The Big Winner of Cultivation

Wen Le was once again glad that he was only afraid of heights, and didn't have intensive phobia or obsessive-compulsive disorder. Otherwise, seeing the crooked and crooked swords all over the mountain, I don't know how uncomfortable it would be.

Wen Le is not going to look for swords on the sword mound right away. As the saying goes, if you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your weapon. With such a big mountain and so many broken swords, you may not be able to find them even after dark. To choose a good sword, it is better to look at the situation first, and then choose a method.

Wen Le wandered around the sword mound, and finally found a stone tablet in a corner. He hurriedly analyzed the characters and read it carefully.

The stele briefly introduces the origin of Jianzhong.Lianhuafeng advocates that one person has one sword, and that people and swords are closely related, so when the monks of Lianhuafeng fall, even if the long sword is not damaged, the sword that lost its master will not accept a second master, so it will be taken back to this sword tomb middle.The long sword has a spirit, and this broken sword is equivalent to the cemetery of the disciples of Lianhua Peak. No wonder the atmosphere here is so tragic and depressing.

It is also recorded on the stele that after the remnant sword is inserted into the ground, there will be a small stone board in front of the sword, which records the life experience of the sword owner and the origin of the long sword.After reading the records of the stele, Wen Le felt a little more confident when he looked at the mountain of broken swords.

Wen Le is looking for a foothold for climbing. There are swords everywhere on this damn Jianzhong mountain, and there is no obvious path at all.Fortunately, these swords have lost their sharpness, otherwise, if you want to walk through this shining sword forest, your clothes and hair may be scratched in several places.

Wen Le looked around at the swords at the lowest level of the sword mound. Some of these swords had dull blades, some had several gaps in their blades, and some had obvious broken marks in the middle of the blades. From the introduction on the website, it can be seen at a glance that it is not a good sword.Without hesitation, he continued to go up.

The broken sword on the mountainside was getting better, but Wen Le decided to go to the top of the mountain to have a look.Most of the contestants also thought so, so the top of the mountain was full of disciples looking for Can Jian.Just as Wen Le came up, he saw a strong disciple of Lianhua Peak walking down happily holding a broken sword. Although the sword was broken, there was a cold glow on the edge of the sword, and there were traces of blood on the sword. Everything.

Wen Le hurriedly searched for it, and if it was later, the better broken swords would have been picked away.After walking a few steps, he found that there was a long sword that looked complete and looked good, so he rolled up his sleeves and began to draw the sword.

If the spiritual power hadn't been lost, Wen Le only needed to hook his finger, and the broken sword would obediently jump into his hands, but now he can only pull it out with strength.Wen Le stood in the same posture, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, took a long breath of air, and lifted the sword up with the strength of his waist, abdomen and arms.However, half of the broken sword was stuck firmly in the soil, even though Wen Le exerted all his strength, the sword did not move at all.

Lin Chengfeng was seeing a good sword with its radiance flowing and charm. He was overjoyed and was about to go forward to draw it, but saw a group of people around the long sword unwillingly.

If Wen Le were here, he would probably have guessed whether these people were here to rob someone else's broken sword, but Lin Chengfeng was not so suspicious. He curiously asked an older disciple of Yunxiao Peak: "Senior Brother Qi , are you here for that sword? Then why don't you pull it out?"

Qi Si sighed depressingly: "They were all there when I came. I also saw this sword at a glance, but before I got close, the sword bounced me away."

On the sword mound are not only the swords used by the disciples of the Qi refining stage, but also the swords left by the foundation, Jindan, Yuanying, and even Da Neng of the transformation stage.The higher the level of the remnant sword, the more psychic it is. Naturally, I don't want other people to touch it at will or even want to pull myself out, so no matter how good the sword is, everyone can only look at it eagerly.

Want to go, such a good sword, if you pull it out, you can definitely win, I really don't want to go away;

Don't go, such a good sword cannot be approached and drawn by life or death, waiting is useless.

Lin Chengfeng secretly laughed at the unwilling expressions on the faces of these people. He also tried to walk a few steps, and found that there was a gentle and invisible force pushing him away. He was a little disappointed, but turned around and left immediately.

Seeing Lin Chengfeng trying to get close to the sword, the other people standing by were a little nervous. They couldn't pull it out, so they naturally hoped that others wouldn't be able to pull it out.So when they saw that Lin Chengfeng also returned without success, they finally let go of their concerns and continued to try various methods.

Fang Yue's progress was better here. He also read the records of the stele, and then used the most stupid method - pulling it out.Originally, the name, attribute and grade of the sword were recorded on the slate, but a good sword with a high degree of incompleteness will lose its quality and grade even if it is repaired, and it is not as good as a second-class and slightly complete defective sword.So he carefully pulled out a long sword, checked it carefully, and then pulled out another sword. He chose the better sword among them, and respectfully put the unselected sword back.After all, these swords are the relics of fellow disciples who unfortunately fell, so they should be treated seriously.

Wen Le didn't know the situation of the two senior brothers. He was prying the soil with a cold iron rod, trying to dig out the sword he was looking for, but to his dismay, after digging a pile of soil, the tip of the rod touched a hard stone. piece.Fortunately, he tried to draw the broken sword again, and the sword finally showed signs of loosening.

Lin Chengfeng saw another good sword, also surrounded by a group of people, he tried his luck again, but unfortunately he returned in vain.Lin Chengfeng felt a little anxious now, wondering whether he should lower the standard and find a broken sword that can be drawn first.

Holding the broken sword happily, Wen Le just bumped into Lin Chengfeng who was coming from the side.The two exchanged the situation, and Wen Le became curious and wanted to see those good swords.Seeing that Lin Chengfeng was distressed, Wen Le rolled his eyes, and secretly told him a method that was close to cheating.Lin Chengfeng didn't know where Wen Le came up with so many ghost ideas, he wanted to laugh and was surprised, and finally followed Wen Le's method, and went to dig the sword with a cold iron rod.

Wen Le came to the broken sword that Lin Chengfeng had his eyes on first, and was gently pushed away by a force under the nervous gaze of the others.He was not discouraged, and looked at the stone slab in front of the sword from afar.

According to the stone slab, the owner of this sword is Yao Qishan, a Nascent Soul cultivator, and the remnant sword is called Fengyao, which is a high-grade fire-type fairy sword.When Yao Qishan was exploring the ruins of the ancient school, in order to protect the interests of the sect, he fought against the evil heretics and died accidentally with one enemy.Before he died, he tried his best to send the love sword back to the master, not wanting it to fall into the hands of the thief.This Feng Yaojian was originally bright red all over, flowing smoothly, like a piece of smooth vermilion jade.After Yao Qishan passed away, Feng Yaojian's sword spirit also dissipated, and the remaining power was also used to resist other people approaching him.

Wen Le admired and regretted at the same time, his original thought of wanting to get this sword disappeared, he saluted the Fengyao Sword respectfully, turned and left.

The moment Wen Le turned around, the blade of Feng Yaojian suddenly swayed slightly, as if to thank Wen Le for his respect.The others suddenly shouted in surprise: "Look, the sword has moved!"

Hearing the sound, Wen Le saw that five or six disciples standing by were about to approach Feng Yaojian again, but they were still bounced away by Feng Yaojian.

Wen Le was amused in his heart, and ignored the group of fools, took the broken sword that he dug at the beginning, and continued to search.

Wen Le searched a few more places, and suddenly found that there was a strange broken sword.

On the front of other swords, there will be a stone slab recording the name of the sword and the life of the sword owner, but there is no slate on the front of this dark long sword, only two words [waste sword] are crookedly carved.He was a little curious, and stretched out his hand to pull it out, but he didn't expect that the sword seemed heavy, but it was light and weightless, and he pulled it out with a light pull.

Just as everyone was choosing the broken sword, Lin Xi's voice resounded through the sword grave. "Brothers and sisters, there are still sixty breaths before the end of the sword selection. When the time comes, you will be sent out of the sword mound. Please be prepared."

Those who hadn't chosen a sword yet panicked, and couldn't care less about other things, so they just found the nearest broken sword and quickly drew it.

The time of sixty breaths was fleeting, and before everyone's eyes flashed, they appeared in the martial arts arena of Taihua Peak, and Lin Xi was looking at them with a smile.

Transferring so many foundation-building disciples at the same time, even if Lin Xi was a swordsman of Jianzong and a master of Jindan, he couldn't do it, but with the help of Lu Zhan and Su Yechen, it was easy to remove them all.

Zhu Fuqu and He Qingkuang stood on both sides of Lin Xi, ready to count the broken swords brought out by the disciples of the two peaks.

Wen Le saw Lu Xiaoji who was bored at the side at a glance, and hurriedly shouted: "Where did you die, little chicken, it's easy for us to find."

Lu Xiaoji turned back with a bitter face, and thought: Can I say that I was passed around this group of big shots as I walked, and the pressure is huge.

The crowd divided into two peaks and stood up, taking out their selected broken swords and remaining materials. Of course, some people had nothing in their hands, or only had materials but no swords.

Fang Yue handed over a high-grade spirit sword, which was already the best he could find and pull out. Zhu Fuqu glanced at it and said calmly, "Where are your sword-making materials?"

Fang Yue smiled freely: "Please wait a moment, senior sister. If the broken sword that my junior brother finds is better, I will give him all the materials, and I will not repair mine."

When he said this, it reminded the others.Many disciples saw that there was no hope of winning, so they gave the materials in their hands to the brothers and confidants they had made friends with, or simply gave them to the person who had the most hope of winning, so as to help Benfeng win.

Zhu Fuqu took a look at this extremely handsome young man, and told him to wait.

It's just that she didn't expect that the next Yunxiao Peak disciple would cause another twist.

Lin Chengfeng had bad luck this time, he couldn't get the good sword he encountered, and the broken sword he got was not of high grade, so he could only act according to the ghost idea taught by Wen Le.

Lin Chengfeng reluctantly handed over the Minghe sword in his hand, and Zhu Fuqu was surprised at that moment: "Junior brother, what are you doing?"

Lin Chengfeng bit the bullet and said with a wry smile, "Hand the sword."

"But this is your saber, not the broken sword from Jianzhong."

"Senior Sister's words are wrong. The agreement is to choose a sword from the sword mound in the valley. My Minghe also brought it into the sword mound, and then brought it out from the sword mound. I carefully selected it. Why is it not counted? "

What are the smart people in China best at?Yes, it is to take advantage of the loopholes in the rules. To put it mildly, it is to know how to be flexible.When Wen Le was studying law, he often saw various ambiguous rules, so he naturally learned to drill words.

Lin Chengfeng immediately received countless looks of admiration or contempt, and even Lin Xi began to look at him.

Zhu Fuqu was speechless for a while, and then said after a while: "Then you know, this sword will not be returned to you after it is handed over, it will be returned to the sword mound."

Lin Chengfeng's Minghe sword is also a high-grade spiritual sword, but its incompleteness is zero. If no one finds the fairy sword, he will win this round.If he loses unfortunately and loses Minghe, but as long as he rushes to the Jindan Stage, he will have the Yaoguang Immortal Sword, so don't worry.After all, he is not a disciple of Lianhua Peak who loves swords like his life. In order to win, he naturally knows how to choose.Lin Chengfeng resolutely said: "Thank you, senior sister, for reminding me, I will hand over this Minghe Sword."