I don’t know how much time passed, but the disciples of the sword pavilion in the sword-washing pool changed one batch after another. Ju Buyi endured for three days and returned without success. When everyone thought he was about to leave, this little guy
But after eating and drinking enough, he continued to run to the sword washing pool to temper the sword bones with the help of the sword intention in the water.
Senior Brother Kuang was also speechless.
It is said that all the people in the Sword Pavilion are geniuses at practicing swordsmanship, but except for those special guys, who can sit there without sleep for several days, fill their stomachs and come back immediately? This kind of hard work is really frustrating.
People can't help but wonder, is this little guy a monster?
He looked at Ju Buyi dumbfounded, then raised his head and looked at Lin Su. Both of them were monsters. Are the people outside the Jiange practicing so hard?
Breathing and heartbeat are completely synchronized, imitating the mysterious thing under the sword washing pool. Although you still can't communicate with it, you can use your breath to polish the sword more quickly, achieving twice the result with half the effort.
On the thirteenth day, Ju Buyi understood a wisp of sword intent. A vision of heaven and earth came. The ancient sword of Tianjian Mountain buzzed, which alarmed Feng Wuxu. "This vision of heaven and earth...could it be the same genius as Yu Zi?"
born?"
He and several elders rushed to the sword-washing pool at the same time. The moment they saw Ju Buyi, the elders were so excited that they slurred their words, "A natural sword bone? This is a natural sword bone. It is only owned by the second generation founder of the sword pavilion."
Special physique, which cousin is this boy?"
The second generation founder of Jiange, the second genius in the history of Jiange who understood the sword's will to the pinnacle of perfection. The first generation founder once said that he is the person most likely to surpass himself.
Unfortunately, the second-generation Patriarch did not surpass the first-generation Patriarch as he wished. It coincided with the troubled times for the leader of the Ancient Heaven Demon Sect. The second-generation Patriarch led the sword pavilion masters to attack Zong Xumi, but was defeated and accidentally died.
Born with a sword bone, a physique unique in history, even after thousands of years, only the second-generation ancestor and the child in front of him have possessed it.
Whoosh!
"He is born with a sword bone. He is such a good young man with excellent bones. He is an unparalleled young man in the world."
An old man with white beard and hair appeared quietly beside the sword washing pool. Even Feng Wuxu didn't notice it in advance. The old man listened and Feng Wuxu and the other elders immediately saluted respectfully, "Uncle Master."
This person is the oldest person in the Jiange Pavilion. On behalf of the master of the Jiange Pavilion, the old man is called Master Uncle. His existence makes Jiange rank among the ten sects. To put it bluntly, if the old man dies, then there will be no comment in the future.
The ten sects may not have anything to do with Jiange.
The old man said: "I met such a good young man just after I came out of seclusion. This son is destined to me."
Everyone was chatting, and no one could refuse the decision made by Master Shizu. Moreover, in terms of seniority, he was also the most influential talker in the Jiange. Who dared to compete with him for a disciple?
Qin Wuwei took a closer look and secretly exclaimed, "Sect Master, this boy doesn't seem to be a disciple of Jiange. He looks like one of Lin Shaoxia's younger brothers. I don't know if he is dazzled or not."
Hearing this, Feng Wuxu could not understand the meaning of Qin Wuxu's words. For the latter to say these words, it was most likely a confirmed fact, and he felt secretly regretful in his heart.
All the elders suddenly felt a pang of regret. If this person was a disciple of Jiange, he must have been a good child who had devoted all his efforts to cultivate him. With the physique that the second generation Patriarch had just now, he might not be able to become a figure like the Patriarch in the future. Just one person would be better than many of Jiange's disciples.
The disciple, even Yu Zi, who was born with swordsmanship, would be eclipsed by his light.
But the old man ignored him and said forcefully: "This boy must be my disciple. The sword bones he is born with cannot be wasted. His understanding of swordsmanship is still inferior to Quan Zhen. No matter what the cost, we must keep this boy, even if he opens it once."
Hidden Sword Peak doesn’t matter.”
The sword energy rushed into the sky, scattering the white clouds covering the sun. The sunflower shone down, and Ju Buyi's backbone seemed to be pushed by a hand. It was as straight as a sword, and the thirty-three sword bones were as clear as crystal.
"Thirty-three sword bones, good, good, good!" The old man was extremely excited. If Feng Wuxu and others hadn't pulled him away, he would have stroked Ju Buyi's sword bones. The unprecedented thirty-three sword bones were better than his predecessors.
Better than blue.
The second generation Patriarch has a sword bone, but it is not the most complete. There are only twelve segments, that is, twelve thoracic vertebrae. Even so, his amazing talent and beauty have surprised the world. It must be the Patriarch's spiritual appearance that makes him so good.
It must be like this when the seedlings are delivered to him who has only a short time to live.
In the land of Xuzhou, you can see the visions of heaven and earth. At that time, the pastor of Xuzhou said that there were visions coming from the sky. This was an instruction to drive out the Tartars and restore the great rivers and mountains of the Great Zhou Dynasty. He mythologized and boasted about the difficult things that had happened.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
The elders were surprised and quickly held down the restless sword on their waists. They said to themselves that this natural sword bone was Cang's favorite. Even though they had been refining the sword for many years, the natural sword bone kept moving when they saw it.
The old man was overjoyed and shouted loudly: "Don't stop me, this is the sword bone that is born to choose the sword, let it choose."
The old man's voice spread to every corner of the sword pavilion
, the originally doubtful disciple let go of his sword at this time, and thousands of streams of light shot straight into the sword washing pool. The elder's sword was all unsheathed and lined up beside Ju Buyi.
call out!
A rusty sword broke through the mountain and flew out, stopping next to Ju Buyi with the old man's tearful expression. The swords of several elders were all a head short.
Ju Buyi felt something next to his hand, and he immediately grasped it. Purple light exploded, thunder arced and thunderbolt struck, and a whirlpool of spiritual energy rose in the sky.
The old man's eyes were moist, "This is the Cang Lei Sword of the second generation ancestor. He is the recognized sword master of Cang Lei Sword."
Boom! Boom! Boom!
In the whirlpool, a purple sky thunder struck the Cang Lei Sword without any bias, and the sword body radiated purple light. The sword energy was scattered in all directions, and the rust suddenly spread all over the ground, and the original appearance of the Cang Lei Sword was revealed.
The sword is five feet four inches long, and the sword body is white and covered with purple thunder patterns. Each thunder pattern hides terrifying power. The hilt is dark, and it was made from the spine of a super alien beast killed by the first ancestor.
That day, the sky thundered violently, and purple thunder filled the mountains.
Ju Buyi woke up and felt the Cang Lei Sword in his hand. He turned his head to Feng Wuxu and the others in surprise: "Which of you put the sword in my hand? Take it away, take it away, it's too heavy."
Feng Wuxu and others turned their heads to one side. It was so annoying. The Cang Lei Sword is such a treasure, but someone would want to throw it away because of Shen. I really want to beat him to death.
Everyone has chosen swords at Hidden Sword Peak, and the second-generation Patriarch’s Cang Lei Sword is undoubtedly the most coveted thing. After the first-generation Patriarch’s sword disappeared, almost everyone who entered Hidden Sword Peak tried to be infected by the Cang Lei Sword.
, the results are all in vain.
Hearing this, the old man laughed and said: "My child, the Blue Thunder Sword has chosen you. This is your sword, and it will follow you from now on."
"Really?" Ju Buyi was half-convinced. He held the Cang Lei Sword in both hands, looked at it, and muttered, "But this sword is too heavy and long. It's not easy to hold or carry on your back."
call out!
Cang Lei Sword seemed to understand Ju Buyi's words, and turned into a streak of purple light and printed it on the back of his left hand. Ju Buyi was so frightened that he hurriedly checked it.
freed!
Put it away!
freed!
Put it away!
After trying it several times, Ju Buyi never tired of it and exclaimed: "It's amazing, this sword is just like my hand."
The old man was very satisfied that he could use the Blue Thunder Sword freely at such a young age, so he asked: "My child, what is your name?"
Ju Buyi said: "My name is Ju Buyi."
"Good name, good name."
Everyone was confused. What a good name? What’s so good about it?
Chapter completed!