"Admit your bet and admit defeat, I will give you this divine sword technique, but I think my sword technique will be of no use to you."
The long sword was sheathed, and Yan Nantian said cheerfully: "If I die one day, I hope Brother Song can help me find a successor to pass on this sword technique."
Song Xuan held the secret book, glanced at it casually, and then put it into his sleeve robe with a smile.
At this moment, he looked at Yan Nantian with much warmer eyes. He was such an honest and honest person. He liked to be friends with such honest people who were willing to accept defeat.
"Brother Yan, don't worry, I won't disgrace your sword art!"
Song Xuan picked up the long sword in his hand and prepared to sheath it, but when he saw the sword body, his mood suddenly became less beautiful.
There are several small gaps on the blade, and a few small cracks can be vaguely seen on the sword. It is obvious that they were left in the sword fight just now.
In the past, when Song Xuan fought with people, he would usually kill him instantly within one or two moves, and he rarely had the opportunity to collide with someone's sword head-on.
Today, he fought with Yan Nantian. He wanted to test the opponent's true fighting strength, so he restrained his attacks. Who would have thought that Yan Nantian was defeated, but there was something wrong with the sword in his hand.
It can only be said that although Xuanyiwei's standard long sword is good, it is still far inferior to the real magic weapon.
"Brother Song is so powerful that even ordinary martial arts masters may not be able to do anything to you."
Yan Nantian also noticed the sword in Song Xuan's hand and said, "But Brother Song's sword is not worthy of you."
Song Xuan said helplessly: "There is nothing we can do about it. Most of the famous divine swords in the world have owners and no grievances. I can't rob them by force, right?"
"Haha! There are not many masters with Brother Song's abilities who can still maintain their true intentions!"
Yan Nantian looked at Song Xuan with more admiration and admiration, and shook the Pure Yang Wuji Sword in his hand, "Look at my sword, what do you think?"
"The divine sword in this world is naturally very good!" Song Xuan joked, "Why, Brother Yan still wants to give it to me?"
"So what if I give it to you?"
Yan Nantian laughed twice, touched the Chunyang Wuji Sword with some nostalgia, then raised his hand and flicked the sword with the scabbard directly in front of Song Xuan.
Song Xuan subconsciously took over this divine sword.
This sword was much heavier than he expected. It seemed to weigh only a few dozen kilograms, but it had a warm aura when he held it, and it seemed to weigh two to three hundred kilograms.
This sword is actually a heavy sword with an edge!
With a thought in his mind, the pure Yang Qi wandered around the sword, and the entire divine sword suddenly erupted with a terrifying red rainbow light, like a small sun suddenly blooming, and all the snowflakes floating in the sky were evaporated in an instant. .
"What a great sword!"
Song Xuan couldn't put it down. This sword was a perfect match for his inner strength. With this sword in hand, one point of true energy could definitely unleash three points of combat power!
A threefold increase in combat power. This is not a magic weapon. What is a magic weapon?
"Brother Yan, do you really want to give this sword to me?"
Song Xuan was a little unbelievable. Anyway, if it were him, he would definitely not be willing to give away such a magical weapon.
"Yan never jokes. If he says he wants to give it to you, of course he will give it to you!"
Yan Nantian said rather boldly: "This sword in my hand is far less useful than in your hand.
To me, ordinary masters don't need swords at all, but for top masters like Brother Song, it doesn't make any difference whether I use a sword or not. They can't beat them anyway.
You tried with me and damaged the sword, so it's only right that I give you one! "
Song Xuan looked at Yan Nantian with a complicated expression.
At this moment, the image of the other party was extremely majestic in his eyes!
From now on, Yan Nantian will be my good brother, Song Xuan. Who dares to say that Yan Nantian is not a hero? Who am I to worry about!
"Brother Yan, let's go inside and have a drink!"
"Haha, good! It's a great pleasure in life to meet such an open-minded person like Brother Song today. I won't stop getting drunk today!"
Song Qian looked at her brother who was arm-in-arm with Yan Nantian, her eyes full of contemplation.
No wonder, no wonder my brother has always taught me to convince people with reason.
This is a Sword Sending Art and a Divine Sword. In this world, reasoning is more effective than simply fighting and killing.
At this moment, she admired her brother even more.
If she had her brother's strength, Yan Nantian would definitely have to snatch the divine sword from her hand. But look at her brother, does she need to snatch it?
As long as you use your mouth, people can offer it to you and treat you as a confidant. Isn't this more effective than robbing and making enemies?
Jianghu is not only about fighting and killing, but also about human nature. At this moment, she became more aware of her brother's previous teachings.
Compared to Song Qian, the one who felt the deepest emotion was actually Yue Buqun.
Thinking about Jun Zijian, he has done many chivalrous and righteous deeds in the world and is the best at socializing with others. But why has he lived for decades and never encountered such a big enemy like Yan Nantian?
...
On a snowy night, Song Xuan and Yan Nantian drank all night in a tavern with a charcoal fire.
It was not until daybreak that Yan Nantian stood up smelling of alcohol, patted Song Xuan on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Brother, I won't go to Huashan. Let's get together again when we have time!"
"Okay!" Song Xuan looked at Yan Nantian with increasing pleasure, "Brother Yan, if something happens in the future, you can come to Huashan to find me, or you can ask the Zhennan Escort Bureau to send me a message."
"Haha, that's easy to say!" Yan Nantian smiled happily, "With your ability, brother, it will only be a matter of time before your name is spread all over the world. I'm afraid it won't be difficult to find you, haha!"
As he said that, he grabbed the standard long sword that Song Xuan used before, "I took this sword with me. I always feel a little uncomfortable without a sword in my hand when I go out."
Song Xuan smiled and nodded, and the two walked out of the tavern door. Looking at the heavy snow that had finally stopped all night, and the vast white snow, the smell of alcohol dissipated a lot.
Yan Nantian really liked Song Xuan.
In him, he seemed to see another life of his own, a life of a heroic hero who was bold and unrestrained, happy with revenge and revenge.
Song Xuan had longed for this kind of life.
But he knew that he could not become Yan Nantian in this life. He was kind-hearted, upright, affectionate, bold and free-spirited, which he could never learn in his life.
After seeing each other for seven or eight miles, Song Xuan couldn't help but let out a long sigh after seeing Yan Nantian's figure completely disappear.
I am just a court eagle, and I will never become a hero in this life.
Song Qian walked up to him and said softly: "Brother, if you yearn for this kind of life, we can resign from our official positions and live happily in the world."
Song Xuan shook his head.
After finally being reincarnated into a well-established family, you want me to resign and go to work in the sea?
What a funny brain show!
