The Sovereign of the Nine Realms

Chapter 4078 Iron Sword
4078 - Iron Sword

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Tianji's eyes focused, and they came to the left side of the old man, just in time to have a glimpse of the chess game.

At this moment, Tianji's heart was full of turmoil. In the middle of the chess game, there was a black iron sword and a big knife embroidered.

The swords seem to be just carvings, but Tianji is extremely familiar with this pair of swords.

"Which senior is the senior in Iron Sword and Crazy Saber?"

"Iron sword mad knife?"

Both Ling Hantian and Heiman looked at Tianji, they had never heard of this name.

But judging by Tianji's expression, the old man in front of him seemed to have a lot of background.

"The old man is just a woodcutter in the mountains, so he doesn't know what the girl is talking about."

And the old man also spoke at this time, denying Tianji's words.

When Tianji heard this, she knew that the old man probably didn't want others to know his whereabouts, so she didn't ask any more questions.

Seeing that Tianji didn't dare to say anything, Ling Hantian looked at the old man and bowed: "Old man, we have no malicious intentions, we are here to find a young man."

"I don't have any young people here."

The old man glanced at Ling Hantian, and continued to play chess by himself.

Ling Hantian also knew that there was no one else in this hut, but since Tianji tracked it down, his son must have a great relationship with this old man.

Thinking of this, Ling Hantian said sincerely: "Old man, I have been separated from my son for many years, and now I have some hope of finding him, and I hope the old man will make it happen."

"Your son?"

The old man raised his head and glanced at Ling Hantian. At this moment, Ling Hantian suddenly felt a coolness on his face.

In an instant, a gash was cut on his face, the old man stretched out his palm, and a drop of blood flew towards his finger.

At this moment, Ling Hantian didn't dare to move. The sword intent released by the old man at that moment just now gave him a premonition that he was about to die.

Watching the old man raise his hand, he put the blood from his fingertips into his mouth and sipped it.

"It is indeed the same root."

Afterwards, the old man nodded, looked at Ling Hantian, and signaled Ling Hantian to sit opposite him, "Can I play a game of chess with the old man?"

Seeing this, Ling Hantian hummed, and then sat down, "You are a senior, please go first."

"The old man is welcome."

The old man does not rely on the old to sell the old, sweeping his sleeves and robes, the black and white pieces on the chessboard returned to their respective positions, and when he raised his hand, a new chess piece fell down.

Seeing the old man playing chess, Ling Hantian was not polite and immediately made a move.

Ling Hantian rarely studies chess, but he always understands that chess is like life.

Although it is only such a small chassis, it can also be full of conspiracy and murder.

Heiman and Tianji watched from the side, but gradually they stared blankly, the chessboard of Ling Hantian and the old man seemed to have become a continent.

The two sons, black and white, launched an inspiring fight, the old man focused on defense, while Ling Hantian focused on offense.

Before that, Heiman would think that attack is the best defense.

But now, the old man showed a super powerful technique, defense became the most effective attack.

Three days and three nights had passed unknowingly, Ling Hantian and the old man were still playing chess, and the two were tied.

In the early morning of the third day, the golden sunlight fell on the chessboard, and a new round of fighting began.

However, at this moment, the old man stood up suddenly, and said with a faint smile: "I'm sorry, the three of you have been here for three days, and the old man hasn't greeted you yet."

"Seniors are polite."

Ling Hantian also stood up, and did not continue playing chess, because if this game of chess is really going to be finished, it may take hundreds of years.

He is pressed for time now, and he will not spend hundreds of years here just to win or lose a game of chess.

The old man entered the thatched hut, and after a while he came out with a pot of tea, placed three teacups, and quickly poured the tea.

I don't know what kind of tea it is, but the smell is so mellow that people can't help but want to drink a cup.

"This tea is called Fate. After drinking it, those who are destined will get a great chance. If they are not destined, they will gain nothing."

"So amazing?"

Ling Hantian's face was full of curiosity, he lifted a cup of tea and measured it, the tea was as clear as fresh water.

It's hard to imagine, though, that this thing would exude such an alluring fragrance.

The next moment, Ling Hantian drank it in one gulp, feeling that the tea flowed down his throat like a clear spring.

However, after drinking it for a few minutes, there was no reaction at all, which made Ling Hantian even think that he drank a glass of plain water.

At this time, Tianjihe also drank the cup of tea that belonged to her, but unfortunately there was still no reaction.

Seeing this, Heiman said, "Let me try."

As he spoke, he drank the cup of tea.

Both Ling Hantian and Tianji looked at Heiman, and they were also curious whether Heiman had such luck.

"Forehead!"

Suddenly, Heiman's whole body trembled, and those pitch-black pupils spun rapidly, like a black hole.

This rotation finally separated gradually, turning into two pupils.

Ah!
Heiman howled hysterically, and under the gaze of the three of them, he turned into a huge flying snake.

"Protect Heiman." Ling Hantian was overjoyed when he saw that Heiman had gained something.

At this time, Heiman should have gained some kind of harvest, able to evolve his bloodline, and then become stronger.

Heiman's Soaring Snake bloodline is already the top bloodline among monsters, comparable to the dragon race.

If you go one step further, you will have a chance to break through to the Dominant Realm.

Since ancient times, whether it is the Nine Realms or other worlds, the general warriors know that the blood of top monsters can only reach the level of emperor.

For example, in the Nine Realms, everyone knows that the Dragon Emperor appeared in ancient times.

That is an emperor-level powerhouse.

In Ling Hantian's memory, he also went through that period, before he became a master of the domination realm.

And the Dragon Emperor of the Dragon Clan is an irreversible friend.

Heiman has this kind of opportunity, Ling Hantian is naturally happy for Heiman, this is his brother after all.

For five days, Heiman spent in agony, crying every day, which was to bear the great pain.

Fortunately, it is more than 1 miles away from the nearest downtown, so no one came to watch it.

On the fifth day, when the sun set, Ling Hantian thought that Heiman would continue to suffer, when he suddenly stopped crying.

Then, Heiman's cultivation base suddenly increased by a section at this time, reaching the fifth level of Daozong Realm.

A neighing sound came from Heiman's mouth, like a baby crying.

Not long after, Heiman turned into a human form again, and landed beside Ling Hantian, closing his eyes to feel the increased power in his body.

All three of Ling Hantian discovered that the current Heiman exudes a noble aura.

This breath is more noble than that of a real dragon.

"Thank you senior for the gift."

After Heiman opened his eyes, he bowed to the old man and thanked him sincerely.

He knew that this opportunity not only improved his cultivation, but also improved his future in martial arts.

(End of this chapter)