The spiritual energy in Ye Xiaochuan's body was flowing wildly, making him miserable. Even in a coma, he still had a painful expression.
When the dark blue light emitted from the mysterious ancient sword merged into his body, the pain gradually got better.
This time I was in coma for a whole night. When I woke up, it was already noon the next day. I felt my neck was itching and there was a gurgling sound in my ears.
He touched his nose and muttered: "Don't make trouble, let me sleep for a while..."
Before he finished speaking, he sat up as if he had been struck by lightning. His hands immediately touched his body, and there were no missing arms or legs.
A careful look revealed that the meridians in the body were intact as before, and the true spiritual energy was flowing slowly through the meridians like a trickling stream.
"Huh? What's going on? I remember going crazy, but nothing seems to have happened. Could it be that I was dreaming last night?"
He looked around suspiciously, turned his head, and saw a huge head right behind him. He was not mentally prepared and immediately screamed in fright.
The Gulu bird was frightened by his sudden scream, and it flapped its wings and flew up, with a few beautiful feathers falling from the air.
Ye Xiaochuan slapped his chest and cursed loudly: "Stinky bird, you almost scared me to death! I have to kill you for tooth beating today!"
After saying that, he stood up, grabbed a stone, and threw it at the grunt bird hovering in the air.
The grunt bird fluttered its wings and dodged lightly, making a grunting sound, as if it was mocking Ye Xiaochuan.
Ye Xiaochuan was furious and bent down to pick up the stone again. Unexpectedly, when he bent down and stretched out his hand, he saw a very clumsy cyan sword at his feet, with a blade over three feet long and covered with inscriptions.
As he bent down and stretched out his hand, the strange sword at his feet suddenly trembled.
Ye Xiaochuan was stunned, his mind almost went blank. The next moment he saw the hilt of the ancient sword clearly, it seemed to be the strange hilt that he had buckled off the stone wall yesterday.
He clearly remembered that what he threw away yesterday was a sword hilt. After only one night, the sword hilt grew into a sword body on its own?
At that moment, he clearly saw the mysterious ancient sword under his feet trembling. Could it be that he was dazzled? Could it be that in the past few hundred years, no one has looked at the wall and thought about whether there was something unclean on the cliff?
This thought passed quickly, and he suddenly thought of an even more bizarre and absurd idea. In order to verify his idea, he moved his right index finger slightly, and almost at the same time, the ancient sword under his feet really trembled with a buzzing sound.
Ye Xiaochuan's expression changed instantly, and he suddenly felt that there was a mysterious and subtle connection between himself and the mysterious ancient sword at his feet, and it actually felt like a flesh-and-blood connection.
His eyes widened in disbelief, and he still kept the weird look of bending down and reaching out to pick up stones. After about ten breaths, he suddenly waved his hand, and the ancient sword on the ground rose with his arm and bounced off the ground with a whoosh.
He stood up, and at the same time, a faint dark green luster emanated from the sword.
At this moment, Ye Xiaochuan felt that this ancient sword was like his own arm. Following his thoughts, the ancient sword flew rapidly through the air.
After a full stick of incense time passed, Ye Xiaochuan grasped the hilt of the ancient sword. When he took the divine sword into his hands, the feeling of flesh and blood was even more intense.
He finally realized an important problem.
"I have reached the fifth level of object control!"
His arrogant shouts echoed on the cliff behind the mountain. He was excited, excited, proud, and also had a hint of wretchedness and arrogance!
The fifth level of object control is the realm that cultivators dream of. Once you reach this level, you can fly with a sword, travel thousands of miles a day, travel around the nine heavens, and be free in the world...
Ye Xiaochuan didn't have the slightest psychological preparation. He suddenly reached the fifth level. He was so proud that he hugged the blue ancient sword and danced on the cliff. He jumped and collapsed. He was deeply in love and even kissed the ancient sword.
The sword struck more than ten times.
From this moment on, Ye Xiaochuan knew very well that he would officially join the ranks of cultivators! If he diligently practices the ancient classics on the stone wall, he will definitely become a blockbuster.
At that time, fairies, money, houses... everything that you lack will come to you like tides and waves!
The grunt bird squatted on the crooked old pine tree on the edge of the cliff, its eyes rolling, looking at the young man dancing on the cliff below, holding the ancient sword and touching and kissing it, and seemed to be thinking, this guy is
Not crazy?
"Wow!"
At this moment, an excited scream rang out, and Ye Xiaochuan stepped on the fairy sword and rushed straight into the sky. The strong wind blew his hair and clothes, and he was so powerful that he looked down on the world and looked down upon the sky with heroic pride!
"boom!"
"Ouch!"
Ye Xiaochuan flew with a sword for the first time. He flew less than three feet, failed to control the direction, and hit a stone wall. He and the sword fell hard to the cliff, and he was hit badly.
He got up with a groan and looked around with a stern look, fearing that someone would see his embarrassing state.
After a while, he picked up the fairy sword and muttered: "It seems that I have to practice flying with the sword recently, otherwise I won't make people laugh?"
He ate the breakfast brought by the Grunt and sent it away.
Ye Xiaochuan sat cross-legged on the cliff, looking at the mysterious ancient sword with admiration. Suddenly, he found that there were two ancient small seal characters on the sword near the hilt. After carefully identifying them, he recognized these two
Character.
"Wufeng?"
He said to himself: "Could it be that the name of this fairy sword is Wu Feng? The name is quite appropriate."
He remembered that when he found the hilt of the sword in the groove of the stone wall yesterday, it was true that there was no blade or blade. He still didn't understand how it happened that after just one night, the hilt turned into a complete fairy sword.
Ye Xiaochuan suddenly had an idea and said to himself: "Is this Bladeless Divine Sword different from ordinary swords? It can retract and retract the sword independently?"
He recalled the sword-wielding skills taught to him by his master Zuidao Ren over the years, and his mind slowly absorbed the Wufeng Sword. The feeling of blood connection made him almost feel that the Wufeng Ancient Sword had become a part of his body.
"Sheath your sword!"
He gave a light drink.
As his thoughts moved, the ancient sword without edge flashed with green light, and the sword body immediately disappeared without a trace, leaving only a clumsy hilt in his hand.
Not only was Ye Xiaochuan not surprised, he jumped up and shouted: "Get out of the sheath!"
Whoosh!
A green light lit up, and the sword that had mysteriously disappeared suddenly reappeared in an instant.
"I'm so prosperous!"
Ye Xiaochuan's excited screams soared into the sky and lasted for a long time. Perhaps the screams were too harsh and obscene, and scared away a group of birds nesting around the stone wall.
