Zhu Xian: Get ten times the talent, the sword opens the gate of heaven

Chapter 140 Wan Jianyi: Why is your sword so weird?

Zhang Xiaofan looked at the shocked Wan Jianyi and thought to himself that he had a sharp eye. He could guess the magic of the Zhu Xian Book just by relying on the mysterious runes he cultivated.

Moreover, he could also say that if he obtained the Complete Book of Heaven, he would be able to defy Heaven.

He is indeed worthy of being a famous teacher, and no wonder Wan Jianyi is known as the number one in kendo.

As the saying goes, "Mastering one thing means mastering a hundred things" and being able to become the best in swordsmanship shows that Wan Jianyi is very strong in all aspects. He just specializes in swordsmanship.

After all, ninety-nine percent of Qingyun Sect's disciples focus on swordsmanship, except for the Dazhu Peak lineage, which has few disciples but a wide variety of magical weapons.

Especially Du Bishu, who actually used dice as magic weapons.

In other words, Tian Buyi is broad-minded. If Cangsong were Du Bishu's master, he would have beaten Du Bishu to the point of vomiting blood and destroyed the magic weapon on the spot.

"Alas!" Zhang Xiaofan sighed and said:

"It is already a great fortune for me to be able to obtain this incomplete book. How can I expect to obtain the entire technique?"

Upon hearing this, Wan Jian looked at Zhang Xiaofan with a sharp gaze, and suddenly pointed at him and said:
"I don't know you, kid. When you see such a miraculous technique, I'm afraid you will keep planning for other incomplete books."

"Haha!" Zhang Xiaofan suddenly laughed and said half-truthfully:
"I still can't hide it from you, Old Wan. That's right, now that I know there is such a miraculous skill, I must make it a success."

"However, it is easier said than done. I still have no idea."

Upon hearing this, Wan Jianyi also expressed his agreement.

After all, to be able to obtain a fragment of such a miraculous skill is considered a great fortune.

Even if I want to plot against the other remaining fragments of the magical skills, I'm afraid I won't be able to get them.

After all, the world is so big, how can one have such great luck to obtain it all?

Thinking of this, Wan Jianyi said:

"Anyway, with your talent, you can definitely reach the Taiqing realm that no one has reached in a thousand years within fifty years."

"That's enough. How about you just give up and live with me in the ancestral temple and keep me company?"

"Fuck!" Zhang Xiaofan suddenly said "Fuck!" He looked at Wan Jianyi like he was looking at a monster and said:

"Lao Wan, I am your only direct disciple. I asked you to teach Lin Jingyu, but you haven't taught him yet. Others want their disciples to become stronger, but you ask me to give up?"

"Haha..." Wan Jianyi smiled and said:

"You are different. You have the talent here. No matter how you practice, you can reach the realm of Taiqing that all cultivators dream of. Since you will reach it sooner or later, why bother? Wouldn't it be wonderful to follow me and keep me company?"

"As for Lin Jingyu, his talent is also very good, just a little bit worse than mine. If I hadn't met you, I would be interested in teaching him."

"Now that I have a true disciple like you, I have nothing better to do than to teach him."

Zhang Xiaofan heard this and muttered to himself.

Lin Jingyu, Lin Jingyu, it's not that I stole your opportunity. I asked Lao Wan to teach you, but you can't do it yourself. Lao Wan doesn't think highly of you.

At this time, Wan Jian thought of Daoxuan's visit to him, so he said:

“You kid, you have the Blood-sucking Pearl and the Soul-catching Rod, which are made of blood, but you actually… eh…”

Having said that, Wan Jianyi stared closely at the Blood Soul Sword on Zhang Xiaofan's waist and said:

"Boy, did you refine that ugly stick with blood again?"

"Yeah." Zhang Xiaofan responded.

Wan Jian nodded and said:

"Well, you have learned the sword art from me. That ugly stick has completely affected your performance. It would be nice to refine blood into a sword."

Having said that, Wan Jian stretched out his hand and said with great interest:
"Here, show it to me. I want to see how powerful your sword is after it has been refined with blood."

Zhang Xiaofan heard this and his mind moved. The Blood Soul Sword was unsheathed, and the sword flashed and floated in the air. Thinking that the other party was his mentor, he kindly reminded him: "Old Wan, this sword is a bit evil. It will actively absorb people's essence and blood. I advise you to just look at it, and never play with it in your hands."

"Pooh!" Wan Jianyi suddenly made a sound of pooh, raised his eyebrows, glared at Zhang Xiaofan, and said:

"You look down on me, don't you? After all, I am now at the half-step Taiqing realm. Even if your magic weapon is comparable to the Nine Heavens Divine Weapon, can it still suck my blood if I hold it?"

As he spoke, Wan Jianyi reached for the hilt of the Blood Soul Sword in the air.

Zhang Xiaofan saw this, shook his head, sighed and said:

"Alas, it is indeed a wave. It has started to wave again."

At this moment, Wan Jianyi grasped the hilt of the Blood Soul Sword. To be on the safe side, a green light appeared on his hand.

Suddenly, the Blood Soul Sword emitted a burst of blood light, and was filled with murderous aura and evil power.

The next moment, Wan Jianyi felt an extreme pain in the palm of his hand, which then cracked into tiny cuts. Blood quickly flowed out of the cuts and rushed towards the Blood Soul Sword, being quickly swallowed up.

Moreover, it continues without stopping, and the devouring power is getting stronger and stronger.

Damn, this is so weird.

Even so, Wan Jianyi remained calm. After all, Zhang Xiaofan was his disciple. How could he not be able to hold his sword? Wouldn't that be a huge loss of face?

Seeing this, Zhang Xiaofan reminded:
"Old Wan, stop it, don't let my sword suck you dry."

"Hold steady, don't waver!"

"Pooh!" Wan Jian said with a pooh sound:
"You look down on me, don't you? I can still hold your sword and perform swordsmanship."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wan Jianyi endured the blood and essence being devoured by the Blood Soul Sword and swung the sword casually.

Suddenly, a sharp sword energy came out and cut a huge rock in the distance into two halves.

Then, Wan Jianyi looked at Zhang Xiaofan and said:
"This sword is handsome or not."

"handsome!"

Zhang Xiaofan gave a thumbs up.

Wan Jian raised his head and smiled, saying:
"Kid, remember, being handsome is permanent. You will never learn this trick because you are not as handsome as me."

"Yeah, yeah." Zhang Xiaofan looked at Wan Jianyi, whose face was gradually turning pale as his essence and blood were being devoured, and nodded repeatedly. He just hoped that the other party would not continue to waste his energy, otherwise he would faint after being devoured of too much essence and blood by the Blood Soul Sword, and he would be charged with the crime of murdering his master.

He has always respected his teachers and doesn't want to do such a thing.

Alas, Wan Jianyi is good in everything. He is free and easy, has no airs, and has a good temper, but he is too extravagant.

Otherwise, one of his arms wouldn't have been cut off by You Ji's sword.

Look, after living for hundreds of years, he is still so extravagant.

This person just can't change some of his habits.

At this time, Wan Jian saw Zhang Xiaofan nodding repeatedly and felt that it was almost time.

Then, he handed the sword to Zhang Xiaofan, then quickly put his bleeding hand behind his back, clenched his fist tightly, and his entire palm was shaking violently.

However, Wan Jianyi still said calmly:
"I tried your sword. It's pretty good. It's better than my Dragon Slaying Sword and more powerful, but it's a little weird."

"Yeah, yeah." Zhang Xiaofan nodded repeatedly, thinking to himself, isn't this weird?

Look at your face, as pale as a ghost.

If I don't tell you, Lao Wan, don't you have any idea?
Forget it. I know you are a playboy and you care about your reputation, so I won’t expose you.

(End of this chapter)