"Ahem, what's wrong with you?" Chen Shen touched his nose innocently.
"What's wrong? You, you, you, you..."
"Oh! I really don't know what to say to you."
Pan Xiangqian sighed heavily and put his arm around Chen Shen's shoulders: "Follow me back to the Second Hantian Peak!"
"Whoosh!"
After that, without waiting for the other party to respond, he pulled him out of the hall, stretched out his wings and soared into the sky.
"Junior Sister Pan, please come this way."
"Oh, okay, okay..."
Pan He looked back three times at a time, looking in the direction where the figure of the young man in white disappeared, feeling worried.
Not long after, at the Second Hantian Peak, Pan's courtyard.
Rather than saying this is a "courtyard", it is more appropriate to say it is a city.
What he saw along the way made Chen Shen secretly praise him: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, you really deserve to be one of the seven famous clans of Jihantian Sect. The scale of a clan house can almost match that of Daxia Royal City!"
After the young man followed Pan Xiangqian into the secret retreat room dedicated to the patriarch, the old man suddenly raised his hand——
"Uh, uh, uh, uh!"
White lights flashed one after another, and four low-level earth-level sword-shaped mysterious weapons were suspended in the air.
“Take your pick!”
"Huh? What, what does this mean?" Chen Shen was a little confused.
"What do you mean? Humph!"
Pan Xiangqian said angrily: "Of course it's to improve your chances of winning tomorrow! Could it be that it's just to let you go out with a sword and look cool?"
After saying that, the old man started to undress and untie himself again, staring at Chen Shen with a pair of eyes full of resentment.
He finally found a suitable husband for Pan He, and also found a soaring hope for the entire Pan family.
But now, all this has forced this "quick son-in-law riding a dragon" to end up on a cliff. Can Pan Xiangqian not feel resentful?
But Chen Shen doesn’t know the truth!
In his opinion, the old man's expression was particularly disgusting: "Hey, hey, hey, you, you take off your clothes and make your hair dry? I'm not that kind of person!"
Pan Xiangqian rolled his eyes and didn't bother to explain to the other party.
Fortunately, after he took off his icy blue sect brocade robe, he stopped moving, revealing the set of golden soft armor he wore next to his body.
Hearing a "Crack" sound, the old man took off his soft armor and handed it to Chen Shen: "I will also lend you this middle-grade 'Golden Turtle Armor' for the time being."
"Put it on, even if you are faced with the killing blows of the four-star Xuanzong peak of the Hua division, you will not be killed in one move."
After that, he looked at Chen Shen, who was still stunned, and slapped him on the forehead angrily: "You brat, how long are you going to stay stunned? Hurry up and choose a sword!"
"I heard from Pan He yesterday that it was you who pulled out the demon spirit sword and instantly killed the violent ice-armored two-headed ape with an extremely sharp sword-like mystical skill."
"Think about it, the mysterious skills you practice should be mainly sword-type weapons, right?"
"Uh, well..." Chen Shen really didn't know whether he should admit it or not.
In fact, among the many mysterious skills he currently masters, the most powerful weapon type is the spear-type mysterious weapon used in "The Divine Elephant Spirit Phoenix Spear".
It's just that since he left Qingyun Sect, there hasn't been an opponent worthy of him using this trick again...
In front of him, the old man Pan Xiangqian seemed to be anxious. Even if Chen Shen didn't answer, the old man himself kept talking——
"Hmph, the old immortal Pan Xiangqian has set a rule. The weapons you use in tomorrow's duel must not exceed the level of the middle-grade earth-level. Otherwise, the Demon Spirit Sword is the best choice."
"I scolded the guy next door! The old guy said it was 'in order to minimize the damage to the sect's barrier'. In fact, wasn't he afraid of the power of the Demonic Spirit Sword passed down from our Pan family's ancestors?"
"As for the ice soul sword that I use for my own use, although it is an earth-level middle-grade mysterious weapon, its weapon spirit has been baptized by my profound energy and soul all year round. With your cultivation level of only one-star Xuanzong realm, if you want to do it in a short time It is absolutely impossible to tame and control it in just one day."
"If you use it forcefully, it might harm the Lord."
"This golden turtle armor is different. Whoever wears it, the spirit of the armor will spontaneously protect the owner."
…
Chen Shen looked at the old man's extremely solemn expression. Although this kind of caring was a bit inexplicable, the young man could feel that he wanted to help him from the bottom of his heart.
Therefore, even though Pan Xiangqian Luoliba talked a lot, Chen Shen not only did not feel disgusted, but was actually moved.
"Then I would be disrespectful."
With the emotion deeply cherished in his heart, the young man smiled slightly, stretched out his hand, and caught the five-foot long sword with the fire flowing all over his body.
Well, this is also the only one among the four earth-level mysterious weapons that has its own scabbard and can be used to draw the sword.
Pan Xiangqian nodded, rolled up his sleeves, and pocketed the remaining three mysterious weapons, and then said: "The weapon spirit of the Flowing Fire Buddha Sword has not yet recognized its owner, so it is easier to tame it."
"With your cultivation level, three hours should be enough."
"I have a secret retreat room for you to use. After three hours, take the Flowing Fire Buddha Sword, put on the gold turtle armor, and follow me to the courtyard."
"Ah? What are you doing there?"
"Nonsense, of course I want to test your strength!"
Pan Xiangqian hadn't calmed down his anger yet, and spoke to Chen Shen in a rough voice.
But Chen Shen didn't mind, because he could feel that the old man was thinking about himself. His tone was a little harsh, but it was also because he had made decisions before, right?
"Three hours later, you use your strongest sword skill to attack me. Then I can roughly calculate your chances of winning."
Pan Xiangqian said with a dark face: "In my opinion, the representatives sent by the Hua clan to fight are most likely from the Hua division, the pinnacle of the four-star Xuanzong."
"If your sword skills and killing moves are ineffective... I will use the power of Xuanling initiation to temporarily teach you and me the most powerful sword techniques of the Pan family!"
"As for how much you can finally understand, it all depends on your own destiny."
Hearing this, Chen Shen couldn't help but frowned: "It's gratifying to be able to learn a sword move for nothing, but... the side effects of Xuanling's initiation and transfer of moves are huge."
"Although we haven't been together for a long time, the Pans and their daughter treat me really well. How can I deceive others?"
At this point, Chen Shen made up his mind, but he scratched his head in embarrassment: "Yes, yes."
"But... well, as long as I am doing something related to worshiping and recognizing artifact spirits, there must be no one around, otherwise I will definitely be distracted."
"So, can you always go out first? Let me finish the preparations in the closed room alone, and then go out to find you?"
"There are so many things!"
Pan Xiangqian rolled his eyes and threw the key to the secret room to the other party: "Be quick with your movements. Even if it is a Xuanling initiation, it will take at least three to five hours."
"Don't forget, your fight with Pan also clearly stipulates a time. If you fail to meet the time limit, it is equivalent to losing, and you will have to commit suicide!"
"Don't worry, I understand." Chen Shen nodded vigorously.
What he was thinking in his heart was: "I'm sorry, I won't be able to get out until an hour before the start of the game..."
Soon, three hours passed and the sun gradually set in the west.
In the courtyard, Pan Xiangqian was sitting on pins and needles: "This kid Tulong... why are you so lazy!"