft whip was very lethal, Leng Mei suddenly felt a little...
Difficult to accept.
"Is there anything else?" Leng Mei's eyes widened.
Sure enough, Leng Qiuzhi would never let her down!
"When this soft whip is danced, the evil dragon will be resurrected, and it will be lifelike. It can chase the opponent according to the user's intention. It will not look back until there is blood." Leng Qiuzhi frowned, "The evil dragon is originally something that defies heaven, especially
This three-year-old evil dragon was skinned and cramped before he was an adult. He has deep resentment, so if you want to use it for yourself, you must sacrifice it first."
Another careless master!
Leng Mei stared at the palm of her hand: "You are so lucky!"
Leng Qiuzhi on the side was amused by Leng Mei's appearance: "These are all good artifacts. Just one of them is enough to make you invincible. Why are you still so depressed? I think you are very lucky!"
"Either the yin energy is too strong or the resentment is too deep. How dare I use such a sword to kill the enemy? I am afraid that it will be backlashed at the critical moment and I will regret it?"
"There are still five days, enough for you to tame these things!"
Leng Mei rolled her eyes at Leng Qiuzhi: "How can it be as simple as you say?!"
"You have no other choice now!" Leng Qiuzhi's calm words laid out the reality.
Leng Mei's delicate brows wrinkled and loosened, then wrinkled and loosened again, and finally she sighed helplessly: "Well, aren't they just three broken swords? I still don't believe I can't clean them up!"
"Broken sword..."
The corners of Leng Qiuzhi's mouth couldn't help but twitch, and he stared at Leng Mei for a long time without saying a word. The last wisp of smoke disappeared in front of Leng Mei, and he returned to Najie.
Leng Mei sat cross-legged across from the three swords, glaring with big beautiful eyes and a serious look on her face. Although she couldn't help but complain just now, she knew very well in her heart that Leng Qiuzhi's words were right. These things are rare.
Wouldn't it be a pity if these good things were just thrown away like this?
Leng Mei took the bright red Blood Phoenix Sword in her hand and looked at it carefully. She injected a ray of spiritual energy into the flowing light and let the light guide her consciousness to travel around the sword. She must first understand this.
The structure of something is good.
The light on the Blood Phoenix Sword got bigger and bigger, and a blood-red aperture rose alternately, getting bigger and bigger, and the color became thicker and thicker. Finally, it turned out to be like a snow ball, and the light flowing in it was like a gushing wave.
Moving blood.
"Go in." Leng Mei's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. Her eyes were fixed on the blood mass suspended in the air. She knew in her heart that this should be the violent spirit Leng Qiu was talking about. This sword
Sure enough, he drank too much blood.
Leng Mei clearly felt that there was a force in the snow mass that was repelling her. She seemed to understand Leng Mei's purpose, but judging from her attitude, she was extremely unwilling to be tamed.
A wisp of bright red blood was pulled out from the red blood mass and entangled with the spiritual power coming out of Leng Mei's palm in mid-air, one white and one red, as if two dragons were entangled endlessly.
Leng Mei saw that the blood-red color was swallowing up the bright white spiritual light at a speed visible to the naked eye. The momentum was surging, and the anger was coming towards her face.
"Damn it!" Leng Mei cursed in a low voice, her heart skipped a beat, she held her right wrist with her free left hand and shouted, "Back off!"
The white light in Leng Mei's palm, which had been forced back by the blood red, suddenly counterattacked and penetrated directly into the blood red mass.
Leng Mei did not dare to take it lightly and continued to input a steady stream of spiritual power, and then something strange happened.
The originally chaotic blood-red color gradually became lighter, dark red, pink, light red...
Leng Mei was happy in her heart, but she was not dazzled by the victory in front of her, and she still did not remove the spiritual power from her hands.
The color of the aperture, which was blood red at first, gradually became clearer, and finally turned into a transparent color, like a beautiful and holy halo.
"Let's go back!"
Leng Mei used her spiritual power to lead the halo back to the Blood Phoenix Sword. The originally red and bright sword turned out to be as white as jade, with only a faint trace of something as thin as a red thread decorating the hilt.
It's quite beautiful on top.
"From now on, your master will be me!" Leng Mei took back the spiritual power in her palm and couldn't help but smile, but soon frowned, "You are no longer red, shouldn't I change your name?"
The sword trembled violently, as if protesting Leng Mei's words.
"Well, forget it if you don't agree. In fact, the Blood Phoenix Sword sounds pretty good, so let's leave it at that!"
Leng Mei smiled. Although it took a lot of effort, she just felt relaxed at the moment.
In any case, I finally had a handy weapon for the duel five days later.
Leng Mei put the jade-white Blood Phoenix Sword into the ring and took aim at the Huanglong Sword again. Thinking of what Leng Qiuzhi said, she couldn't help but sigh.
"Even without spiritual energy, it is still a good sword. Unfortunately, your original master was too paranoid. But since it was that person who created you, I will follow his wishes and not use your spiritual power."
The originally lifeless Huanglong Sword suddenly trembled slightly, as if Leng Mei's words had touched it.
"Didn't you say that your master sealed your spiritual power with blood? Why does it look like that person's soul is attached to it now?"
"You are right. After my death, I was unwilling to let this sword, which I spent half my life's hard work on, become a plaything for the world to absorb spiritual power, so I died for the sword."
A desolate female voice suddenly sounded, and Leng Mei was so shocked that she almost subconsciously threw the sword aside, but luckily she didn't do such a shameful thing.
She never thought that the person who forged this sword was actually a woman!
"I have loved making swords since I was a child. Unfortunately, after this sword came out, its essence as a sword was obscured because of its strong spiritual power."
"So instead of sealing the spiritual power of the sword with your blood, you sacrificed yourself for the sword and used your soul to suppress the spiritual energy in the sword?"
Leng Mei frowned, trying hard to recreate the sadness of a woman who became obsessed with making swords, and couldn't help but sigh.
"Smart, it seems that Huang Longjian has finally met the right person." The woman smiled faintly, her voice old and almost broken.
I don't know why Leng Mei felt nervous, and asked, "Are you okay?"
"When you are satisfied, this residual soul should leave!"
Leng Mei frowned, and just as she was about to speak, her eyes were dazzled by a sudden flash of light, and she closed her eyes subconsciously.
When he opened it again, he saw colorful sword energy spurting out from the sword body, and there was a halo of clouds on the roof, one after another, one after another, and the sunlight was flowing back and forth.
Bathing in it, Leng Mei felt that her skin all over her body felt comfortable, as if she were bathing in the sun. It was so soft and warm that it was indescribable, as if a gentle big hand was gently stroking her.
Finally, the bright color slowly faded, and finally disappeared. The Huanglong Sword lay quietly in Leng Mei's hand, as quiet as if the prosperity just now had nothing to do with it.
"You can follow me and show off your skills in five days, but that's your master's long-cherished wish!"
Leng Mei knew very well that she was probably a bit lucky to be able to tame the Yellow Dragon Sword. Just listening to the woman's old and broken voice, she could probably guess that she couldn't hold on for much longer, although she really had never coveted this magical iron.
However, the man could not hold on any longer, so he had no choice but to give in to Leng Mei.
Two of the three swords had been put into the bag, Leng Mei's lips curled up, and her eyes focused on the last soft whip.
"Made of the skin of a three-year-old evil dragon?" Leng Mei raised her eyebrows, feeling unbearable in her heart, but she had to admit that it would be great to have something like this wrapped around her waist as a protective weapon.
"Another guy with deep resentment!"
Leng Mei couldn't help but sigh, why couldn't she get something that would completely relieve her worries?
"How annoying!"
"You're the one who hates me! You're the most annoying!"
As soon as Leng Mei's words landed, there was a milky voice.
A dark black thing ran out from the soft whip on the ground, hanging in mid-air, shadowy, barely able to look like a dragon, but the tentacles on its head were not fully developed.
It seemed that this guy was the three-year-old evil dragon. The corners of Leng Mei's mouth twitched uncontrollably, and she couldn't help but sigh heavily in her heart.
What the hell is going on? Can't things from this Yunhuang Continent die cleanly and neatly at once? It's really unbearable to have souls come out at every turn.
"How dare you call me annoying!"
The harsh tone could not conceal the childishness of her voice. Leng Mei looked up and felt that this was just a child venting his anger!
"Why, you're not convinced!" Leng Mei pursed her lips proudly. She didn't know why, but she kept thinking about teasing this childish guy.
The little evil dragon became angry and rushed towards Leng Mei, but after all, it was just a soul, and because it had been trapped in the sword for too long, the color of the soul became lighter and lighter after a few flutters.
, is about to disappear.
But even so, this guy still rushed towards Leng Mei unwillingly!
"If you continue to toss like this, I'm afraid it won't take long before the soft whip made of your skin will truly become mine."
In fact, it stands to reason that it would be best for her to have this little evil dragon soul fly away. But for some reason, she always felt a little bit unbearable, so she reminded her aloud this time.
Sure enough, after hearing what Leng Mei said, the thing immediately calmed down, but it still looked unconvinced.
"You are all bad people!"
"I'm not!"
"Bad guy!"
Leng Mei stared at the soft whip in her hand, and could vaguely see that the little evil dragon's weak soul was almost broken.
"Eat this!"
At some point, Leng Mei had a pink elixir in her hand, mixed it with the spiritual power in her palm, and pushed it onto the soft whip.
"You, you woman, what did you feed me!"
Xiao Nielong watched the pink thing gradually merge into his soul, and couldn't help shouting. However, because his soul was very weak, his shouting seemed much less powerful.
"Soul-solidifying pill!"
Leng Mei spoke calmly. At that time, she spent a lot of energy and medicinal materials to refine this pill, but now she gave it to her in vain.
In fact, when the soul of the Huanglong Sword came out just now, Leng Mei also thought of taking this thing out, but the man had no life at all. Even if Leng Mei gave the elixir, it would only add to the man's pain.
But the one in front of me is different. It is full of vitality and wants to compete with myself. It may be of some use.
"You, why did you save me?" Xiao Nielong once again left the sword and floated in the air, looking down at himself who was getting darker and darker. He couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you supposed to wish that my soul was gone?"
Leng Mei could probably guess how many fights this little thing had encountered in the past few days just by listening to Xiao Nielong's words, otherwise this soul would not be so weak.
"I'm just a child, why should I care about you?" Leng Mei said calmly, with a calm look on her face.
"Wow!"
The little evil dragon burst into tears, and Leng Mei was so shocked that all the hair on her body stood up.
"Hey, you...what are you doing? This is..."
Regardless of her past life or this life, Leng Mei was most afraid of children crying. Who knew that the little evil dragon who was clamoring to compete with her just now was crying so miserably!
Ugh, I can't stand it!
"No one has ever been so kind to me!" Xiao Nielong sobbed, "I'm so touched!"
The corners of Leng Mei's mouth twitched, and she wanted to laugh, but after thinking about it, she couldn't help but feel sad, and finally sighed softly.
"If you don't want to follow me, I won't force you. You can go wherever you want." Leng Mei thought for a while and added, "Otherwise, I will send you back to the blacksmith shop, right?"
The little evil dragon who had just calmed down started crying again when he heard what Leng Mei said: "Hey, you don't want me anymore!"
Forehead……
Leng Mei only felt that one head was as big as two, what on earth was going on!
Now what is she saying is wrong?!
"What do you want?"
The little evil dragon got into the sword like a burst of smoke, and the thing lying in Leng Mei's hand instantly became soft and wrapped around Leng Mei's waist.
"Don't try to get rid of me! Humph!"
"Um...okay..."
Leng Mei pursed her lips and smiled. It seemed that things were going quite smoothly!
