Fantasy: I can become stronger when I hang up

Ye Feng looked at the long sword in his hand. The power emitted by this sword now seemed to be similar to that of the top-grade yellow rank he had before.

But when Ye Feng didn't pick it up just now, he clearly felt that the power of this long sword was tens of millions of times stronger than what he felt now!

"Is there something wrong with my posture with the sword?"

There was a trace of doubt in Ye Feng's eyes.

He held the hilt of the long sword again, but the power transmitted from the blade still didn't change in the slightest.

"Strange."

As Ye Feng said, he put down the long sword, but the moment his hand left the long sword, the power of the long sword suddenly changed back to its original state.

That majestic and majestic force, constantly swimming on the sword, seemed to be explaining to Ye Feng that he was a real good thing at a fair price.

So Ye Feng touched it up again, but in the next second, the power of the long sword dropped immediately, and finally became the same as before, leaving a power comparable to the top-grade magic weapon of the yellow rank.

Seeing this scene, Ye Feng was dumbfounded, frowning and looking at the long sword.

"Boom"

Ye Feng threw the sword to the ground again, and left Ye Feng's hands, the power of the long sword burst out, and returned to the peak again.

But when one of Ye Feng's fingers landed on it, the power of the long sword dropped sharply again.

"Fuck you! Discriminate against me!"

Looking at the long sword, Ye Feng wished he could tear him off.

But after calming down and thinking about it carefully, Ye Feng felt that things might not be that simple.

This long sword was taken out of the storage ring left by his parents. Naturally, his parents would not keep a problematic sword to entertain him.

Looking at the long sword in his hand, Ye Feng thought for a long time, and finally seemed to think of something, and looked at his fingers.

"Could it be that you want to recognize the Lord with a drop of blood?"

Some special magic weapons really need a drop of blood to recognize their masters in order to exert their true strength.

So Ye Feng stroked his finger lightly on the edge of the sword, and his finger immediately broke a small hole.

Ye Feng pointed his finger at the sword grid, and pressed the sides of the wound with his middle finger and thumb, and a drop of blood was squeezed out immediately.

The drop of blood hovered on Ye Feng's finger for two seconds, and under the pressure of Ye Feng's finger, it slowly fell towards the long sword.

"Tick tock~"

The blood dripped on the sword grid, but it didn't stay in the slightest, but directly sank into the sword grid.

Before realizing what happened, a beam of light flew out from the long sword, and finally turned into a woman.

Ye Feng looked at the woman in front of her. She was dressed in white, her long black hair was tied into a high ponytail, her complexion was stern, and she looked a little cold.

Her fingers were very slender, with not-so-long nails, and she stared directly at Ye Feng with cold eyes.

"Are you my sword master?"

She looked Ye Feng up and down, her eyes were still cold, as if she had no emotion at all.

Ye Feng glanced at the long sword in his hand, and then at his cut finger.

"probably."

Hearing this, the woman immediately knelt down on one knee towards Ye Feng.

"Holy cloud sword sword spirit, Yun, I have seen the master."

Ye Feng looked at the tall and cold girl in front of him, and suddenly became a little at a loss.

A magic weapon with a sword spirit!This magic weapon is definitely not simple!
And most importantly, this Holy Cloud Sword was put in by Ye Feng's parents, that is to say, the sword spirit of this Holy Cloud Sword might know something about his parents.

"Yun, can you tell me what happened before you were put into the storage ring?"

Hearing this, Yun couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

She lowered her head and tried to remember, but after a while, she looked at Ye Feng and shook her head.

"Can't remember?" Ye Feng couldn't help frowning.

"My memory seems to be sealed."

"seal?"

"Well, the previous memory, nothing exists, only one sentence still exists in my mind.

"What?"

"Be loyal to the sword master and protect the sword master."

Hearing this, Ye Feng couldn't help frowning.

Looking at Yun's appearance, it seems that he really can't think of anything.

And it was Ye Feng's parents who put the Holy Cloud Sword into the storage ring, that is to say, it was probably his parents who sealed Yun's memory.

As for why he did this, the only reasonable explanation Ye Feng could think of was to protect himself.

Seal Yun's previous memories, so that Ye Feng can't get more information and get in touch with things that they don't want Ye Feng to get in touch with.

But Ye Feng's parents overestimated Ye Feng's strength, but underestimated Ye Feng's determination.

As far as Ye Feng is concerned, there is nothing he can't do, all he needs is a little time.

Since it is a seal, it can be lifted naturally.

The seals are usually formed by formations. It seems that after two days the alchemist hang-up pills are used up, he will exchange for a few formation master hang-up pills, and then go to sleep in the formation hall.

"Speaking of which, why did his strength seem to drop a lot when I was holding the Holy Cloud Sword?"

Ye Feng looked at Yun, still a little puzzled about this.

"The Holy Cloud Sword transforms itself according to the strength of the sword holder. The stronger the sword holder, the stronger the explosive power of the Holy Cloud Sword, and vice versa."

"This is done to allow the sword holder to have the best experience. If the power of the Holy Cloud Sword is too strong, the sword holder will not be able to control it, and if the power of the Holy Cloud Sword is too weak, the sword holder will not be able to use it. Use your own strength."

Hearing all this, Ye Feng couldn't help but nodded.

He didn't expect this sword to have such an advanced function. He thought that he became weak as soon as he picked it up before, because he discriminated against him.

"In other words, if the Holy Cloud Sword falls into the hands of others, will its power be enhanced?"

Yun shook his head decisively.

"Before, it was because the Holy Cloud Sword did not recognize its owner, so it was held in the hands of anyone, and the power corresponding to its strength was matched."

"And now that Sheng Yunjian has recognized his master, his power will always change with the changes in your cultivation and strength."

Ye Feng nodded.

In this way, he is equivalent to obtaining a long sword that can be upgraded with him.

The stronger one's strength is, the stronger he will be, and the weaker one's strength will be, naturally the weaker he will be.

And if this is the case, then every time Ye Feng becomes stronger in the future, he will change his magic weapon.

This holy cloud sword, just one magic weapon, can replace a lot of magic weapons.

"Also, I have another question." Ye Feng looked at Yun.

"Master, but it's okay."

"What grade are you?"

After hearing this question, Yun frowned again.

After a long time, she raised her head and looked at Ye Feng.

"I forgot the specifics, but it should be above the heavenly rank."