Yuan Hui smiled and said, "Okay, junior brother, then I'll be the first." He walked over there first. Han Yiming looked at his master. Lu Yueqing had already stood with his uncles, so he followed Yuanhui and went there. At this time, he followed Yuanhui and looked at the sword on his back. Yuanhui used the Tengjiao Sword. At this time, he saw that the Tengjiao Sword on Yuanhui's back was short and small, not only much shorter than Mingyuan Tengjiao Sword, but also shorter than ordinary-sized swords. The sheath of the Tengjiao Sword showed a faint red light from the white of the sword, and the material was like jade but not jade. At this time, he looked at the sunlight and felt a little transparent. Han Yiming looked carefully, and didn't know what to say about the sword to look at, Yuan Hui had turned around and smiled and said, "It's here."

It turned out that the two had left the crowd without realizing it and turned to the valley. Yuan Hui smiled and said, "Junior brother, what are you looking at? You look so carefully?" Han Yiming said, "Because I saw that the Tengjiao sword on the back of my senior brother was different, I took a few more glances. Don't blame me!" Yuan Hui smiled and said, "Do you know the Tengjiao sword? I still don't know it." Han Yiming was grateful to Sima Lingyi. If it weren't for the senior brother's detailed explanation and listen to him, he wouldn't know this sword. If he didn't look carefully, the sword would not be outstanding on Yuan Hui's back. Originally, his clothes were gray, the sword was smaller in size, and the sword sheath was lighter in color. He did not have the eyes to recognize the treasure, so how could he see the abnormality? But when he looked closely, the luster was unique. But he had never paid attention to other people's carry things. If someone hadn't woken up, how could he pay attention.

Yuan Hui smiled and said, "It's just a sword, which makes the junior brother laugh." As he said that, he reached out and untied the sword belt in front of his chest, held the Tengjiao sword on his palms, and handed it over. Han Yiming stretched out his hands and held the sword body. Yuan Hui retreated. Han Yiming's hands suddenly sank down, and he couldn't help but be surprised. The Tengjiao sword looked short and narrow, but unexpectedly, it was as heavy as a friend in his hand, even heavier than the Mingyuan sword. When he took the Mingyuan sword, he didn't realize how heavy it was, but it was very hard to use the Tengjiao sword. He used all his strength to hold the Tengjiao sword flat on his chest.

At this time, I understood why Yuan Hui could take the Mingyuan Sword, and the Tengjiao Sword was as heavy as this! If you can take the Tengjiao Sword, you can take the Mingyuan Sword. I don’t know if the Rhinoceros Sword and the Pixie Sword are so heavy. I looked at the scabbard carefully and said to Yuan Hui: "Senior Brother, can I draw the sword and take a look?" Yuan Hui said: "Young brother, don’t be polite, just look at it. Come on, I hold the scabbard, just pull it out and see." As he said that, he stretched out his hand, picked up the Tengjiao Sword from his hand, and held it in front of his chest.

Han Yiming reached out to hold the hilt of the sword, and the hand was slightly warm, which was completely different from the coldness of Mingyuan. After stopping, he pulled out the Tengjiao sword. As soon as he pulled out, a red light was erect in front of him, as bright as blood. Han Yiming was stunned. The scabbard and the hilt were as bright as white jade, but unexpectedly the sword body was extremely bright, as if blood was coagulated!

Looking closely at the sword body, I saw a little sharp mark on it. The Tengjiao Sword is also a spiritual sword. These marks have their origins. After hearing the story of Mingyuan by the second master, I know that all objects with years and months have stories. But each story is different from each other. The only thing that is the same is that the story is already a story and a thing that has been in the past. Whether it is today or hundreds of years ago, it has been in the past.

Suddenly, Yuan Hui said, "The scratches on this sword were left when killing the dragon." As expected, Han Yiming said "Oh", and Yuan Hui said, "Although this sword is sharp, the dragon scales and dragon bones of the dragon are extremely hard. I heard that ordinary weapons cannot cut it off at all. Even if it is used to use the Tengjiao Sword, it will be very difficult. If you chop it like this, the dragon bone will mark the Tengjiao Sword." Han Yiming didn't know what it felt in his heart, so he gently stroked the scratches with his left hand. Seeing that the blade was also extremely sharp, he couldn't help but gently stroke it along the blade.

Yuan Hui said, "But if we fight with the dragon now, it will be less difficult than before." Han Yiming withdrew his eyes from the sword, raised his head, and glanced at him. Yuan Hui kept looking at him, seeing him looking at him, and said, "After I sent the ancestor to kill the dragon, I saw that the dragon's spiritual energy had not dissipated, so I sealed the dragon's spiritual energy in its remains. I used the slight fire he carried with me to put the Teng Jiao Sword on the fire. I burned for nine days and nine nights, until the sword was burned brightly and softly, and then I removed the seal and inserted the Teng Jiao Sword into the dragon's body while it was hot, sucking the dragon's essence all over the dragon!"

He reached out and stroked the sword blade gently, obviously loving the sword very much. Han Yiming said "Ah", and Yuanhui said, "Little Junior Brother, what's wrong with you?" Han Yiming swallowed the word "cruel" in his heart, just shook his head. Yuanhui smiled and said, "Little Junior Brother, you are so kind-hearted. The dragon is dead and has no sense. Just letting it become dust is too wasteful. The dragon's spiritual energy at that moment.

I heard from the elders of the masters that the sect heard the sarcastic roar that the ancestor heard was shocking the earth. The sword was in the dragon's body for nine days and nine nights. After taking it out, it turned bright red and kept dripping blood downwards. The ancestor placed it in the mountain stream in the back mountain of my sect, and washed it with the stream water for a year before rinsing the blood flowing out of the sword. But the sword body has been red since then, and there is no color of blue before."

After hearing Yuan Hui's statement, Han Yiming looked at the sword again and felt colder. Both spiritual swords were so different. When it came to the White Dragon couple, the coolness in their hearts increased a little. He held the Tengjiao Sword and turned around and couldn't stop it, and his heart couldn't stop. Yuan Hui didn't say anything, but stood on the side. Han Yiming looked for a while, and suddenly Yuan Hui was still waiting on the side. Unconsciously, he felt a little embarrassed and handed the Tengjiao Sword back to Yuan Hui and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother."

Yuanhui inserted the Tengjiao sword into the sheath, but did not leave. He looked at Han Yiming, as if he was thinking. Han Yiming stopped asking and was walking away, Yuanhui said, "Junior brother, do you like this sword?" Han Yiming looked at the scabbard with a faint red look, and he was quite disgusted, but Yuanhui stared at him and nodded. Yuanhui smiled and said, "How can I give it to you?" Han Yiming was shocked. How could the magical weapon be given to you easily? He shook his head quickly and said, "Senior brother is joking, how can I ask for it!" Yuanhui smiled and said, "I really give it to you. If you want it, continue." He said that, he handed the sword to him!—
Chapter completed!