Chapter three hundred and seventy-four saints try sword farewell ceremony
At this time, Fang Yi was smiling happily, thinking over and over again, hoping that the saint could give some advice, but the saint was thinking deeply, making people unpredictable, and he just gave it away.
"This~" However, when Fang Yi felt relieved again, the saint showed hesitation again, looking at Fang Yi slightly and not knowing what he was hesitating about.
Fang Yi saw the saint's expression like this again, and his heart skipped a beat. Seeing the saint's appearance like this, it turned out that he didn't know what he was doing, and he didn't look down on it.
"Hmm! You're such a poor person and you still want to be approached by the sage for advice. Why don't you hand over the treasure at the bottom of the box?" Xiaopan stood under the sage, who was prone to sarcastic remarks.
Seeing this posture, Fang Yi touched the two long swords behind him, and the reluctance on his face became more and more obvious.
The things in the meson space are not of much value in Fang Yi's opinion. They are just extra gains from this experience, and at least they have nothing to use until now.
However, the two long swords on his back are his "eating" ones, and even his own life-saving ones. If the saint takes a fancy to him, he will have to think about it.
Judging from the recent battles, Fang Yi's dependence on the long sword has become less and less, and he will not even use the sword when the opponent is not very powerful.
These two long swords have become Fang Yi's life-saving tools at the bottom of the box. His two fists have become a powerful enemy. His hidden sword can't release his horizontal energy. His bare hands can distinguish between equals. He will kill the intruder when he takes out the sheath.
At this time, Fang Yi could say that his enemies were among his equals with just his two fists. After the two long swords behind him were unsheathed, he was sure to kill those who came in the future. This may be a symbol of becoming Fang Yi.
Indeed, in Fang Yi's opinion, the meaning of this long sword is far greater than those "treasures" that don't know what they are for.
If the saint is interested in these two long swords, then Fang Yi will be in a dilemma.
"Huh? What are you thinking about, little friend?" The saint couldn't help but ask when he saw Fang Yi's expression of ice and fire.
In the eyes of others, Fang Yi's expression at this moment was smiling and twitching, which looked quite interesting.
"Ah! Saint! Did the Saint take a fancy to the two long swords behind you?" Fang Yi said with a sad face, just grabbing the hilt of the long sword.
"Huh? Let me take a look!" When the saint heard what Fang Yi said, the two long swords behind Fang Yi aroused curiosity.
"Ah! This~" Fang Yi thought to himself, he really liked his two long swords, and he was afraid that he would give them to him even if he didn't give them to him.
How to explain to the master in the future will be a gift from the will of the sages of Jianlin of the Yue Sword Sect.
Furthermore, how to explain to the Shang Emperor that Ling Shen was the future of the Great Shang Empire, and the sword that accompanied General Xiao Zhan back then.
If he really wants to be taken away by the saint, he is no longer a human being, both inside and outside!
"What? I just took a look at your two long swords. I thought they were pretty good and wanted to take a look!" Seeing Fang Yi's hesitant expression, the saint said with a springy voice.
Fang Yi was even more hesitant when he heard this. He was so curious after just one glance. If he really wanted to take a closer look, how good could he get these two long swords?
"Show it to Your Majesty!" Just when Fang Yi was hesitating, Emperor Shang's voice appeared in Fang Yi's mind.
It seems that Emperor Shang saw Fang Yi's embarrassed look and knew what Fang Yi was worried about.
"But~" Fang Yi hesitated to speak the words in his mind.
"It's okay! Although these two swords are indistinguishable from divine weapons, I still think that the saint will not be greedy for them. After all, the vision of the saint is not something you and I can know!" Emperor Shang advised Fang Yi to decide directly.
idea, he persuaded Fang Yi.
Despite Emperor Shang's persuasion, Fang Yi still had a hurdle in his heart and was extremely hesitant.
Looking at the saint's expectant eyes again, I couldn't bear to refute the saint's face.
Unexpectedly, after ordering the soldiers, the saint would encounter this dilemma again.
Fang Yi couldn't help but sigh, this life is either a broken road or a fork in the road, there is no good road anyway.
"Okay! Stop worrying! Trust me! Trust the Saint!" Emperor Shang seemed to be chanting a mantra in Fang Yi's mind, which made Fang Yi a little "confused."
"Forget it!" Fang Yi's expression condensed, he made up his mind, pulled out Yu Yuan and Ling Shen from behind, displayed them one on the left and one on the right in front of the saint, and said: "Here, saint!"
At this time, not to mention the solemn look on Fang Yi's face, he felt heartbroken and cried.
"Haha! What's this expression? I won't win anyone's love. I just take a look and study it! Don't look like this, it makes me panic!" Seeing Fang Yi's expression, the saint quickly said something to reassure Fang Yi.
words.
The meaning is very obvious, just let me take a look, maybe I can give Fang Yi some pointers.
"Ah?" Fang Yi was stunned after hearing the saint's words.
In the end, he really judged the gentleman with his own villain's heart. Did the saint really take a second look at him?
Realizing that he had misunderstood the Saint, Fang Yi felt extremely embarrassed. He gently placed the two long swords on the stone table and released his hands for the Saint to study.
"Holy one, please!" Fang Yi held out his hands to show respect.
"Old Taoist, I'm here to give you a palm eye. I guess you haven't taken a closer look at these two long swords, right?" The saint picked up the Lingshen sword and observed it carefully, but the other party Yi said
road.
"Uh~ I've seen it! I've seen it~" Fang Yi scratched his head to cover up his embarrassment.
"Does this sword have a name?" The saint looked at the canthus pattern of Lingshen's long sword and touched the sword body. The cold touch of the dark red light of Lingshen's long sword was felt by the saint.
"This sword is called Ling Shen!" Fang Yi saluted and said to the saint.
"What a sword! The fierce look is clearly revealed. If you smell it, you will retreat. The evil spirit is rampant and you can kill thousands of miles away!"
As he spoke, the saint swung the Lingshen sword into the air, and the color of the sky instantly changed. Dark red light enveloped the entire world, and the aura of murder filled the world.
It's like thousands of troops fighting bloody battles for thousands of miles, disobeying the heaven and the earth, and my heart is surging!
"Take it!" This feeling disappeared in a flash, and the saint took back the Lingshen sword in his palm.
Then, put the Ling Shen sword back on the stone table.
Fang Yi watched the saint casually swing the Lingshen sword and use the bloody evil energy of the Lingshen sword so skillfully, it was astonishing and he couldn't help but admire him.
"The saint has mastered this skill! I am ashamed of myself!" Fang Yi said with some respect.
This is also a fact. This saint is not accompanied by the Lingshen Long Sword. Logically speaking, he should not use this ability to unleash the potential of the Lingshen Long Sword, but this is exactly what Fang Yi admires.
"It's ridiculous! My little friend needs to understand more. There is a lot of will in this long sword. The obsession for a certain thing is probably condensed by tens of millions of people. If it is exerted, a whole world can
Broken! We haven’t reached the peak yet!" The saint said to Fang Yi, and these words were obviously giving Fang Yi a hint.
"Thank you, Saint!" Fang Yi was elated when he heard the Saint's evaluation of the Lingshen sword.
The saint was obviously giving Fang Yi some advice, which made Fang Yi feel happy.
"Okay! I'm taking a look at this long sword!"
After putting down the Lingshen sword, the saint picked up the Yuyu sword again and pondered it carefully.
At this time, the saint looked at Yu Changjian without frowning. He looked at the three-foot sword peak of Yu Changjian and stroked the mysterious pattern on Yu Changjian. He didn't know what he was thinking about.
Seeing the saint's expression, Fang Yi's heart skipped a beat. He suspected that the saint might have some complaints about the captain's sword, right?
"Little friend?" The saint raised his head and looked at Fang Yi,
"Here!" Fang Yi didn't dare to neglect and hurried back.
"What's the name of this sword?" The saint flicked his two fingers, and the long sword made a crisp sound. Fang Yi asked.
"Oh! The name of this sword is You!" Fang Yi quickly replied after hearing this.
"Yu Yu! Yu Yu!" The saint muttered the name of Yu Yu, and he seemed to be communicating with the sword as he turned his hands.
Sometimes the long sword is pointed up to the sky, and the light is shining, and sometimes it is pointed at the ground, but the breath is scattered.
"Ouch?" Xiaopan was beside the saint, but he didn't expect that the saint didn't care about him at all. While swinging his sword, he almost split himself in half.
If Xiaopan hadn't reacted quickly and evaded in time, he might have become a dead soul under the sword of the saint.
Fang Yi couldn't help but smile when he saw Xiaopan's movements. It seemed that Xiaopan was holding back a lot in the Sage.
Of course, after Xiaopan knew the danger, he walked away, fearing that the saint would miss and become the core again.
Suddenly, the saint stood up, pointed the sword in his hand diagonally at the earth, and took a few steps forward. At this time, the saint closed his eyes and stood between the sky and the earth.
"Three feet of green front, the sharp edge is not revealed, the body is full of intention, and the intention is for the future!"
At this time, the saint jumped into the air with a long sword in hand, with the power to open the sky.
It seems to be hidden, it seems to be invisible, it is ethereal.
Now it seems to be holding up the sky and standing upright with the sky and the earth!
I saw that the saint wielding the long sword casually waved his hand, and the power of opening the sky was fully displayed. The power of breaking the sky appeared, and a crack in the void appeared in the sky.
In that crack, the feedback feels unfathomable and the aura is messy. If Fang Yi falls deeply into it, he may turn into powder in an instant.
After a few breaths, the crack in the void slowly closed and disappeared into the sky. The restored sky seemed like nothing had happened, and it was still clear and clear.
After a while, the saint fell from the sky.
"Holy One!" Fang Yi hurriedly stood up and saluted the Holy One.
"Sit! Sit!" When the saint saw Fang Yi standing up, a smile appeared on his face, and he quickly waved his hand for Fang Yi to sit down.
Fang Yi did not dare to refuse sternly, and followed the saint's wishes and sat back on the stone bench.
"My little friend is also a genius!" The saint's comments about Fang Yi immediately left Fang Yi confused.
"I wonder what the saint means?" Fang Yi scratched his head and asked with a puzzled look on his face.
"Who will use this sword?"
"yes!"
"The style of your Ling Shen Long Sword is incompatible with you, but it was obtained by you at the same time, little friend. It stands to reason that one of the two styles can be used, and the other one must be the same as the iron sword. Unexpectedly, it was found by my little friend.
There is a trace of common ground!" The saint said to Fang Yi with a smile on his face.
"Ah?" When the saint said this, Fang Yi didn't even know what he meant.
"Haha! That's all! That's all! Opportunity
What a coincidence, I'm afraid I might be discovered by a friend accidentally!" the saint said to Fang Yi.
"Um~ I'm brave, isn't it possible for a saint to command these two swords at the same time?" Fang Yi asked timidly.
"Oh! I'm just a veteran, I just forcefully pumped the air, and I haven't had any deep contact with these two long swords. I can barely see! I can barely see!" The saint stroked his beard and put down the long sword.
The saint is so self-effacing that he is really ashamed of himself.
This is still barely visible, but Fang Yi may not be able to achieve the power of breaking the sky with one sword even if he gives him thousands more years. This strength may have already transcended the world of cultivation.
"The Saint is so humble! He is so humble!" Fang Yixiang said respectfully to the Saint at this time.
"Okay! Okay! I found a trace of aura on this long sword, which is gratifying to say!"
"gratifying?"
"Haha! Stop talking! Stop talking! You will find out if you are destined!" the saint said with a smile. It seems that this discovery gave the saint some information.
Fang Yi saw that the saint's avoidance was inconvenient, so he had to give up.
"Okay, put it away! These two long swords are both good swords. I'm afraid they will be worth their weight in your hands! Use them well!" The saint said to Fang Yi, but his words were extremely sincere and there was no exaggeration in his words.
"Thank you, saint!"
Fang Yi saw the saint bowing the two long swords in front of Fang Yi again, and quickly put the two long swords into their sheaths.
"I haven't had a conversation with this person in many years. This conversation has also made me live in my heart, which has been silent for many years!" The saint seemed to appreciate Fang Yi very much.
"This~" Fang Yi listened to the saint's words and looked at the stone man Xiaopan standing aside.
"Oh? Him? Staying at the foot of the mountain all day and not chatting with me, the old Taoist, doesn't count!" The saint saw Fang Yi looking at Xiao Pan, so he waved his hand and said.
Xiaopan was very unhappy when he heard what the saint said. He cursed the saint secretly, "This brat doesn't know what the saint's cultivation is. I know exactly who follows you around every day. I feel scared every day when I'm around you, an old man with a strong nose."
, even if you are not sick and you are suffering from illness, you might as well look at the mountain gate and take a stroll with nothing to do, how happy you are.
"That's it! That's it!" Fang Yi looked at Xiao Pan's face and wanted to understand something, so he could only agree.
Fang Yi looked at the sky and knew that the saint had probably given him a lot of advice, so he didn't need to ask for more.
I thought it was too late and hoped that the saint would let me leave the Penglai Holy Land.
Unexpectedly, there was no feeling of setting in the west at all, and it was actually daylight all day long. This put Fang Yi in a lot of trouble, and he couldn't find a reason to leave here.
At this time, Fang Yi really couldn't get away even if he wanted to, and he was still a little scared. If the saint took a fancy to his sword and regretted taking it away, he would lose more than he gained.
"Oh? It's getting late!" Unexpectedly, before Fang Yi could say anything, the saint pretended to look at the sky and said this.
Fang Yi felt bold at this time. This saint would also pretend. When did the sky change?
Fang Yi even suspected that the changes in the four seasons of Penglai Holy Land, day and night, were all in the mouth of the saint.
I once thought that just after the saint said that it was getting late, the sun in the sky instantly changed into a setting sun. The sun set in the west and the red sun accompanied him into the mountains.
"F*ck!" Fang Yi was secretly shocked. Was he really saying that? Is the Penglai Holy Land really under the control of the saint?
"Yes! Yes! It's getting late!" Fang Yi also made an expression of agreement with the saint on his face, pretending that time really flies by.
"Okay! Drink this cup of tea before leaving!" The saint pretended to be a little reluctant and said to Fang Yi.
At the same time, with a wave of his sleeves, a new cup of tea appeared in front of Fang Yi. It was steaming, and it seemed that he was saying goodbye to Fang Yi.
"Then it's better to obey my orders than to be respectful!" Fang Yi picked up the teacup and saluted the saint.
"Little friend! Please!" The saint also picked up the tea cup and motioned to Fang Yi.
This is not turbid wine, but using tea instead of wine has its meaning.
"Then I'm going to get bored!" Fang Yi really felt that taking a sip was really unpleasant, and it was not as good as tasting wine and taking it down in one sip.
As he spoke, Fang Yi held the teacup in his hand.
"Hey! Little friend!"
Before the saint could stop Fang Yi, Fang Yi drank the tea in one gulp.
When the saint saw this, his heart skipped a beat. Fortunately, it was not poison, but it was just that Fang Yi needed to feel a little uncomfortable.
"This tea?" As Fang Yi drank the tea, his face became sleepy and shaky.
Isn't this what being drunk looks like?
"Little friend! Little friend!" The saint waved his hand across the stone table and called Fang Yi at the same time.
However, Fang Yi was already a little confused. Although he heard the saint's voice, he was unable to respond.
Not long after, Fang Yi fell to the ground and fell asleep on the ground.
"Holy One! This~" Xiaopan came to the Holy One and looked at Fang Yida who was lying on the ground unconscious.
"Hey! I was impulsive! I was impulsive! I thought it was a farewell gift, but I didn't know that my little friend was so impulsive and drank it all in one gulp!" the saint said helplessly.