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"The disciple Chen Feng has seen the dean, and has met the old!"

Feng Chen walked into the courtyard and saw Fan Lao and the Dean sitting in the hall. Both of them looked at themselves with a light smile on their faces. Not so natural, it feels weird.

"Oh, no courtesy, sit and sit!" The dean and Fan Lao were satisfied with how Feng Chen saw them. To be practical, Feng Chen saw them in the eyes of them, which was a treasure.

And the dean was also very polite and very enthusiastic. The Feng Chen who was engaged in it would not be able to accept the attitude of the two towards him for a while.

"So what, Dustwind, I mainly call you here today, mainly to inform you of one thing! Historically, the special recruit students who have become our Taoist Academy have to worship the treasures of our town's courtyard. Of course, you also No exception."

The Dean laughed and said to Feng Chen with an unreasonable reason.

After the dean said, he looked at Fan Lao. Fan Lao nodded his head immediately, and he said, "Dust wind, if you can get the approval of the treasure of the town hall of this hospital, you will get a chance. Of course, this It is also the welfare of specially recruited students. "

Dean and Fan Lao, both of you said something to me, sang a word, and did not give Feng Chen a chance to speak at all.

"Well, time is limited, let's go!" The dean stood up, waved his hand, a golden light wrapped around them, and the light flashed, and the three disappeared into the room.

While waiting for the light to flash again, the dean and the three of them already appeared beside an altar. The square on which the altar was placed was very large, covering an area of ​​more than tens of acres. A long black sword with a long foot is surrounded by a very large lake not far from the altar, and it looks shimmering in the sunlight.

This sword is as black as ink throughout the body, without a trace of luster, when viewed from afar, it is like an iron sword created by a blacksmith in the world.

However, when Feng Chen saw this iron sword, his eyebrows tightened, and a familiar feeling sprang up. This feeling was very strange, just like the long sword in front of him. He used it like a friend he knew best. same.

He had a lot of thoughts in his mind and remembered it again, but he didn't find a little figure of the iron sword in his memory.

"This unnamed sword was placed by His Majesty the Emperor Bei Hanxian, the founder of the Taoist Academy, and is also called the ancestral sword of this academy. According to legend, this unknown sword was obtained by His Majesty the Emperor Bei Hanxian by accident, and placed in the Taoist Academy. I hope someone in the future will get it. It is said that getting the recognition of this sword will get a great chance. "

"After thousands of years, the Taoist school has a large number of disciples who can be recognized by Zu Jian, but there is no one, and your dust wind is one of the special recruits of our Taoist school. You go up to burn incense and worship. The recognition of the sword will burn the zen incense you have burned. If you do not get the recognition of the ancestral sword, the zen incense you have burned will go away by itself. "

After speaking, the dean walked aside with Fan Lao.

"North Han Xiandi?"

Feng Chen lowered his head and frowned. He knew this man, Bei Hanxian Emperor, and he was very insidious. Just like the words in the dean's mouth just now, the water is extremely high. What kind of person Emperor is, he knows more clearly than the dean.

This iron sword is by no means an ordinary product. If it is an ordinary product, it will never be placed here. Even the Emperor Bei Han calls it a treasure. Feng Chen has no reason not to believe that the Emperor Bei Han does not try to recognize his sword. Lord, who is the Emperor Beihan, but he is an immortal-level figure, and even he can't recognize the Lord as a treasure. There should be very few people in this world who can recognize the Lord with his sword.

He wouldn't believe that there was such a fool's word for someone with a destiny. If it was someone else, he might still believe it, and maybe he would be grateful to Emperor Bei Hanxian, but Feng Chen did not believe it.

Although it is not clear what the purpose of Bei Hanxian Emperor's move is, Feng Chen absolutely believes that Bei Hanxian Emperor must have done so.

Now, he doesn't have time to struggle with this either. The dean and the old men are watching themselves.

In front of the altar was a black crime table with many offerings.

Feng Chen walked to the desk, picked up three zen incenses, lit them and inserted them on the incense burner. The zen incense burned out in the blink of an eye.

After seeing the dean and Fan Lao, their chins were almost startled, and the eyes were almost scared. At the moment when the incense was burned out, the hearts of both men mentioned their throats, and their faces were full of surprise. , Directly petrochemical, stunned in place.

Feng Chen was wondering for a while, what happened? Is it possible ... that he has been recognized by Zu Jian? What an amazing thing.

"Dean, I ... I didn't read that **** right!" Fan Lao looked pale and poked at the Dean with his hand, whispering in his mouth.

The dean didn't speak, and he didn't even listen to what Fan Peng was saying. At this moment, his whole body was shaking, it was because of excitement.

Zu Jian's approval, this means that Feng Chen has been recognized by Zu Jian. For thousands of years, the Daoist academy has countless disciples, but all the students with better qualifications have been tried by the dean, but all have failed.

As soon as the three of them were still a little stunned, the ground suddenly trembled.

"This ... this is ..." The dean was startled, opened his mouth, and stared forward at the black sword in the altar. He suddenly "snapped", soared into the sky, and flew into the air with his tail and tail After the middle of the day, the sound of Jianming with "发出" was mixed with joy.

After the long black sword flew into midair, suddenly, he turned his direction and ran towards Fengchen.

"This ... this ..." The dean and Fan Lao were completely petrified, like a chicken.

At this moment, there was a slight reaction to the broken pieces in the sealed dust body, and then this reaction became more and more intense.

Just when Feng Chen was surprised, a familiar voice suddenly passed into Feng Chen's ears: "Boss, what are you still doing? This is the broken body!"

This sound comes from the small knife spirit.

Feng Chen looked up, no wonder, how he looked at this black sword so familiar, it turned out to be the body of the broken cymbal, in his memory, isn't the broken cymbal turquoise?

However, he didn't have much time to think about it. He flipped his hands and peeled off the broken pieces of the inheritance sword and took them in his hands.

"Damn, this ... this ancestor sword wants to recognize the Lord!" The Dean couldn't help but swallowed, and said in a panic.

Zu Jian struck, Feng Chen waved his hand, and the fragments in his hand blasted towards the black long sword.

At the moment when the fragment was in contact with the black sword, a dazzling ray of light suddenly burst out, spreading rapidly around.