Seeing Wangcai rolling on the ground, Ye Xiaochuan knew that he had been embarrassed.
A piece of wood that had been dead for many years was almost rotten. Even if I used a wooden knife, I could chop it into pieces. However, the sword that I imbued with true energy only cut into the wood less than half a foot.
Fortunately, there is a fortune on Siguo Cliff. If others were present, he would not be able to survive.
Ye Xiaochuan thought it was the weirdness of the wood. He squatted down to check the wood. No problem. The wood was a large pine that is very common in Cangyun Mountain. This kind of tree is very old. It is similar to the palm trees in the desert oases of the Western Regions. It grows straight upward.
, can grow up to nearly a hundred feet tall.
Since there's nothing wrong with the wood, it's not because my cultivation is weak. The only possibility is that there's something wrong with the sword.
Ye Xiaochuan checked and found that the eight-armed ape's storage bracelet contained magic weapons from the world of cultivation. There were no iron swords used by mortals, so this bronze sword should have been picked up by the eight-armed ape from the ancient battlefield. Ye
Xiaochuan has never seen such a weird fairy sword. Even if the sword is of low grade, it is impossible for it to be unable to deal with a piece of rotten wood.
The bronze sword was still stuck in the wood. Ye Xiaochuan stepped on the wood and held the handle of the sword with both hands. It took a long time to pull the sword out of the wood.
Suddenly, he found that the patina on the bronze sword seemed to be much less. He had been grinding it on a stone for an hour, but it still did not remove the patina. He just chopped the wood hard, and it seemed that a lot of patina had fallen off, and some of the patina on the sword body was gone.
The red-yellow sword blade was already exposed.
Bronze is not turquoise. The reason why it appears green is because it is extremely easy to rust and has a layer of turquoise patina attached to it. The original color of bronze is reddish yellow, light yellow, orange yellow, etc., because other substances are added during refining.
The final colors of metallic elements are also different.
When the green patina on the bronze sword fell off, Ye Xiaochuan saw some red-yellow sword blades. The swords seemed to have the same ancient inscriptions as his own edgeless sword, ghost cloud inscriptions!
This discovery surprised Ye Xiaochuan.
Guiyunwen is an ancient script that only the wizards of the ancient witch clan spread in southern Xinjiang have mastered. It is older than the Tadpole script and has long been lost in the world. Xuan Ying said that only the high priests of the elves living in the black forest in the north would be able to do it.
Understand this kind of writing.
The inscriptions on the Zhan Chen and Wu Feng swords were Gui Yun Wen. Ye Xiaochuan did not expect that other fairy swords and magic weapons also had this pattern.
However, there is too much patina on it, and only part of it has peeled off, making it look like ghost writing. As for whether it is or not, Ye Xiaochuan can't decide yet.
Ye Xiaochuan thought about what caused his patina to fall off. He had been grinding it for an hour just now, but it didn't work. He just chopped the wood hard and some patina came off. It seems that to get rid of these weird patina, he must use a whetstone.
No more.
He imitated the way he had chopped wood just now, poured his true energy into the bronze sword again, and chopped the wood hard. Then he looked at the sword body, and sure enough, the patina was less, and more of the sword body was exposed.
With this discovery, Ye Xiaochuan began to dance with the sword. He used the Eight Forms of the Divine Sword and the Qiankun Sword, one by one. He suddenly thought about the sword energy on the cliff, and the bright yellow sword shadow turned into a sword net, whizzing in the air.
The swords shone colorfully.
Ye Xiaochuan discovered an important key factor. If he wanted to get rid of the patina on the bronze sword, chopping wood would have no effect. Instead, he could pour his own spiritual power into the bronze sword, allowing the bronze sword to release the sword energy from within.
Shake off the patina.
After jumping around with the sword on Siguo Cliff for half an hour, Ye Xiaochuan slowly stopped. At this moment, the bronze sword in his hand had completely changed. The rust accumulated on the sword for countless years had all fallen off and turned into a red sword.
Yellow three-foot bronze fairy sword.
After the patina no longer adheres to the bronze sword under the moonlight, even if Ye Xiaochuan does not use his spiritual power to move it, the sword still exudes a faint red-gold light, as if the patina is like a seal that suppresses the divine sword. Now
The seal was removed and the divine sword was born.
Ye Xiaochuan almost felt that his heart was about to jump out of his throat, looking at the strange lines on the bronze sword.
He took out the Wu Feng behind him with his backhand, put the two swords together, and looked at it under the light of the moonlight. Yes, although there were differences in the lines on the two swords, they were definitely ghost-yunwen, because they were recorded words.
The meanings are different, so there are differences. Just like Wu Feng and Zhan Chen, although the swords are also covered with ghost inscriptions, the lines are different.
"Why did another fairy sword with ghostly inscriptions appear? Could it be that this bronze sword has something to do with the black witch clan in southern Xinjiang?"
Ye Xiaochuan didn't think that the Eight-armed Spirit Ape had come to southern Xinjiang and brought back such a magic sword with ghostly inscriptions on it. This sword should have been brought back from the battlefield by the Monkey King eight hundred years ago. This sword
The body of the sword is as bright as gold. After the patina falls off, the edge of the sword is sharp and has no ghostly power. It should not be a magic weapon for disciples of the demon sect, but a fairy sword for righteous disciples.
He casually chopped the big piece of wood, which he had been unable to do anything about just now, with a pop and turned into powder under the sword energy.
Ye Xiaochuan opened his mouth wide and shouted in his heart: "What a shame, trash has turned into treasure, what a sharp sword!"
He came back to his senses, held the Wufeng and bronze swords in his backhand, stepped on Xuanbu, and launched the Anti-Liangyi Sword Formation.
The cyan and yellow sword shadows intertwined with each other, and Ye Xiaochuan felt that as he danced, the originally heavy bronze sword became lighter and lighter.
After a set of anti-liangyi sword formations were cast, Ye Xiaochuan stood still, feeling ecstatic in his heart, knowing that the rag he had picked up was actually a fairy sword magic weapon of a very high grade. Perhaps his spiritual power was not as good as that of a god like Wu Feng.
Although it is an extremely powerful sword, Ye Xiaochuan did not feel that the bronze sword was much inferior to Wufeng when he used the Anti-Liangyi Sword Formation just now.
The array seems to be better.
This means that the spiritual power of the bronze sword is definitely not inferior to that of the Qingfeng sword.
Ye Xiaochuan had already forgotten the idea of ​​returning the bronze sword to Grandpa Monkey King, and had also forgotten to get food for Wangcai. He sat on the cliff platform, looked at the bronze sword with this bright yellow luster, and looked for it.
For a long time, I couldn't find any Chinese characters on the sword, and I didn't know what the sword was called.
After looking at it for a long time, a strange idea suddenly appeared in his mind. Since the bronze sword was the same as Wu Feng and Zhan Chen, and had ghostly inscriptions on the sword, it was definitely not an ordinary fairy sword magic weapon. It might be another piece of blood.
Refining magic weapons.
After all, Wu Feng and Zhan Chen are both blood-refined magic weapons, so it is reasonable for Ye Xiaochuan to have this idea.
He rolled his eyes, gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, and scratched the edge of the sword with the index finger of his right hand. A cut was made on his finger, but not a drop of blood was stained on the edge of the bronze sword. This sword was so sharp,
It was beyond Ye Xiaochuan's imagination.
After a while, the wound on his finger slowly opened and blood came out. Ye Xiaochuan grimaced in pain and hurriedly wiped his finger on the bronze sword a few times. Immediately, the bright red blood dripped on the bronze sword.
