The latter immediately jumped out, presented his light blue two-handed sword, and said: "I come first, I come first, I will name it...the great sword."
Fan Zuang's expression was stunned.
After everyone around him was silent for a while, they all burst into laughter.
Big sword?
What the hell kind of name is this?
But Bai Jinyun had obviously been brainwashed by Lin Beichen. He was very satisfied with this name. He raised his neck as softly as a swan and said loudly: "What are you laughing at? I can call my sword whatever I want. This name is very good." Well... hum."
Lin Beichen lowered his head.
Little Luoli who is new to the world, I hope you won’t regret it when you know the words “big health care” in the future.
After all, Fan Zuang was a sword-smithing master who had seen the world. He calmed down his mood, smiled slightly, and used the technique of [Endowing Sword Spirit] to imprint a name on the big sword.
Finish quickly.
The three words "Big Sword" flashed on top of the light blue two-handed sword.
Bai Jinyun held the hilt of the sword with both hands and poured his own profound energy into the sword.
Buzz buzz!
There was actually a slight vibrating sound in the sword body.
"Huh?"
A hint of surprise flashed through the depths of Fan Zuang's eyes.
With the injection of Bai Yiyun's profound energy, the great sword flashed blue and yellow, and the flames flowed erratically. A faint sound of sword clanging came from the great sword.
The expressions of everyone around him changed drastically.
"The fit is 80%?"
Fan Zuang was extremely surprised.
This value is higher than Cao Potian's previous Heaven-Destroying Sword.
A trace of gloom flashed across Cao Potian's face.
"What's your surname, little friend? Which big city do you come from?"
Among the elders, a middle-aged woman, tall and thin, with a slightly pale face, flashed like a phantom, directly from her seat and came to Bai Yiyun, her eyes sparkling, staring at Ao. Petite Luoli, as if she had seen some rare treasure.
Lin Beichen recognized that this middle-aged woman was the one who had placed the big sword on the square stone table before.
She is the creator of this sword.
"Her name is Bai Jinyun, a first-year student at Yunmeng City Third College."
Chu Hen stood up from his seat at the banquet, answered on his behalf, and then said: "President Lu, is there anything wrong?" A middle-aged woman named President Lu said: "Oh, it's okay, I just didn't expect it. , to be able to meet a junior who can awaken my sword to such an extent and be so compatible with it, haha, he is a good prospect, Director Chu, when the sword trial appointment is over, I want to go to the Third Academy I wonder if it would be convenient to take a tour?”
Several thoughts flashed through Chu Hen's mind, and he said with a smile on his face: "Of course, you are the president of the Hai'an Leader of the Qianli Travel Merchant Guild. You have a distinguished status and can visit our third college. It will be a great success."
"Then thank you."
The middle-aged woman returned to her seat at the banquet.
After Bai Jinyun awakened the sword, she felt as if she had gotten a beloved toy. She couldn't put it down. She raised the sword, which was larger than her body, above her head with both hands and jumped back to her seat.
"It's your turn."
She said to Lin Beichen.
The latter held the big silver sword with sparks and lightning in his right hand, the medium silver sword in his left hand, and the small silver sword on his waist. He came to Fan Zuang, bowed his hands and saluted, and said: "I'm sorry, Master Fan, I have this sword. Let’s call it…virtue.”
"De?"
Fan Zuang was startled.
What's this name?
"Tch, it doesn't sound good at all." Bai Yiyun complained in disappointment from his seat: "It's great to call it the Big Silver Sword, eh, no, it's lewd... but it's also in line with the identity and reputation of a big pervert. , Alas, what is virtue? This big pervert doesn’t even think about himself. Where is the virtue in his body?”
"A swordsman master once said that the more a person lacks something, the more he likes to show off." Cao Potian spoke at the right time and said: "It seems that you also know that you are unvirtuous, so you gave him the sword. Such a nondescript name."
"Bah. You know nothing about eggs."
Lin Beichen retorted and said, "I am a civilized person and I always like to convince others with virtue."
Bai Jinyun was stunned.
Everyone around him also had a look of astonishment on his face.
Fan Zuang said dumbfounded: "So what you call convincing people with virtue is to use this sword to cut others into submission?"
"Is there anything wrong?"
Lin Beichen asked naturally.
The corners of Fan Zuang's mouth twitched slightly.
He has given names to many swords, but this is the first time he has seen such a strange name and such a strange owner.
Without asking too many questions, the young swordsmith used the technique of [Associating Sword Spirit] and began to assign names.
at the same time.
Bai Haiqin didn't know what he was thinking of, but in the depths of his seemingly indifferent eyes, an indescribable light flashed away.
Ding Sanshi, who was sitting on the opposite seat, also thought of something. The corners of his mouth slowly formed a vague arc, and he cursed in his heart: This little bastard.
At this moment, Fan Zuang in the field suddenly let out an exclamation.
Everyone heard the sound and looked around.
I saw a layer of fine beads of sweat on the forehead of this young sword master. Strong waves of profound energy surged all over his body. His right index finger bloomed like a piece of red-hot iron lead. A blazing orange-red light was moving slowly on the body of the big silver sword with great difficulty.
A simple word "virtue" was actually written for the second time at this time.
"how so?"
There was a storm in his heart.
At the beginning, when his master, Master Fan, taught the art of [Endowing Sword Spirit], he once told a secret: when the swordsman's will inherits the will of heaven and earth, and when the name of the sword is connected with the ultimate way, giving the sword a name will lead to difficulties. Great obstacles, every time he writes a word, the name-giver will suffer huge backlash, every time he writes a word, it will be like walking on a mountain.
Could it be that this young man in Yunmeng City, with the word "virtue", actually attracted the spirits of heaven and earth?
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind. He raised his head and shouted to Lin Beichen: "Cooperate with me."
"Ah?" Lin Beichen was a little confused: "How to cooperate?"
Others don’t need to cooperate, so why do you have to be special when you come to my place?
No.
I just want to keep a low profile.
"Hold the sword and inject profound energy." Fan Zuang shouted firmly.
Lin Beichen had no choice but to reach out and hold the hilt of the big silver sword, and inject his own profound energy into the sword body.
A sword of this level is specially crafted for a specific purpose, and it is certain that it contains the mysterious pattern formation. Compared with the standard bluebird sword popular in the city, its ability to guide the mysterious is much higher, and the mysterious energy is injected very smoothly, and it is very smooth. The mysterious pattern formation within the body of the sword was activated, and silver light as bright as the moon bloomed.
And it was at this moment that Fan Zuang felt that his fingers suddenly became extremely smooth when writing.
Finger movement.
Stroke by stroke, it is imprinted on the sword.
It was at this moment that something that no one expected happened.
Clang Clang Clang!
With Lin Beichen as the center, everyone's swords within a radius of thirty meters suddenly vibrated and made a clanging sound, as if they were struggling to break free from the scabbard and move towards the sword that was about to be completed.
The big silver sword with the name of the sword flew past.