I, beat the Eastern Swordsman at the beginning

Chapter 155

Chapter 150 Fifth Sword Raising Pond
The hilt of this square sword is carved from a whole huge stone, with a faint cold light, the lines above it are covered with moss, and even some parts are damaged due to weathering, but they still stand tall.

Ye Feixian slashed out with the immortal soul in his hand, but he couldn't shake the hilt of the sword that seemed about to collapse.

After trying for a while, Ye Feixian smiled wryly, shook his head helplessly, and said:

"There must be something hidden in the hilt of this stone carving, so that it can stand here for many years and remain uncorrupted, but I can't know from it."

Immediately, his eyes kept looking up and down, and he asked himself in doubt:

"What secret is buried in this stone hilt?"

Nan Xizhi at the side looked at Ye Feixian who had a troubled expression in front of her, smiled slightly, and said:

"I think this object should be the sword passed down by those ancient cultivators. It's a pity that it was buried here and never revealed to the world."

Hearing this, Ye Feixian couldn't help but nodded, showing a little approval.

Strange to say, after the fairy soul returned to Ye Feixian's hands, it no longer absorbed the magical aura contained in the hilt of the sword, no matter how Ye Feixian made a move.

After staying here for a while, Ye Feixian decided to turn back with Nan Xizhi who was staring blankly at the pool.

This place is already deep in the sword mound, and there is no place to explore ahead, Ye Feixian had no choice but to turn around with Nan Xizhi.

When the two of them returned to the place where the steles were scattered, many practitioners had already been searching for it within four weeks.

They had never seen a sword pierced all over the ground, so they thought it looked like this.

"Look, there's something down here."

Suddenly, a few practitioners who were exploring all around exclaimed, and instantly attracted the attention of other practitioners.

As soon as the words fell, a large group of practitioners flocked to the back of the stone tablet.

In the tombs behind the stele, most of them were buried with rags, and occasionally a sword appeared, and because of the power of time, it had long been turned into a pile of residue.

However, the exclamation of these practitioners happened to discover the mysterious sword that was buried with the owner!

"Not bad!"

A sharp sword slowly appeared in the eyes of many practitioners.

Not only that!

In the eyes of many practitioners, they can even vaguely feel that there is a mysterious and terrifying coercion emanating from the body of the sword. The sword he holds is even more terrifying!
In fact, after they discovered such a mysterious place, they did not announce it at the first time, but because they were unable to take out such a mysterious sword after many people tried, I am afraid they will not generously share this good news with them. revealed.

Many practitioners who came to watch were crowded in a small space, looking at the mysterious sword in front of them, they all looked at each other, completely helpless with the scene in front of them.

After a long time, some practitioners gradually felt a little helpless looking at the scene in front of them, and then they left in disappointment. Ye Feixian and Nan Xizhi were the only ones left in the empty space where the stone monument stood.

Walking forward slowly, Ye Feixian looked at the sword in the tomb, frowned slightly and then shook his head slightly.

Looking at the sword in front of him that makes other practitioners covet it, to him, it is no longer amazing, let alone worth collecting.

The two slowly followed the original path back to the place where Wan Jian was buried, but there were not necessarily more than 300 practitioners who poured into the sword mound.

The figures of more than 300 practitioners fell into the sea like mud cows, and they were nowhere to be found.

The corner of Ye Feixian's mouth curled up slightly, and after nodding to Nan Xizhi, the two continued to explore.

Along the way, stop and go, both Ye Feixian and Nan Xizhi carefully looked at each sword inserted into the ground, feeling a little disappointed in their hearts.

There are indeed many mysterious swords in this sword mound, but none of them can be called top-notch.

Or maybe it's because their vision is too high, otherwise, how could they not appreciate the many mysterious swords here?

On the second day after entering the Sword Tomb, Ye Feixian was sitting on a slightly raised mud-colored sandbag, practicing quietly.

The inner qi circulated in the body for three big cycles, and after making up for all the previous losses, it even helped Ye Feixian refine a little bit, and the whole person was immediately refreshed.

After slightly opening his eyes, Ye Feixian slowly got up and looked around.

Suddenly he saw that Nan Xizhi was still practicing quietly, so he walked to the side where there were many swords, and watched Nan Xizhi's cultivation state curiously.

Suddenly, a faint breath came from the front, as if something strange happened.

Ye Feixian felt something in his heart, and was about to ask Nan Xizhi to go with him, but he saw that the latter had quietly come behind him, and said:
"Master Ye, it's done."

"Ok!"

Speechless all the way.

Ye Feixian and Nan Xizhi then followed the quiet path left by their predecessors before entering the Sword Tomb, and galloped at high speed. Finally, after half an hour, the figures of hundreds of practitioners came into their eyes. At this moment, they also Finally arrived at the place where all the practitioners gathered.

At this moment, almost all the practitioners who poured into the sword mound have arrived.

"This is... Yangjian Pond?"

"Why does it look normal?"

"The ignorant have no fear."

"Is there any function of this sword raising pond?"

"Heh, idiot, as the name suggests, the Sword Raising Pool is naturally the pool for maintaining swords."

"exactly!"

"Although countless swords are buried in the sword mound, many of them have lost their sharpness, but those who love swords will specially put their swords into the sword mound, and use the sword to nourish the sword to make it more sharp."

"This pool for raising swords is the most clever of all methods of raising swords."

"Did you see the runes in the sword pond?"

"They are able to absorb the essence of many swords. After being converted into this pool of water, they can be absorbed by the rest of the swords, so as to achieve the effect of improving the swords."

When Ye Feixian and Nan Xizhi arrived, there were already practitioners scrambling to express their different opinions.

Although it was the first time for them to see Fang Yangjian Pond, they had already heard about it, and now that they saw the real thing, they naturally had some irrepressible excitement on their expressions.

After all, a senior once told me that if someone is destined to meet Fang Yangjianchi, it must be a great opportunity, and one must seize such a great opportunity.

For countless practitioners, these pools are the supreme treasures for raising swords. After being tempered in the sword raising pool, the power of the sword can be doubled, which has inestimable attraction and help for all practitioners.

But now the legendary sword-raising pool is right in front of my eyes, I just need to throw my sword lightly into the sword-raising pool, accept the tempering of the sword-raising pool, and upgrade my sword Why not do it because of the power of it?

After all, treasure lands like Yangjianchi are not only useful for practitioners' swords, but also a great treasure land for practitioners.

"This……"

Ye Feixian looked at Nan Xizhi and asked himself slowly:
"It's just a pool of clear water, what's so strange?"

When Ye Feixian saw Yangjian Pond and stared at it for a long time, he said this.

Hearing this, some cultivators cast a contemptuous look at him, and laughed and said:
"Don't even have this knowledge, how dare you enter the Sword Tomb?"

"Where did you come from, little guy, I advise you to return and leave this place quickly!"

"A sword has no eyes, hum..."

"Boy, your lord has never taught you that there are many dangers in the sword pool, and if you are not careful, you will be killed?"

"This is no ordinary clear water!"

In an instant, Ye Feixian successfully attracted the attention of all the practitioners, they all looked at him filled with righteous indignation, what's more, they kept mocking and sarcasm, showing unkind expressions on their faces.

Beside him, Nan Xizhi subconsciously pulled the corner of Ye Feixian's clothes, and said softly:

"Young master Ye, there is infinite sword energy in the sword raising pond, and it has been cultivated for thousands of years."

"After ordinary practitioners enter the sword raising pool, their bodies will be instantly delivered by the sword energy and smashed into countless pieces."

"Young master Ye, you can try to put the fairy soul into it and nourish it."

While speaking, Nan Xizhi had already removed the saber beside her and threw it into the sword raising pool, and there were bursts of clanging sounds in an instant.

Seeing the miraculous scene in front of them, all the monks nodded, and suddenly realized that they would follow Nan Xizhi's example and throw the saber next to them into the sword raising pool, for fear of being half a step behind others.

In an instant, the sword pool was filled with swords from all sides, and even the water in the sword pool rose a lot.

Looking at the actions of this group of practitioners, Ye Feixian stared for a long time, shook his head, and immediately stood aside with his hands clasped in fists, ignoring them.

The way of raising swords like them needs to accumulate over time, and the time to enter the sword mound this time is not enough at all, and it may even cause unnecessary damage to one's own sword.

He wanted to remind Nan Xizhi, but he didn't expect that the other party would be the first to throw the sword into it, so he could only give up after shaking his head and smiling wryly.

After a period of time, when all the practitioners were getting along peacefully, but their eyes were staring at Yangjian Pond without blinking, Ye Feixian suddenly got up and walked towards Yangjian Pond step by step, and then squatted in the pool suspiciously beside.

"Boy, what do you want to do?!"

A thin man in a black robe stood up quickly, staring at Ye Feixian who was squatting in the sword pool not far away with a gloomy expression. The man in the black robe exuded an extremely powerful aura, and his powerful aura also The surrounding space trembled slightly.

From his gaze, Ye Feixian felt a strong anger in the eyes of the man in black robe, and the anger in his eyes almost turned into substance.

The man in the black robe glared at Ye Feixian who was squatting beside the sword raising pool.

Seeing Ye Feixian stretch his hand towards the sword pool, the rest of the practitioners immediately scolded him.

This is full of swords that have been with them for a long time, if he messes up the situation, it will be a great loss.

"It's nothing."

Responding lightly, Ye Feixian went and did not look back.

Ye Feixian then smiled lightly and said:

"I just want to take a good look at this sword raising pond."

After finishing speaking, Ye Feixian continued to extend his hand to Yangjianchi.

Seeing this, the man in the black robe immediately flew into a rage and shouted loudly:

"Aren't you tired of living, kid!"

Ye Feixian raised his head slowly, smiled slightly, looked at the man in the black robe, and said:
"What does it matter to you whether I live or not?"

"Boy!"

"you wanna die!"

Seeing that Ye Feixian didn't put himself in the slightest, the man in the black robe grew even more angry, and rushed towards Ye Feixian with a loud roar. A dazzling light shone on his arm, and a violent sword wind formed instantly, like the edge of a sword Like cutting through the sky, it swept towards Ye Feixian!

The sword of the man in black robe was extremely powerful, but Ye Feixian just stood there quietly without any movement, but looked at the man in black robe rushing forward with a pair of indifferent and mocking eyes, with a twist on the corner of his mouth. There was still a playful smile on his face.

"Humph!"

"Boy looking for death!"

Seeing this, the man in black robe was even more furious. After cursing a few words, he swung his sharp sword and attacked Ye Feixian.

Ye Feixian was still looking at him lightly, but the sarcasm in his eyes was even stronger.

clang!
Ye Feixian didn't dodge, just raised the fairy soul with his right hand, and a huge force exploded instantly, charging towards the man in black like a dragon.

This huge force exploded with a bang, and the man in the black robe was directly thrown tens of meters away, and hit hard on the wall beside Yangjian Pool.

Pfft!
The man in the black robe fell to the edge of the pool, splashing endless small splashes, his face was as pale as paper, and there was a smear of blood on the corner of his mouth.

Ye Feixian wounded the man in black with just a wave?

Seeing this scene, the cultivating monks around were in an uproar, and their faces showed disbelief. They could never have imagined that the young man in front of him would be so

Powerful, to injure the man in the black robe with just one lift of the sword?
This is too scary, right?
"How is this going?!"

"No, how is this possible!"

The man in the black robe struggled to stand up. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and rushed to Ye Feixian again. Now he knew that Ye Feixian was very strong, but he really didn't believe that Ye Feixian could really defeat him in one move.

Standing up again, the black-robed man's attack this time was even fiercer than before.

"Stop wasting time."

Ye Feixian glanced at the man in the black robe lightly, and then made a move again, waving a fairy sword in his hand instantly, and attacked the man in the black robe with streaks of sharp sword energy.

The man in the black robe was repelled again, and bright red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth again, and bloodstains appeared on his chest.

With a snort, the man in the black robe dragged his scarred body back and disappeared behind many practitioners.

After defeating the man in black robe, Ye Feixian continued to look at Yangjian Pond in doubt.

This square sword pond reminded him of the unknown strong man he met in the scarlet forest, and the Gengjin water in that stream.

Gengjin water also has great lethality, but just listen to what the other party said, and from my own experience, it is no different from ordinary stream water.

At this moment, he was very curious whether the water in the sword pool had any effect on him.

Shaking his head, Ye Feixian put his hand into the Sword Yang Pond without thinking too much. As soon as he touched it, there was a slightly cool touch. Ye Feixian seemed to be touching a piece of silk. The water in the pool was soft and smooth, with a sense of stagnation. It is different from ordinary water sources.

However, he still didn't feel the sword energy in the mouths of these cultivators.

Stirring in the pool water with one hand, Ye Feixian seemed a little bored, so he stood up and looked at the crowd:

"You said, the water in the sword raising pool is full of sword energy, but why didn't I see anything?"

"Still, you have all been deceived, this is not a sword raising pool at all!"

(End of this chapter)