Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 579 The pool of soldiers has been around for thousands of years, but there are few sword wielders!

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Xuan family land, in front of a ten-foot-sized pool that is as bright as blood.

Xuan Zhongshan stood with his sword behind his back, looking at the old man in sackcloth and gray hair in front of him, he didn't say a word.

Xuan Yezi chuckled, even though he was dressed in sackcloth, he couldn't conceal the arrogance that radiated from his bones as a master craftsman.

Pointing his finger outside Xuan's house, Xuan Yezi smiled lightly and said: "Look at the martial arts people all over the mountains and Wucheng, they think they have seen the truth, and they even argue with others, telling the self-righteous facts, but they don't know where they are. In the eyes of the old man, it’s just a joke. Who told them that the Xuan family opened the pool to forge divine weapons, do you believe it? If you hide your identity and go out and tell them the truth, they will definitely think you are a fool, and even spit on you saliva."

Xuan Zhongshan said thoughtfully: "The rivers and lakes don't really need such a person. After seeing the beginning, he thinks that the end is the end. He sees through everything, but he is as fragile as an ant. However, all living beings should have the meaning of his existence."

"You can see it clearly. It seems that this trip has gained a lot." Xuan Yezi looked him up and said, "It's a pity, if I give you another year, my Xuan family may not be able to produce a great sword king."

A wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, Xuan Zhongshan shook his head and said nothing.

……

Shanwuju.

After drinking the last sip of Shanwu wine, Su Qinian got up and left. What he got from the mouths of the three religions and nine streams was always the most superficial. He didn't have time to listen to these people spitting stars flying all over the sky. Sometimes these people are bigger than you imagined. Stubborn, if you go to talk to him, you will only attract a pair of contemptuous eyes.

Therefore, few of these knight-errants can be famous in the world, and a thousand-year-old family is still a thousand-year-old family.

Xuan family land.

With Su Qinian's current cultivation level, as soon as the soul deterring technique was activated, he drove straight in and walked into the gate of the Xuan family.

After enslaving a protector of the Xuan family, Su Qinian intercepted his memory and found out where the entrance to the Xuan family's military pool was, beside the Wuquan pool in that mountain.

The Shanwu Spring, as bright red as blood, is as thick as mercury in every drop. Su Qinian stared at the Shanwu Spring, ignoring the two deacons who guarded it. It is worthy of being one of the top ten ancient springs. However, Su Qinian has the feeling that this spring pool cannot be entered lightly, and the gods are somewhat wary of it, which seems to be harmful to the spirit and will. Not small.

The entrance to the Bingchi is right next to the Shanwu Spring, and it looks like a cave.

Walking down the ancient stone steps, the flames in the bronze lamps flickered. At some point, the sky was no longer visible, and the air became much thinner and colder, as if returning to the twelfth lunar month of winter.

Walking down the nine hundred and ninety-ninth stone steps, you finally come to a piece of yellow land, where there are ever-burning lights, and the Shanwu Spring is brought into this place, opening up roads on the yellow land that are as thin as a hair, or as thick as The ravines on the waist of a person are criss-crossed, just like the meridians of the human body, and the rice fields are intertwined.

Xuan family soldier pool!

Su Qinian saw this as a pool of soldiers that had entered the hinterland of the human body, even with his current knowledge, he couldn't help admiring the Xuan family's casting of soldiers.

The Shanwu Spring, one of the top ten ancient springs in the world, is used as the pool water to nourish and temper the weapons day and night. Looking at the thickness of the meridians on the earth, I am afraid that it is also divided according to the height of the weapon. The needs are different, and the amount of natural pool water is also different.

Su Qinian soon saw the first Xuanjia Tibetan soldier, it was a big halberd, up to one foot long, with a deep blue-black body, a sharp blade, and cold light, as if it could pierce people's eyes.

The next Wuhen Baobing!

This is still near the entrance of the Bingchi, and the tempered Shanwu Spring is no more than half the thickness of a little finger.

As he walked forward, Su Qinian couldn't help but take a deep breath. As expected of a family of master craftsmen for thousands of years, there are hundreds of Tibetan soldiers in this pool of soldiers, but none of them has broken a sharp blade, at least They were all low-rank Wuhen soldiers, and even as they walked forward, Su Qinian had already seen forty or fifty middle-rank Wuhen soldiers, and three or four high-rank Wuhen soldiers.

The pool of soldiers is very large, in the basement of the Xuan family's land, Su Qinian can imagine that people in the martial arts world, especially those rangers, must yearn for this place very much.

However, after seeing the corpses at his feet, Su Qinian couldn't help shaking his head, money is touching, for people in the Jianghu, magic weapon cheats are the biggest temptation.

One high-rank Wuhen treasure soldier, two high-rank Wuhen treasure soldiers, three high-rank Wuhen treasure soldiers...

After half a stick of incense, Su Qinian walked nearly two miles, and saw no less than thirty high-ranking Wuhen treasure soldiers, all of whom were rooted in arm-thick Shanwu springs, able to withstand the tempering of Shanwu springs With the spirituality, the weapons forged by the Xuan family are more agile than those forged by ordinary weapon craftsmen in the world.

After a stick of incense, Su Qinian saw the first psychic soldier.

This is a huge sword that can be more than three feet high. The whole body is cast like a raging flame, entangled with raging real fire, red like blood, pure like glass, with wisps of sharp edge lingering, outlining a forbidden sword of about ten feet As soon as he approached the domain, he was about to be slaughtered by the sharp edge of the divine sword. Under the primordial spirit, how many people could stop it.

"Good sword."

Su Qinian sighed in admiration, he is worthy of being a master craftsman of the Xuan family, only this psychic sword shows the background of the Xuan family, it is said that the Xuanzhong Mountain and the Koushan Meteor Sword rank the ninety-eighth in the weapon list, among the From Su Qinian's point of view, the divine sword in front of him is much more spiritual than the Meteorite Sword. I don't know how many years it has been conceived in the pool of soldiers, and how much sharpness and sword power it has accumulated. If it is all burst out, From Su Qinian's point of view, he will never be inferior to a master with a small mastery of primordial spirit.

"The little god also knows the way of casting and refining, so he really knows a lot and learns a lot."

At some point, an old man in sackcloth and gray hair came to his side, with a smile on his face, he also looked at the huge sword in front of him, and said: "The Xuanchi Demon Slashing Sword was forged by the twelfth generation of master craftsmen of the Xuan family. , taking the ancient battlefield's blue blood heart and earth fire fine gold, it took four years and nine days to cast and smelt it. On the day the sword was made, the seven demon kings came, twelve generations of master craftsmen destroyed their souls, and killed the seven kings with their swords. Dispersing the soul in the sword, this sword has since been sealed in the pool of soldiers, and the sword has been kept for more than two thousand years, just waiting for the sword master to be born, and kill all the monsters."

Su Qinian nodded, seemingly not surprised at the appearance of the old man, and said: "Excalibur is hard to forge, and the owner of the sword is also hard to find."

Hearing this, the old man sighed and said: "There are too many smart people in this world, so there are fewer and fewer people who can hold swords. Everyone is watching, big eyes and small eyes. Can you really stare out a peaceful and prosperous world? "

"So here I am."

Su Qinian turned around, truly reflected the outline of the old man in front of his pupils, and said calmly: "The head of the Xuan family, master craftsman Xuan Yezi."

"The little god is the little god, it seems that the mountains have not been able to hide it from you," Xuan Yezi said with a smile, "I don't know what the little god thinks of my Xuan family."

"If you are poor, you will be good for yourself; if you are rich, you will be good for the world."

Su Qinian's words were not impassioned, but Xuan Yezi showed a serious look, pondered for a while, and said: "Except for the high-ranking Wuhen treasure soldiers and psychic soldiers, the Xuan family's military pool can be used as much as possible." Dedicated to the Holy One."

At this moment, it was Su Qinian's turn to show surprise. He did not expect that the Patriarch of the Xuan family would be so forthright. From his point of view, under the high-ranking Wuhen treasure soldiers in the Xuan family's army pool, there would be no less than two thousand soldiers. , this world is by no means as few as imagined, and definitely not as many as imagined, even if it is a low-ranking Wuhen, it can sell at least ten thousand taels of snow silver, and the Xuan family donated it to the national treasury Yes, no less than [-] million taels, not to mention there are no less than a hundred middle-ranking Wuhen treasure soldiers, that is, the family of master craftsmen, even if they are the masters of the country, they will definitely not be able to get them out at once.

Xuan Yezi's tone was serious, and he said: "The little god should see it very clearly, how can I wait for the thousand-year-old family and sect to see clearly, it's just the ancestors' foundation of thousands of years, it's not just the glory of the first generation of ancestors, it's The ancestors worked hard to leave the foundation for future generations. No one wants to bear the infamy of their own generation. Of course, it may not last through the ages. Zhen was killed, but he was exiled into the turbulence of time and space, no one knows when he will return, but since the monsters are moving gradually, it means that there is not much time."

"There are not many people who understand like Patriarch Xuan."

Xuan Yezi shook his head, and said: "Many people understand, but they just don't want to admit it. The ones who deceived themselves were slaughtered by disciples and clan members. Xuan Yezi has lived for so many years, and he has seen it all. So what if the old man is alone, after the end of life, who can remember the old man with a cup of loess, the smoke and clouds gather and disperse, there is always an end, but ashes return to ashes, and ashes return to ashes."

Hearing this, even Su Qinian had a somewhat solemn expression on his face, and said: "Dare to ask where Elder Xuan Xi is."

"It's right here," Xuan Yezi sighed, "this is a thing of the past. In order to seek a higher position, the old man used quite fierce methods. The record of the master of the gods was left to him by the previous patriarch, but the current Xuan family is even more Need, there are looters in troubled times, and they need to be guided by the master craftsman, just wait for the looters to be completed, and the old man will go back to seclusion, concentrate on martial arts, and don't ask outside things."

With a wave of his sleeve, he saw the invisible sword domain of the Xuanchi Demon Slayer Sword melt away, the air distorted, and a thin old man appeared.

As soon as the old man opened his eyes, he moved his body and pressed his palm on Xuan Yezi's chest.

boom!

The old man flew out, smashed into a mouthful of Wuhen Baobing, and opened his mouth to spit out a stream of reverse blood.

"Homeowner!"

Someone shouted in the distance, but they seemed to be held back by someone, but the old man stopped after slapping the palm, his eyes swept over the old man coldly, and said: "You think you can tell me these words, Is that enough? If it’s just a record of the gods, if it’s not a relic of my late father, the old man will never step into the Xuan family even after he dies.”

Immediately, as soon as the old man shook his hand, a piece of crystal purple jade was thrown out and fell in front of Xuan Yezi. The old man snorted again, turned around and left.

Su Qinian didn't say a word, until Xuan Yezi got up, held the inherited purple jade in both hands, came to Su Qinian, bowed and said: "The robbery is born in a troubled world, and it must be controlled by a military master to overcome obstacles. The Xuan family has no destiny to save the world, so we hope the little gods will help us." (Seeking recommended monthly tickets, starting point genuine subscription is the biggest support for Shibu!)

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