surnamed Wang

The black sword qi slashed down, the coercion almost destroying the world.

Wang Gingquan didn't dare to resist, and was about to dodge to avoid it, when a foot suddenly appeared beside him, kicking him back to the range of the sword energy...

A quarter of an hour later, deep in the ground, the young man was lying on a hard rock slab, his whole body was in severe pain, and it was difficult to move his fingers.

Standing next to him was a young man with loose black hair, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth:
"Boy, are you still stubborn?"

"Didn't you always say you only use one hand?"

"I didn't say I didn't use my feet."

"Oh... when will you accept me as a disciple?"

"I said before that I never accept disciples."

Di Xin paused for a moment, then continued:

"But my phantom promised you that it will teach you the No. 12th level of swordsmanship. Zhao Shuquan still has the arrogance to conquer the world with swords. Long live my master, he still has this talent. It's just that I am willing to teach you. Do you have the patience to learn?"

As Di Xin said, a black dragon suddenly appeared from outside his body. This was not a magic technique, but the dragon aura he possessed as a human emperor.

If the dragon spirit still exists, it means that the luck of a country is not exhausted. If he is willing, he can be a wealthy merchant everywhere in the world.

Wang Gangquan got up with difficulty, shook his neck and said:
"The sword of the senior is the sword of the Son of Heaven. This sword can just be learned by the junior."

After finishing speaking, the meaning of purple gold permeated the whole body, and the dragon spirit that had been nurtured by him for hundreds of years showed its true face in front of outsiders for the first time.

The dragon has five claws, a golden body and a purple beard. It roars and shakes the earth.

Although it is a little less imposing than the black dragon, its eyes reveal fighting intent, faintly wanting to compete with it.

Di Xin's eyes showed appreciation, and he said slowly:

"At the last level of picking the stars, you need to find a natal weapon, which can be cast with the combination of soul melting and luck."

"Senior, did you say that man and sword are one?"

"almost."

Di Xin took out his hair sword.

"This sword, Mo Zhan, was born in the Xuanji Mountain of the Ancient God Realm. It was originally just a piece of iron essence. I smelted it for nearly a thousand years before I could get a sword."

"Senior, can you lend me this sword?"

Di Xin was also very happy, and directly threw it to the other party, and continued:
"Mo Zhan is my natal magic weapon, which can change shape at will. No one in the world can control it except me..."

Halfway through his words, his eyes widened in astonishment.

I saw that the long sword was very obedient in the opponent's hand, changing into a square for a while, then round for a while, and then turned into a long knife, a chain, and an iron rod, and finally became a black statue.

Wang Gangquan knocked the statue loudly and said:
"It's a good treasure. It changes shape much faster than ordinary swords. I wish I had one."

"This is the magic weapon of fate, don't play around."

Di Xin stretched out his hand with a cold face, and the statue turned into a large amount of black hair and returned to the back of his head.

The man looked at Wang Gingquan with a solemn expression. He was able to control his talisman, and the other party was the first one. Why don't you stop teaching him and just kill him...

Wang Gangquan didn't know that the other party had murderous intentions, so he stroked his chin and said thoughtfully:

"Senior, can I find a ready-made weapon to sacrifice?"

Di Xin suppressed the killing intent in his heart, and said in a slightly cold tone:
"It's possible, but most of the top magic soldiers have self-awareness. If they don't agree with you, they will go mad at the slightest, and die at the worst."

Wang Gangquan showed regret when he heard the words, he was the first to think of the Yanghuang Sword and the Sun Moon Wheel just now.

However, after careful consideration, it is unlikely. After the Holy Spirit Servant battle 300 years ago, the Yanghuang sword returned to the central court, and the sun and moon wheels disappeared.

Even if they can be found, no one in this world can force them to do things.

……

Fast forward another half a month, and things are still at a standstill.

Wang Gangquan went to the Lingyun Treasure House several times, and picked out some materials that were considered eye-catching, but according to what Di Xin said, no matter how good the treasures are, it will take hundreds of years to refine them.

These days, the elder Gongsun sent people from time to time to ask him when he would be able to go back. Although he was dismissed in the end, it was not an option to procrastinate.

Wang Gingquan had asked Di Xin about this matter, but the other party had no choice but to come in.

Wang Bingquan still looked confident in front of outsiders, but in private he was scratching his head worrying about the two immortal swords Hong Yu and Ling Quen.

The two swords have been with him for hundreds of years, from Jindan to Mahayana, they have worked hard and made great achievements, but they have long been inapplicable.

If you casually refine it as a natal magic weapon, your future strength will definitely be affected.

Both left and right couldn't think of a way, so Wang Bingquan simply put away the two swords and went out to enjoy the scenery.

There are not many scenery on the mountain, and chatting is better than nothing.

Wang Gangquan was walking on the winding path of Yanjun Peak, when he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.

Turning his head and looking, the little girl Suzaku came quickly, followed by a boy about ten years old, who took a bunch of black and black things, and followed the little girl like a follower.

"I said I don't want to play with you, can you stop following?"

The little girl finally got impatient, turned her head and said angrily.

The little boy was taken aback when he saw this, took a bite of the skewer in his hand, turned and left.

Looking at the strange boy going away, Wang Gangquan said with a smile:
"Our cub is naturally beautiful, so there are suitors so soon?"

"Don't make such jokes with me, it's annoying!"

"what happened?"

"That kid is a nuisance, he knows that I hate snakes, he dangles one in front of me every time, and lets me play with him, and when he doesn't play, he cries and makes noise, causing everyone to watch and think I'm bullying him. "

Hearing this, Wang Gangquan showed a meaningful smile.

"Zai Zai, the way boys express their liking is usually annoying. The angrier girls are, the happier they are."

The little girl gave him a white look, obviously not ready to accept such kindness.

At this time, the little boy turned back again, and indeed he lifted a poisonous snake covered in bright red in his hand.

The poisonous snake spat out its letter, its eyes were gloomy and cold, and its cultivation had reached the foundation building stage.

It didn't seem to intend to hurt the thin boy, it coiled lazily around his neck, and looked at Wang Quanquan with his head tilted.

"Look, what did I say? If you want to play, you can play with him."

After Suzaku finished speaking bitterly, she shook her head and left. The little boy wanted to chase, but was stopped by Wang Gingquan.

"Little guy, what's your name?"

"Shura."

The boy's nose was drooping, and his eyes were clear and stupid.

"Hehe, the name is quite tough, what's your last name?"

"My surname is Lu."

"My surname is Lu, what is your relationship with Lu Yushan?"

"Lu Yushan is my father, but outside he doesn't allow me to call him father, but let me call him brother."

While speaking, the child touched the poisonous snake on his neck. The latter seemed to enjoy it and closed his eyes.

Wang Gingquan had a strange expression on his face. With Lu Yushan's personality, it was not surprising that he raised such a son.

He knelt down and said softly:

"I am six hundred years older than you. According to your seniority, you can call me Grandpa. Grandpa will tell you some experience from someone who has been there. If you like someone, you must please her and not annoy her. This will only backfire."

The boy raised his head with doubts on his face, "Master, what are you talking about?"

"Don't you like Suzaku?"

"Who said I liked her? I just wanted to scare her."

"what?"

The boy wiped his nose, shook the red snake in his hand and said:
"I heard that Aunt Nie Bingxia wanted to take her as an apprentice. I was not happy, so I wanted to scare her."

"What does it matter to you to accept apprentices?"

"It's a big deal. I, Lu Xiuluo, will take Aunt Nie as my wife in the future. Even if I accept an apprentice, I should be the first one. Besides, who would like a yellow-haired girl?"

... (end of this chapter)