The young men stretched out their hands to hold down the hilts of their swords.
The elders, on the other hand, used their cultivation to flourish a little and then controlled the sword.
Clang Clang Clang!
The sound of sword clanging still continued.
Cao Potian didn't take it seriously at first, but gradually he was unable to suppress the Heaven-Destroying Sword with his mental power, so he had to put his hand on the hilt of the sword to prevent it from being taken out of the scabbard. However, the Heaven-Destroying Sword was still struggling in the scabbard.
Dongfang Zhan, on the other hand, pressed the hilt of the sword with both hands, trying very hard to control the Buwei Sword by his side.
Other young men, such as Xue Yan, Song Queyi, Song Qingfeng, Lin Haitang and others, also tried their best to control the sword so that the extremely powerful sword would not fly out.
Bai Jinyun was like a rag doll hanging on a big sword. He tried his best to hold on. He grabbed the hilt of the sword with one hand and the stone pillar next to him with the other hand, just barely not being sucked in.
Of course, people like Xia Houchong, Xia Houang and others, although they tried their best to maintain it, could not control the sword on their waist. Amidst the clang, the sword flew out and flew towards Lin Beichen.
Whoosh!
Just like the immortal flying sword.
Dozens of swords came through the air and hung in the air about two meters away from Lin Beichen.
This made Chu Hen, who was about to take action, heave a sigh of relief and stay still.
at this time--
"It's done."
Fan Zuang shouted with joy.
I saw the last stroke of the word "德" falling, finally completing the entire process of giving the sword a name.
He was sweating profusely and his face was flushed, as if he had collapsed from a serious illness, but he could not hide the ecstasy in his eyes.
In this situation, although it is difficult to assign a name, it is a rare opportunity for the sword master. With the cooperation of the sword master, completing the entire process of assigning a sword spirit is like a warrior breaking the bottleneck of practice. This means that from then on, his sword-making skills have made a qualitative leap, and it may not be long before he can practice the art of [Endowing Sword Soul].
Lin Beichen only felt a sense of blood connection coming from the hilt of the German sword.
This two-handed sword seems to be an extension of his own arms, and seems to be one with his body.
This felt more comfortable than when he held any sword before.
It's like when I was a game nerd in my previous life, I had imagined countless times and finally grasped the feeling of ecstasy.
Every swordsman must have a sword of his own.
Sure enough it is.
He held the sword and waved it casually.
Clang Clang Clang!
More than a dozen swords suspended in mid-air all broke and shattered in an instant.
"scare?"
Only then did Lin Beichen notice something was wrong around him.
"You... actually attacked me while I wasn't paying attention?"
His mind was running rapidly, and Lin Beichen did not hesitate to throw the blame away, saying: "It's so shameless. However, the ugly words are ahead, everyone has seen it, my virtue, I didn't touch your sword just now, so these I won’t pay for the broken sword.”
Lin is now an iron rooster who has nothing to lose.
Want him to pay?
impossible.
When Xia Houchong and others saw this scene, they all looked sad and wanted to cry but had no tears.
Although their swords were not treasures, they were still sharp weapons chosen from thousands of people. They were worth a lot of money and they were obtained after a lot of effort. However, in the end, they were broken and destroyed inexplicably, which made their hearts bleed.
"The fit is 100%. One sword shot will destroy a hundred swords. Haha, congratulations, little friend, you got a sword that fits perfectly."
Fan Zuang's eyes flashed with a look of shock, but he carefully concealed it and said with a smile.
A sword that fits?
"what is that?"
Lin Beichen's eyes widened with ignorance.
"Haha, I will know the beauty of it in the future." Fan Zuang did not explain, but said with a smile on his face: "There are two other swords, let me continue to name them for my little friend."
Why did this guy suddenly become so enthusiastic?
The change in attitude before and after is too obvious, right?
Suspicious in his heart, Lin Beichen handed over the Zhongyin Sword and said, "It's called Duolan."
Fan Zuang was startled: "Dolan?"
"Yeah, it's an artifact for early laning."
Lin Beichen said with emotion.
Early matchup?
What the hell?
Fan Zuang looked confused.
Others around him were also stunned.
Dolan sword?
Very strange name.
Who is Dolan?
Name?
Or a place name?
"Okay, as you wish." Fan Zuang did not ask any more questions in the end, but fulfilled his duty as a master swordsmith and used the secret technique of [Endowing Sword Spirit] to engrave the word 'Dolan' on the Zhongyin Sword.
on the blade of the sword.
This time, there was no scene of hundreds of swords worshiping.
But when Lin Beichen held the Duolan sword, bright silver mysterious patterns flickered, activating the formation within the sword body, and when the newly forged sword was awakened, Qingyue's long sword cry was still heard.
It echoed clearly in the city lord's palace, and it was even louder than the movements of Cao Potian and Bai Yiyun before.
Everyone changed their colors.
Cao Potian's face turned dark.
Fan Zuang exclaimed: "Again... another 100% fit?"
Another sword that fits the bill?
He stared at Lin Beichen, thinking in his heart, could this young man be the pure sword breed in the legend?
Are they born to be compatible with Wan Jian?
Not too possible.
This probability is too low.
Even in Baiyun City, there may not be such a genius.
Lin Beichen casually waved the Dolan Sword a few times, and it felt very good. It was like an arm directing it, and it seemed to be one with the body.
Not bad.
Suddenly I felt a little reluctant to sell it for money.
He handed the small silver sword, the light silver dagger, to Fan Zuang and said, "This sword is called... uh... let's call it Zheng Yi."
Zheng Yi?
What the hell is this name?
Fan Zuang's smiling expression gradually solidified.
Others were stunned when they heard the name.
The arrogant little luoli Bai Jinyun was stunned and said: "Zheng Yijian?"
Lin Beichen looked back and said, "What did you say? Say it again."
Bai Jinyun subconsciously said: "Zheng Yijian."
"What?" Lin Beichen asked again.
"Zheng——Yi——Sword——!!!!"
Bai Jinyun let out a dragon's roar: "Is it clear?"
"Hahaha, you heard me clearly." Lin Beichen looked back with a satisfied smile and said, "Yes, it's Ekin Zheng."
What a nostalgic name.
When I came to this world, I was really lonely, lonely and cold.
It is a happy thing to be able to hear such a familiar name from my previous life again.
He named the Zhongyin Sword 'Dolan Sword' and the small silver sword 'Zheng Yijian', not for the sake of prank or bad taste, but because he wanted to use this method to make himself feel good all the time.
Remind yourself that I am an earthling and I must try my best to return to earth.
Because, on earth, there are still relatives and friends waiting for me.
Mom and dad must be searching for me all over the world like crazy.
How anxious and desperate are they?
So, you must go back.
Lin Beichen said solemnly: "Master Fan, if you have a job, I will call you Zheng Yijian."