Prehistoric Gourd Supreme

Chapter 57 Sharp Black Knife
On an unnamed high mountain, the mountain is steep and straight upwards, with a height of [-] meters, like a stone pillar supporting the sky, standing between the sky and the earth. Standing on the top of the mountain, you can overlook the East China Sea for thousands of miles.

At this time, there was a middle-aged man wearing a white robe, holding a white folding fan in one hand, and standing behind him with the other. Standing on the top of the mountain, he looked at the rolling sea of ​​clouds in the distance, squinting his eyes. Ze.

Suddenly, Bai Ze seemed to sense something, and frowned, as if sensing something, his frown was loosened, a smile appeared on his face, and he said to himself: "You finally came out!"

After speaking, in the distant sky, a white ray of light flew towards the top of the mountain where Bai Ze was standing. After it settled down, the white light receded to reveal a person. Taoist Calabash has news!"

"Where is he now?"

"Going to the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea. After the subordinates learned about it, they came here to report!"

"Going to the Dragon Palace? It's really great. The Four Elephants Conference happens to be in the East China Sea Dragon Palace. God help me too! Haha"

Hearing the subordinate's report, Bai Ze was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed, then waved his hand, and said to the subordinate in front of him, "Go, go to the Dragon Palace!" He flew down the mountain first, and headed straight for the Dragon Palace.

The subordinate who reported it said yes, and followed down the mountain, following Bai Ze.

In the East China Sea Dragon Palace, there are four people sitting in the hall, three men and one woman.

An old man wearing a white Taoist robe, with white hair all over his head, exuding a deep and icy aura, sitting quietly on the side. He has the cultivation base of the late Taiyi Immortal. He is Xuankong, the patriarch of the Xuanwu clan.

Sitting next to Xuan Kong is a middle-aged man in a white Taoist robe, expressionless, only drinking tea, but if you look closely, you can see a hint of arrogance in his eyes, he is Lang Jianfeng.

In his narration, he has a hulking back, big arms and round waist, exuding the aura of a tiger roaring in the mountains and forests all over his body. A ray of murderous aura leaked from his eyes, making the maids around him tremble with fright. He is the head of the Bai clan, Hu. Xiaotian has the mid-stage cultivation of Taiyi Immortal.

On the opposite side of the transparency, there is a stunning young woman in her 30s, wearing a bright red palace dress, sitting gracefully. Wu also has the cultivation base of Taiyi Immortal in the middle stage.

Hu Xiaotian looked at Lang Jianfeng's frown and felt a little dissatisfied. He said that today is an extraordinary day for the four clans of dragon, phoenix, basalt, and white tiger, and it is a day that determines the future of the four clans. An outsider brought them, but he knew that Xuan Kong was not a person who couldn't tell the difference between the important and the important, so he didn't say anything.

In another room, there were two middle-aged men in dragon robes, facing a girl in a palace dress in white. One of the middle-aged men said, "Niece, when will my elder brother leave the customs?"

The girl in white was Long Linger, and it was his second uncle Longdi who spoke to her.

"Whenever this is, the Four Elephants Conference will start right away. Why do you still have to retreat? If you want to practice, after the Four Elephants Conference, you can retreat for as long as you want."

Another middle-aged man in a dragon robe was full of anxiety, and his words implied reproach. He was obviously a little dissatisfied with his elder brother. This was Ling'er's third uncle and Long Tian's third brother, Long Xuan.

"I... my father..."

Seeing the two uncles keep asking, Long Ling'er felt very wronged, tears filled her big bright eyes, she didn't have any hope for her father's appearance in her heart, since her father didn't show up for such an important event as the Four Elephants Conference, There must have been an accident, and it is meaningless to hide it at this time.

"Ah, niece, don't cry, what's the matter, you talk to the two uncles, if the uncle can help, he will definitely help..."

Seeing tears in Long Ling'er's eyes suddenly, Long Di and Long Xuan panicked, they didn't know what was going on, so they quickly tried to persuade them.

"Second uncle, third uncle. My father, my father..."

Long Ling'er couldn't bear the pressure anymore, the longing, worries, grievances, and worries of the past 500 years came out in an instant, and she couldn't control herself anymore and began to cry loudly.

"What's wrong with my brother?"

Seeing Long Ling'er crying, Long Di and Long Xuan looked at each other, feeling a bad premonition in their hearts, panicked in their hearts, and hurriedly asked Long Ling'er.

"My father lived in 500 years..." Long Ling'er cried, telling the whole story.

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The third floor of the Dragon Library.

Zhang Yang walked in with Long Tian in his hand, and carefully looked at the surrounding environment. Compared with the first and second floors, the space on the third floor is much smaller, and the display of treasures is much less. In the center of the hall, there is a three-foot high platform, on which the There is a shelf with three items on it.

Holding Longtian, Zhang Yang soared into the sky, flew directly to the high platform, walked a few steps closer, and came to the shelf, and the three items on display came into Zhang Yang's eyes.

A black broadsword, an ordinary stone, and a skin of an unknown animal. These three items are ordinary, without the aura of a treasure on the first or second floor, let alone any visions.

"This is the best baby of the Dragon Clan?" Zhang Yang asked with a disappointed face, his brows furrowed, and he turned to look at Long Tian.

"I don't know either!" Long Tian was embarrassed.

"What do you mean you don't know? You don't know the things in your treasure house?" Zhang Yang looked at Long Tian mockingly, he didn't know his own things, and no one would believe it.

"really do not know."

Long Tian answered affirmatively, and at last his eyes showed the color of memory, and said with a wry smile: "These three things were placed here in the ancient times, and the ancestor gave an order that these three things must be carefully protected, passed on, and not lost. For tens of thousands of years, many seniors of the Dragon Clan have studied it several times, but they still haven't figured out why, so they put it here because of the ancestral precepts!"

Zhang Yang frowned and looked at him, and found that he didn't seem to be lying, so he picked up the black long knife and looked at it carefully. The whole body of the long knife was as black as ink, and the blade was seven inches wide. With a knife flower, it feels very smooth.

Zhang Yang took out a middle-grade Houtian Lingbao, and chopped the middle-grade Houtian Lingbao with the black long knife in his hand. The Houtian Lingbao broke off in response, and the fracture was very neat. Zhang Yang's eyes lit up, and he took out a top-grade Houtian Lingbao again. The Lingbao still split the high-grade Houtian Lingbao into two sections without hindrance.

"This black knife has no special features other than its sharpness."

Seeing that Zhang Yang was very interested in the black knife, he took out the Houtian Lingbao and kept testing the knife, Long Tian said from the side.

"Can this knife split the Xiantian Lingbao?"

"I haven't tried it. The Xiantian Lingbao is so precious. Who would want to take out a test knife? Even if it can be cut off, what's the point? This knife is forbidden to reveal the spirit pattern, and it can't be refined at all. It's just sharper. Treasure is okay, but it’s not good when it comes to supernatural powers.”

Long Tian shook his head, expressing that he didn't know, and said calmly, obviously he was not optimistic about this black knife.

"No one has tried it, so I will try it!"

Zhang Yang rolled his eyes, he was looking forward to this knife, and decided to give it a try. Anyway, he got several innate treasures, so using one would not affect him much.

"what are you doing?"

Seeing Zhang Yang take out a low-grade Xiantian Lingbao, Long Tian slashed at it fiercely with a black knife. He couldn't help feeling distressed.

Click!

Zhang Yang didn't care, the Lingbao was not struggling, picked up the black knife, and slashed fiercely on the Houtian Lingbao, causing Long Tian to spurt blood, and the scene of screaming appeared.

The low-grade Xiantian Lingbao was broken in response to the sound, and the incision was as neat as that of the Houtian Lingbao. On the other hand, the black knife was unscathed, and there was no trace on the blade.

Zhang Yang was also stunned. He didn't think this black knife could cut off the low-grade innate spirit treasure. After all, the innate spirit treasure was conceived by the heaven and the earth.

"What a sharp knife!"

After a long time, Zhang Yang looked at the black knife in his hand before admiring. He didn't care about the other report that was split in two, and fumbled for the black knife lightly. The more Zhang Yang looked at it, the more he liked it, and finally made up his mind.

"It's a good knife, but I just want a handy weapon. I will use it in the future!"

"My innate spirit treasure, it's gone just like that, woohoo, Taoist Gourd, if you don't like low-grade innate spirit treasure, you can give it to me, I like it..."

Compared with Zhang Yang's calmness, Long Tian's reaction was greater, his eyes were red, tears were broken, he looked at the Xiantian Lingbao broken into two halves on the ground with distress, screamed, the blood dripped in his heart, and at the same time his heart was still big. Scold Zhang Yang as a prodigal son!
After rubbing the black knife for a while, Zhang Yang put it in the space of Jingshi Bailian with satisfaction, then picked up an ordinary stone, and looked at it carefully...

(End of this chapter)