In the weapons pavilion of the ancient Nine Star Doudi Mansion, no weapon was found to be better than everyone else's existing. Xiao Zhan, Nan Erming, Ziying, Long Yi and Qing Muer were just taking the weapons on the weapon rack into the ring regardless of the slightest momentum, and suddenly heard the storm shouting: 'Look!"

When everyone heard the sound, they saw the storm holding a black weapon. They said it was a sword, it was broken, and the handle was directly connected to the sword body, and there was no handguard, but it looked like a ruler. They said it was a ruler, and it also had a sword blade. What was most disliked was that it was rusty, and no matter how you looked at the storm, there was no reason to call everyone to see it.

Xiao Zhan couldn't help but sarcastically said, "Storm, such things are worthy of your attention? You are crazy about treasures, right?"

Nan Erming echoed: 'This is obviously a waste product. You should know it when you look at the rust on it."

Feng Zhuo blushed and whispered: 'I accidentally kicked it just now and felt a very faint fluctuation, so I picked it up and looked at it."

‘Oh?’ Everyone was interested, ‘What did you think of?”

‘No.’ The storm is even quieter.

Everyone burst into laughter. Fengshang suddenly felt that he couldn't hold back his face. Just as he was about to throw this waste away, Xiao Yan came over and said, "Storm, you pour your fighting spirit in and take a look."

‘Well?’ The storm and everyone looked at Xiao Yan, and their eyes were filled with surprise. Could it be that Xiao Yan saw something extraordinary about it?

Xiao Yan smiled and shook his head, saying to the Storm: "I'm not a forging master, how can I see anything? I just think that since you've sensed something just now, you might as well give it a try. If it's really a waste, throw it away."

‘Okay, listen to Mr. Xiao, try.’ Storm took a deep breath and poured the fighting energy into the sword.

‘Clang!’ A crisp sound of sword sounded, and a blue cloud flowed out of the black sword body, and a lot of rust fell, revealing a small piece of faintly transparent sword blade.

Everyone's eyes were fixed. Feng Zhuo was happy and he activated his fighting spirit to inject it into it with all his strength.

With the continuous blessing of Dou Qi, more and more Qingxia flowing on the sword, and the rust was gone. The whole sword looked crystal clear and dazzling under the flow of Qingxia. The storm was overjoyed and waved forward casually. Immediately, a light green sword light shot out from the broken blade, passing by a heavy axe, and split the axe several inches into two like cutting tofu. The cut is smooth and visible.

‘This... this is not a waste product, it’s simply a magical tool!”

‘Damn it, I’m so embarrassed! It’s so embarrassing!”

Everyone looked at the axe and was shocked in a daze. The axe Xiao Zhan and Nan Erming had inspected it together before. It was cast from thousand-year-old cold iron and was extremely hard. It was the best among these weapons, but it was vulnerable to the sword energy of this broken sword. You can imagine how sharp the broken sword was.

Xiao Yan didn't expect that his random suggestion revealed the true face of the broken sword. After calming down, he spoke: "Storm, restrain your fighting spirit, let's take a look at this sword."

'Um."

As soon as the storm fighting spirit was withdrawn, the green clouds flowing on the sword quietly dissipated. The broken sword was shining with a faint blue color, and it appeared in front of everyone as faintly as crystal. It was so beautiful that it was fascinating. If it weren't for the broken half, it would definitely be perfect.

Storm gently stroked the broken sword with his fingers, watched with his heart full of love, and then tapped it with a snap of his fingers. The broken sword made a crisp tremor, and at the same time, a long-lasting aura was emitting a breath of vicissitudes. The next moment, a surprising scene appeared - the swelling of Qingxia slowly rose on the broken sword. There were rows of small silver-white fly-headed characters in the Qingxia, twisting, but clearly visible. Storm read it softly: 'This sword was made by the old man collecting the essence of Fenghuan Ice Stone, nourishing it with his heart and soul for thousands of years.

‘It’s a pity that everything is difficult to perfect, and perfection is easy to be punished by heaven. On the day of its great success, this sword is slashed by a giant sword condensed by heavenly thunder, so it becomes a broken sword. This is one of my lifelong regrets.

‘But this sword is still a peerless sword. If the Fighting Emperor is obtained by the Wind attribute, it will be even more unstoppable.

‘I hope that those who come to this sword will not let it be covered with dust by future generations. I am quite pleased.

‘Forge the Holy Wind Spiritual Son.”

Qingxia gradually dissipated, and the small characters disappeared. The storm sighed: 'It turned out to be a sword forged by the Forge Saint, no wonder it is so extraordinary!'

Xiao Zhan regretfully complained: 'This Feng Lingzi is really. Since he is a saint forging, his realm in forging must be unpredictable. Why can't this sword be made less perfect? ​​Do you deliberately leave some unimportant flaws, such as a little bit of a hilt on the hilt? Isn't it that you won't create a punishment? Really!"

Everyone was stunned for a moment of thinking about Xiao Zhan, but after thinking about it carefully, it made sense. Xiao Yan smiled bitterly and said, "When we reach the realm of being a saint, our thoughts are not something we can understand now. I think, if one day I become a ninth-grade alchemist and stand at the peak of an alchemist, I want to refine a ninth-grade elixir that is enough to defy the sky. One pattern will not create a divine punishment, the second pattern will create a divine punishment, but there is a considerable chance of survival, and the third pattern will only have a very small chance of survival.

After that, I may still try my best to refine the three lines. This cannot be explained in words. "Seeing Xiao Zhan and everyone seemed to have some understanding, Xiao Yan changed his mind and said to Fengshang, "Storm, you can get this magic sword because of your fate with this sword. As the senior Feng Lingzi said, if you can let this sword shine, it will be his greatest comfort. " Speaking of this, Xiao Yan's eyes showed a hint of embarrassment for Fengshang, "But you have been using a stick and have never practiced a sword..."

When everyone heard this, they all looked at the Storm together. Yes, after tens of thousands of years of use of the Staff, they have been able to use it for a long time, and have long been used to the fighting method of using the Staff. If you abandon the Staff and practice the sword, it is equivalent to starting over again. It is not just a matter of changing it; but this broken sword is a rare magical sword, and it is in line with the wind attribute of the Storm. After practicing to great success, the Storm's combat power will be qualitatively improved. This choice is indeed difficult.

Storm was silent for a moment, raised his head and breathed lightly and said, "The stick is a side weapon. Generally speaking, since people are not very familiar with side weapons, using side weapons will take advantage of some when fighting. This is the psychology of choosing a stick as a weapon. But as the level increases, the disadvantages of the stick appear. First, there are very few fighting skills for stick weapons, and even fewer of the higher-level ones; second, the stick is only suitable for long-distance attacks. Once the enemy is approached, such as Ziying, it will be difficult for me to deal with, and even be in danger of life. Therefore, this broken sword is an opportunity for me."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! It is not a trivial matter to replace the weapon when it comes to Six Stars. Xiao Yan asked again: ‘So, have you decided?”

‘It was decided.’ Storm nodded, his eyes showing resolute expression, ‘The opportunity is there, you have to try it before you can be willing to do it.’ Then he said humbly, ‘I’m afraid I’m not a sword-making material, and I won’t be able to reach that level by then. How can I see you?”

‘Tsk!’ Xiao Zhan rolled his eyes, ‘It’s the Chaos Xuanhuang Grass and the Extreme Wind Land, and the Origin of Wind Spirit Stone. Now it’s this peerless wind-attribute broken sword. It makes me wonder if it was specially arranged by God for you. If it doesn’t make a difference, I won’t believe it if it’s a kill!”

‘I don’t believe it either.’ Nan Erming shook his head and agreed, ‘The sword has many fighting skills. When you go back, you will help you get a high-level fighting skill that matches this broken sword. It won’t take much time to become a master of sword use.”

Speaking of fighting skills, Xiao Yan thought for a while and said, ‘Let’s do this, after going out, we will ask Zhen Ni to hold a fighting skills auction.”

‘Maybe no.’ The purple shadow eyes turned like clear glass, and looked at the storm half jokingly and half expectantly, ‘This place seems to be the place of opportunity for the storm. Maybe the ancient Nine Star Doudi has a high-level fighting skill here. Do you think so?”

‘Hey, don’t say, it’s not that there is no possibility. The pharmacy, herbs, and now they are weapons, so they should have fighting skills no matter what?’ A bright red color appeared on Qing Muer’s face, and pointed to the passage on the right side of the main hall and said, ‘We haven’t seen it yet.”

'Walk!"

Xiao Yan's eyes were hot and he almost ran away with everyone.

When I stepped on the fork on the right side, I was not until the end of the road that I finally saw a closed door with light flowing out of the three big words "Fighting Art Hall". Everyone suddenly burst into cheers, excitedly pushed open the heavy door and stepped in.

The room is not big, so it seems that it should not be called the "Fighting Art Hall", but the "Fighting Art Room" is more suitable. There is a row of bookshelves displayed around the walls. I don't know what material it is, it is crystal clear and radiates soft light, making the whole room bright.

But as everyone looked at it one by one, everyone's excitement gradually became lower. There were many fighting skills on the bookshelf, but they were all below the level of the world, which disappointed everyone.

Only one jade box placed on the bookshelf on the front of the room was left without looking at it. Xiao Zhan held the jade box off the bookshelf with both hands, licked his lips, and murmured: "This is the last hope..." Then he opened the lid of the jade box nervously.
Chapter completed!