Seeing the rusty sword Zhou Cheng took out, Jian Wu Zun's eyes immediately became extremely different, like the gurgling stream, extremely gentle, and it felt like seeing a friend who had been separated for many years.

"Senior, can you help me see what the origin of this scabbard?" Zhou Cheng asked. Since the sword martial master understands the sword, I think he should be able to see the scabbard.

The scabbard given by Master Sloppy is unknown from what origins it can actually carry the sword energy of the rusty sword back then, which is extremely unimaginable.

"What is the scabbard, just look at the sword!"

Sun Jiuyang was impatient. His scabbard was simple and unpretentious, just like ordinary wood. In his opinion, there was nothing special.

"You know what's the matter!" Zhou Cheng ignored him and put the scabbard on the table first.

Jianwu Zun did not refuse, picked up the scabbard, flicked his fingers lightly, and then asked, "Did you hear any sound?"

This seemingly simple action actually made the sword sheath cry, like a phoenix whispering in the Nine Abyss, and the light shines like water.

"Feng Ming?" At this moment, Sun Jiuyang also found that the scabbard did not seem to be as simple as he imagined.

Jianwu Zun nodded: "Yes, it's the sound of a phoenix. Although this scabbard is simple in making the wood into this shape, the material is rare in the world. Looking at the world, this one is probably the only one."

"What material, so special!" Sun Jiuyang asked in surprise, and his posture seemed even more rare than his Haoran Zhengqi Sword.

Jianwu Zun put down his sword sheath and said in a leisurely manner: "There are many plants and trees in the world that are either born before the heaven and earth or appear at the same time as the heaven and earth. We call these plants and trees the innate spiritual roots."

"Like the immortal trees in Zuzhou, the peach trees in Yaochi, and the ginseng fruits in Wuzhuangguan are all of this. The origin of this sword sheath is also an innate spiritual root. It is called the Wutong treasure tree, also known as Fengqi Wutong."

"The Fengqi Wutong is the most treasure of the Phoenix clan. According to legend, the Phoenix clan originated from this tree, and is now in Changyi Mountain, Phoenix Ridge. This tree can help the Phoenix clan practice. It is also an innate spiritual root, so no one can even see it if they pick it."

"There is only one sycamore tree in the world, it only blooms but does not bear fruit. It blooms once a million years, and it has five flowers, which are of infinite use. If I look good, this sword sheath is made of a piece of trunk on the sycamore tree."

As soon as these words were said, Sun Jiuyang's eyes immediately changed. Golden flowers shone: "I just said, why does this thing look so delicate? Look at this lovely look. Qu Zi, I feel that this thing is destined to be with me, so why would I change it with you with the Haoran Zhengqi Sword?"

Zhou Cheng didn't even look at him, but just uttered a word gently: "Get out!"

If I have a rust sword, why do I need other swords? And that sword is a acquired treasure, but the effect is simply not good. Only those with the green blood and elixir heart can show their power. Sun Jiuyang is indeed a pus and blood black heart. But he is sure that he will not have any green blood and elixir heart, and that sword has no fate with me.

The scabbard is different. It is made of the trunk of the sycamore tree. There is only one in the world. Who else in the world can take branches from the innate spiritual roots? Even the Phoenix tribe itself may not be able to bear it. Looking at the world, only the sloppy master who eats with gods and ghosts can do such things that are angered by heaven and man.

He put the scabbard into his chest and had a gully. He handed over the rust sword and said, "I'm sorry, senior."

Jianwu Zun didn't answer. He just pointed to the stone table: "You can put it on it."

Just this sentence made Zhou Cheng feel that his hope increased greatly. Without asking, Jian Wu Zun seemed to know that he could not take the sword.

After Zhou Cheng put the sword on his back, Jian Wu Zun stretched out his fingers and wiped it on the rusty sword.

"Senior, be careful!" Zhou Cheng hurriedly reminded that the rust sword is sharp and the market is not controlled. If you accidentally hurt the sword martial master, it will be unbeautiful. Even if you can't hurt it, it will be inappropriate if you just do an attack.

Jianwu Zun smiled and said, "It's okay, it won't hurt me!"

As he spoke, his fingers had been pressed on the rusty sword, and it was indeed nothing.

Two fingers gently stroked across the Rust Sword, their eyes were like water, full of memories. The Rust Sword also emitted a soft light under the two fingers.

Zhou Cheng and Sun Jiuyang did not dare to disturb him, but just watched quietly and waited.

After a while, Jianwu Zun sighed: "It's been a long time since I saw you!"

As soon as these words were said, the Rust Sword made a rare sound of clear sound, as if responding, which surprised Zhou Cheng very much. What was even more surprised was that the Sword Martial Master seemed to be very familiar with this sword.

"Senior..." Zhou Cheng shouted in a low voice.

Jianwu Zun smiled as if he came back to his senses: "Sorry, I'm a little lost. I recognize this sword."

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhou Cheng and Sun Jiuyang were immediately overjoyed and did not speak and waited for the following words.

Jianwu Zun took back his fingers and continued, "This sword has an extraordinary origin, and is a rare treasure in the world. If it comes to the origin, it needs to be traced back to the previous era. In that era, it was not like this. His master was Chen Pan at that time."

"Chen Pan, who is this person? Is it very powerful?" Sun Jiuyang asked.

Jian Wu Zun smiled and nodded: "It's amazing. Chen Pan was his last era name. In this era, his name is Pangu!"

"Oh hoho, Pangu, it's so amazing!" Sun Jiuyang and Zhou Cheng made a strange laugh together, then stood up and exclaimed loudly: "Pangu! This is Pangu's weapon!"

If Pangu was not powerful, no one in the world would be powerful. Even if the two broke their heads, they would never have thought that the rust sword would be Pangu's weapon.

"Yes, it's Pangu! But it's not his weapon. The magic weapon used by Pangu was a bell. And at that time, this sword was not a weapon, but a magic power called the Yuanshen Dao Sword. This magic power is extremely powerful. Except for the ultimate treasure, other magic weapons cannot block its sharpness at all."

"But I don't know how it became like this. The only thing that is certain is that it is not a real treasure now, it is just a blanket."

"The instrument billet!" Zhou Cheng and Sun Jiuyang swallowed together.

But the instrument block is so terrifying. If it is refined completely, how unpredictable it would be. It is worthy of Pangu's weapon, it is perverted.

Zhou Cheng was even more excited. He thought he had already thought about the origin of the rust sword very extraordinary, but he didn't expect that his imagination was still too scarce, so he underestimated the sword.

Pangu’s weapon, what a glorious one it would be if it was taken out.

Consolidating his mind, Zhou Cheng asked anxiously again: "Senior, can I have a way to completely refine this sword?"

If Pangu’s things can be completely refined, what else can I stop in the world? Even if I am enemies of the entire Kunlun Fairyland, I may have a chance of winning.

Unfortunately, Jian Wu Zun shook his head regretfully: "I can't know about this."

Seeing Zhou Cheng look regretful, Jian Wu Zun talked about the wind again.

"But I can speculate a little bit."
Chapter completed!