After a hundred years of ringing the bell, I became the ancestor of the sect

Chapter 58 Luck
On the stone platform around the wall.

Four sword masters stood side by side.

Suddenly, the sword tomb in front, which was originally empty, suddenly surged with air flow, and it seemed as if a mirror was shattered, revealing the true appearance inside.

A huge stone sword, densely packed with swords.

There are a large number of stone tablets distributed around the stone sword.

The twenty or so inner disciples who had entered earlier stood in the forest of stone tablets.

"Hey, five people actually matched the Divine Sword this time?"

"It seems that this group of inner disciples is very good."

"It's really good. In the past, it was quite good to be able to find one or two matching divine swords when a sword tomb was opened."

"Maybe it's because there wasn't a single one the last time the sword tomb was opened, so I was so lucky this time."

The four sword masters were delighted after seeing the situation in the sword tomb.

Whether or not you can match the divine sword is crucial.

Generally speaking, the chance of matching the true sword with the divine sword is the greatest.

After all, among the younger generation of inner disciples, the true disciples must be the best.

As for those inner disciples who have not comprehended the meaning of sword, it is basically impossible for them to match the magic sword.

Unless one can comprehend the meaning of sword in the sword tomb, the hope is slim.

Therefore, the focus is on those disciples who have comprehended the meaning of sword.

If you are extremely lucky, there is a certain chance that you will be matched with the divine sword.

Because the characteristics of some divine swords may be closely related to the sword intent comprehended by a certain disciple.

"Whose disciple is that on the right? He actually got a divine sword as well. Why haven't I heard of it before?"

The swordsman wearing a silver mask asked curiously.

"I heard that he is the disciple of Zhou Laogui. Tsk tsk, this old ghost finally got what he wanted."

"Sometimes, luck is very important. That magic sword looks like it should be Sword Eighteen. I heard that it was used by the ancestor of Zhou Laogui's lineage."

"Indeed. The sword intent comprehended from the same martial arts does have a great advantage in matching the same divine sword."

Several sword masters turned their attention to Li Qian.

After all, among the five who were matched with the magic sword, two were true disciples, and the other two were also the most outstanding and talented warriors among the inner disciples.

Only Li Qian remained unknown.

There is a sharp contrast.

They could only blame it on luck.

In the sword tomb.

Many eyes fell on Li Qian.

Pang Bai wasn't the only one who was jealous.

There are other disciples who have not matched the magic sword.

Although these disciples all benefited to varying degrees from this trip to the Sword Tomb.

But the biggest benefit was not obtained.

With the magic sword in hand, not only can the combat power be greatly increased, but the efficiency of sword intent will also be greatly improved.

After each holder of a divine sword passes away, they will be sent back to the sword tomb. Even if the divine sword is lost due to someone’s death in battle, the Divine Sword Sect will retrieve it at all costs.

The reason why the magic sword was not passed down directly to his disciples and descendants was mainly because the magic sword was not allowed to be privatized, in order to prevent the magic sword from being completely taken over by certain people.

There is also the special nature of the divine sword. Only after the matching is completed can its power be truly exerted.

The so-called matching actually means that the magic sword recognizes its master.

"The sword tomb has been closed. All disciples, leave immediately."

The black iron masked swordsman standing on the platform of the ring wall spoke.

So, more than twenty inner disciples hurried back to the platform on the ring wall, saluted to the four sword masters, and then walked up along the stone path hanging on the wall.

In the square of the Divine Sword Temple, many elders and even peak masters gathered here.

Most of them are inner disciples and masters who entered the sword tomb.

There were also a few who were there just to watch the fun.

"Based on the time, the sword tomb should have been closed."

someone said.

"I wonder how many people will be able to match the Divine Sword this time?"

"Anyway, I have no hope for my disciple."

"There should be some hope for my disciple."

"He Fatty, your disciple has become a true disciple, and there is still hope. I think you are deliberately provoking me, fat guy?"

"Haha, it's not just my disciples who are true disciples. Aren't Wan Feng Master's disciples also true disciples? If they become true disciples, will they definitely be able to match the magic sword? Wan Feng Master, don't you think so?"

"I don't know if your disciples can match the sword, but my disciples will definitely have no problem."

The speaker was a cold middle-aged female Taoist priest, carrying a sword on her back.

This is Wan Xiangu, the master of Zidian Peak.

"Wan Xiangu, if you say so, my disciple will definitely be fine."

The fat old man said with a smile.

For these elders and peak masters, it is common to use their own disciples to gain face.

Although the inner disciples have not yet come out of the sword tomb, these elders and peak masters have already begun to compete secretly.

At this time, some inner sect disciples came out along the stone path hanging on the wall.

There was no sword in hand.

The inner sect disciple's teacher was immediately disappointed.

When entering the sword tomb, one would not bring a sword. If one came out with a sword, it would definitely be a divine sword.

As the inner disciples came up one by one, some were happy and some were sad.

"This is great. Four people have already matched the Divine Sword?"

The fat old man said with a smile.

Because he saw his disciple Nangong Bei had a sword in his hand.

"See? My disciple has matched the divine sword."

Another elder's joy was beyond words.

Zhou Buping was also looking forward to it.

Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure.

It was his disciple Li Qian.

Have a sword?

His eyes lit up and a smile appeared on his face, making him unable to close his mouth.

Li Qian did not disappoint him.

Not only did he comprehend the Vajra Dharma in the Sword Sharpening Cave, but he also found a magic sword from the Sword Tomb.

His decades of hard work in Yanmen Valley were finally not in vain.

"Master."

Li Qian walked up, bowed and said.

"Okay, okay, let's go back first."

Zhou Buping tried hard to act calm.

At this time, the fat old man next to him looked at the magic sword in Li Qian's hand and curled his lips, "Old Zhou, your disciple is lucky."

"Humph."

Zhou Buping snorted coldly and left with Li Qian.

Chen bell tower.

Liu Ming is practicing boxing.

Since he had eaten medicinal meat porridge for two consecutive meals, which was absolutely a great tonic, his energy and blood were abundant, and his progress in practicing sword and jabbing was much faster than usual.

At this time, two figures rushed down from the bottom of the mountain.

It was none other than Master Zhou Buping and his apprentice.

"Master, Senior Brother Li."

Liu Ming quickly stopped practicing boxing.

"You continue to practice."

Li Qian waved his hand and followed his master to the wooden house on the other side.

Arrived at the master's wooden house.

Zhou Buping looked at the magic sword in Li Qian's hand.

"The Sword Eighteen was first wielded by our lineage's ancestor."

He gently stroked the blade of the sword and said with emotion.

"Master, wasn't this divine sword nurtured by our great master?"

Li Qian was extremely curious.

"No. This magic sword was also obtained by the ancestor from the sword tomb."

Zhou Buping shook his head.

"Didn't you say before that the divine sword can also be cultivated by oneself?"

Li Qian was a little confused.

"There is hope, but you must cultivate your life and soul, and use your own energy to nourish the sword day and night. However, the magic sword you cultivate yourself is far inferior to this magic sword."

Zhou Buping smiled and said, "This is a helpless move when there is no matching divine sword in the sword tomb."

"Master, is there anything special about this magic sword?"

Li Qian asked.

"Very special. These divine swords and the swords in the Sword Grinding Cave all existed originally, but were only discovered by our Divine Sword Sect."

Zhou Buping shook his head and said, "It is said that if one comprehends the martial spirit to the universal level, one can completely refine the divine sword, thus truly achieving the unity of man and sword, and taking the divine sword into the body."

"Can the divine sword be stored in the body?"

When Li Qian heard this, his eyes lit up.

"Yes, but it's too difficult. It's probably more difficult to comprehend the martial spirit to the Wanxiang level than to improve one's cultivation to the realm of the Martial Saint."

Zhou Buping sighed and said, "So far, no one in my Divine Sword Sect has been able to do it."

"Master, how are the levels of martial spirit divided?"

Li Qian couldn't help but ask.

He has broken through to the True Image level, but it is only after the breakthrough that the system interface displays information at this level.

"According to my understanding, martial will is divided into five levels, namely virtual image, illusion, true image, celestial image, and myriad images. After you are matched with the magic sword, your comprehension of sword will definitely be faster. It should not take a few years for you to reach the illusion level."

Zhou Buping said.

Li Qian really wanted to say that he had already realized the truth.

Unfortunately, this speed is too fast.

He certainly couldn't tell it.

After all, no matter how genius one's comprehension is, there is no way to explain such terrifying speed.

(End of this chapter)