Wu Ming tensed up and stood up, his energy rising like a rolling river, and he deployed all his strength. His instinct told him that he was in great danger. It seemed to come from the legendary Wan Huan Zhe that had long been annihilated in the Middle Ages, but mysteriously appeared at the auction.
Bone sword!
The strange thing is that no one noticed Wu Ming's loss of composure.
Although the Wanhuan Bone-Breaking Sword is a holy sword and is rare to see, but who is Wu Ming? Every move is watched by people. How can no one pay attention to such a gaffe?
"What's going on?"
Wu Ming took a breath and tried to control himself to calm down. While slowly sitting down again, he looked around cautiously.
As he saw, everyone was looking at the opened jade box. The luster of glazed jade appeared inside, which was beautiful. A three-foot long sword could be vaguely hidden in it.
Although the sacred treasure's light is restrained and unpretentious, as long as a strong martial artist who has reached a certain level of martial arts observes carefully, he will definitely see different visions.
This beautiful, seemingly non-threatening light is the holy power of this sword!
In fact, the murderous intention contained in it is enough to make even the most powerful semi-saints tremble with fear. The saints will look at it sideways and have to temporarily avoid the edge.
But now, this sword is exposed in full view of the public. It seems that there is no danger at all. While it is being watched by others, it does not reveal even a single bit of its majesty and will as a sacred weapon!
It seems that apart from the extremely attractive vision of the precious light, it has no other characteristics. It is just an overly beautiful sword.
"wrong!"
Wu Ming had sweat on his forehead, and cold sweat rolled down his temples silently.
How could the Fantasy Bone-Breaking Sword, the majestic Holy Sword, be just an ornament?
What's more, before the jade box was opened, he had already noticed that it was indeed a sacred weapon that still had power and was not damaged.
"What went wrong?"
Wu Ming was puzzled.
But no matter how he reasoned, he couldn't figure out what the problem was. It was like there was an invisible mist covering his mind, making it difficult for him to think as quickly as usual.
Moreover, he seemed not to notice at all!
I thought hard for a long time, maybe a cup of tea, maybe half an hour, maybe even longer, but I didn't come up with any clue. An idea grew in my mind, and soon it mushroomed like mushrooms after a spring rain.
"Maybe if we look closer, we can find some clues!"
Thinking of this, Wu Ming couldn't help but get up again.
This time, he did not stand still, but left his position and walked straight to the auction table, muttering in his mouth, as if to say that he was just looking at the sword to observe it up close, and asked Dongfang Zixuan not to be nervous.
But the strange thing is that everyone is still looking at the sword in the jade box, and no one stops Wu Ming from such an abrupt and rude move.
Until, Wu Ming crossed the crowd and walked to the auction stage, ignoring Dongfang Zixuan who was still smiling and talking sweetly, and his eyes fell on the Wanhuan Bone-Breaking Sword in the jade box.
Indeed, when I took a first look at it, what I saw was no different. It was still as beautiful as ever, with a glass jade body and a flawless body. It was completely unlike the legendary demon sword that was made from the bones and skin of the Demon Emperor.
!
If Wu Ming really wanted to say it, this should not be a Wanfan bone-breaking sword, but a Buddhist treasure-light glazed sword!
"What a sword!"
Although Wu Ming was not a real swordsman, it did not hinder his love for a real magic weapon. After glancing at the broken bone sword, he stretched out his right hand involuntarily.
As he watched, his fingertips were about to touch the hilt of the sword. This rare holy sword in the world seemed to be within easy reach!
But at the moment of touching it, Wu Ming was suddenly startled, with sparkling eyes, and a golden dragon shadow and a silver-gray snake shadow suddenly appeared, looking up to the sky and roaring, hissing endlessly.
Silently, it was like a bell vibrating in his ears. Although it did not shatter the layer of light mist that invisibly enveloped his mind, it made him suddenly wake up the moment the cracks and flaws appeared.
"wrong!"
Wu Ming squinted his eyes, and the pupil of his left eye stood up, like a dragon or a snake, with a strange glow. He glanced around and found that the people around him still hadn't changed at all.
Looking at the sword in the jade box again, there is nothing unusual about it as seen before!
But at Wu Ming's level, his determination is so determined. As long as he is sure that he has been affected, how can he be unprepared?
"My little friend has a cautious and persevering temperament!"
Just when Wu Ming was thinking about how to break the situation and was about to retreat temporarily, deep in his mind, an old, but sonorous and powerful voice suddenly came.
But this sound transmission is different from ordinary ones, as if it goes straight into people's hearts, and there is no way to prevent it!
With Wu Ming's cultivation level, even a semi-sage might not be able to transmit the sound into the secrets without leaving any trace. It would even be difficult for a pseudo-sage to do so, unless he is a powerful person in the holy realm who has mastered the power of returning to nature!
The ability to moisturize things is so subtle and silent that it is impossible to figure it out, as ethereal as reality and illusion, and it is difficult to distinguish between true and false.
"Who is the senior, and why did he pull me into this fantasy space?"
Wu Ming's pupils shrank and his expression remained normal, but deep down in his heart there was a turmoil.
How amazingly powerful is it to be able to influence his mind unknowingly, and to create such an illusion without the eyes of the dragon soul and the inner demon?
"Didn't you already guess it?"
Although the owner of the old voice asked a rhetorical question, his tone was extremely determined, "You can escape the influence of my illusory image in such a short period of time. Although you are only a second-level god-refining practitioner, your soul is so powerful. Already infinitely close to the false saint.
In fact, he is not weaker than the false saint in terms of quantity, only the final transformation is missing.
If I’m not mistaken, you are already on the verge of transformation!”
As he spoke, light flickered on the sword in the jade box, and a tall, burly, white-haired old man wearing linen clothes and standing barefoot suddenly appeared, looking at Wu Ming with burning eyes.
Although his face was slightly dark, his eyes were filled with an indescribable divine light, and his whole demeanor was even more aloof, like Youdao Quanzhen, a fairy-like Taoist, rather than a master of weapon refining.
"Senior is Master Ouye?"
Wu Ming's mind was slightly awe-inspiring, and he could easily see through the power of his soul. This was indeed not an ordinary saint, but the realm of the saint's power!
This is confidence, not arrogance!
Moreover, the fact that the other party was able to hide it from so many people present fully demonstrated the other party's ability.
"good!"
Master Ouye admitted frankly and sighed with infinite regret, "I didn't expect that after so many years in the Middle Ages, there are still people who remember me."
Wu Ming remained silent and did not answer.
Even if the other party says it clearly and seems to have nothing to hide, the existence of an old monster that has existed for countless years and seems to have preserved its intelligence in this weird way cannot be judged by common sense.
So, speak less and make fewer mistakes, speak more and make more mistakes!
The most important thing is that Master Ouye is a weapon refiner, but he does not have such real and illusory means of chaos.
"It seems that my little friend has a lot of precautions against me. It's so good, but I'm also worried that I'm entrusting someone to a bad person, so that the inheritance will be cut off and there will be no way to continue!"
Master Ouye praised.
"Master is looking for a successor? I'm afraid I'm not the best candidate, and I know people from the Ouye family. If Master can trust me, I can find them and let Master pass it on to future generations."
Wu Ming said cautiously.
"Little friend, you are interested. If you hadn't sensed the treasure aura of my Ouye family's weapon refining techniques in you, I wouldn't have found you!"
Master Ouye's tone was sincere and he seemed to have nothing to hide when he said, "Moreover, what I inherited from you is not the method of refining weapons.
With your age, strength, and talent, it is already too late to learn how to refine weapons, and it will affect your own cultivation.
In addition to giving you a piece of inheritance as a reward, I just want you to send the inheritance to the children of the Ouye family who are still alive today."
"Don't worry, Master. I will do my best. However, this inheritance may not be a simple transfer of divine knowledge. It should be about bringing back this illusory bone-breaking sword, right?"
Wu Ming remained silent for a while.
"Yes, it seems that my little friend does have an extraordinary origin. No wonder I feel a familiar aura on you. You...should be a child of a medieval family!
I only have a little residual spirit left now. If I hadn't been the one who refined this sword, I would have only the immortal will left.
In fact, if I hadn’t had some tricks back then, I wouldn’t even be able to keep my immortal will, and I could only keep a legacy holy sword empty!”
Master Ouye said.
The Wanhuan Bone-Breaking Sword is an inherited sacred weapon, just like the original Wandering Dragon Holy Sword, which Master Ouye devoted his whole life to.
"I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint the master. Although I'm quite worthy, I can't compete with so many powerful people present. They all come from the Tianpin Sect and the Ancient Family.
Moreover, even if I finally get the sword, I’m afraid I won’t be able to take it with me, because…”
Wu Ming described his predicament in a concise and concise manner, but did not exaggerate too much, but omitted some key points.
Just like, his hidden backhand, his ambush, his potential allies!
"Don't worry, little friend. Since I asked you to take away this holy sword, I have a complete solution. It's just that you will need to do something and take some risks!"
Master Ouye stroked the sword gently and said with a somewhat lonely expression.
"If this is the case, I will do my best to help my senior realize his long-cherished wish!"
Wu Ming's face remained as usual, but there was a coldness in his heart.
A holy sword sent to the hands of today's Ouye family is not the hope of rise, but the source of disaster!
Even if the other party only has a little intelligence left, as an old antique who has lived for countless years, it is impossible to think of this, but he has no intention of mentioning it at all.
Inside and outside the words, I only revealed one thing, that is, Wu Ming must take the sword away!
"Is this the Dongfang family's trump card?"
Wu Ming was suspicious, but felt that it was a bit exaggerated.
With the capabilities of the Dongfang family, it is absolutely impossible to mobilize the holy weapons, but if the Four Seas Dragon Clan is willing to take action, it is possible to lend these holy treasures.
If it were not for him, but for other purposes, the layout of the temples would be reasonable.
"Young friends may not know that this sword appears here not for you, but to bring out the fallen demons and demons hiding in the dark!"
As if he had understood what Wu Ming was thinking, Master Ouye's figure swayed and blended into the sword, "Go ahead, when the time comes, I will help you."
Wu Ming felt his eyes blur. When he looked again, it was clear that there was no change at all in the field, but he could see that everyone was a little more alive.
The two of them talked for so long, but it was only a moment outside!