Li Chunjun conveyed the news that everything was fine and you could go.
Xuanyuan Jing also stepped into the sword furnace burning with blazing flames.
Zhao Wujiang took another look at the furnishings of the blacksmith shop, his eyes flashed with purple light, and he stepped into the sword furnace.
The sword furnace doesn't look big, but it's a world of its own inside.
After Zhao Wujiang stepped into it, the world he saw changed.
The place where he, Li Chunjun, Xuanyuan Jing and the other two stepped on was a piece of yellow mud filled with all kinds of swords.
The sky is blue and the sky is clear.
Li Chunjun looked a little dazed, and his eyes were slightly moist. Looking at everything in front of him, he thought he had returned to his sword tomb.
At this time, there are still some monks in the world in the sword furnace who have been looking for opportunities.
Zhao Wujiang saw these monks constantly trying to pull out a sword inserted into the yellow mud, but almost all failed.
He just glanced at it and didn't pay much attention to it. Opportunities are hard to find. If they are easily available, how can they be called opportunities?
Some more casual cultivators came in one after another. These newly arrived monks were some of the casual cultivators who had been outside to watch Zhao Qilang being bullied by the Hidden Sword Sect.
As soon as these casual cultivators came in, they tried to draw various swords.
Zhao Wujiang was quick-thinking, and everyone was drawing their swords. It seemed certain that the swords inserted into the mud were the places of opportunity in the Sword Dao Cave.
I just don’t know if it’s the sword itself or something else contained in the sword.
Such as sword energy, swordsmanship, etc.
Zhao Wujiang walked around and looked around, but did not make a move. Li Chunjun tried to draw the sword, and succeeded half of the time.
But Li Chunjun thrust the sword back again, seemingly not very satisfied with what he got.
Xuanyuan Jing is like a soy sauce hunter, looking here and touching there. Like Zhao Wujiang, he does not draw his sword.
There were one or two cheers not far away, and several swordsmen pulled out a sword and got an opportunity.
Zhao Wujiang walked towards the depths where all kinds of swords spread. As he walked, he touched all the swords he passed.
He didn't even pull it out, but he seemed to be able to pull it out.
He didn't even need to pull it out. His hand was slightly on the hilt of the sword, and the swords couldn't help but tremble, as if they wanted to be held in his hand.
Zhao Wujiang seemed to hear a call in his heart, deep in the yellow mud filled with swords.
He walked step by step.
The other monks who were looking for opportunities glanced at Zhao Wuyan and didn't show anything, but many of them were a little sarcastic in their hearts.
If you can't even pull out the sword on the outside, why go to the depths? Since the opening of the Daolian Secret Realm, only a handful of two or three people have ever pulled out the sword there.
Zhao Wujiang kept walking along the ocean of swords.
There were fewer and fewer swords before his eyes, but the aura exuded by each sword was particularly powerful, and they were at least of the same level as the heavenly weapons.
But he was still walking forward, because he wanted to see who the voice was that was calling him faintly.
Finally, the only swords Zhao Wujiang could see were a few swords, stuck diagonally on the yellow muddy ground.
One sword seemed to be made of ordinary iron. The sword body was a bit gray and black, and there were circles of blood-stained bandages wrapped around the hilt. It looked simple and plain, but when Zhao Wujiang tried to hold the hilt, the overwhelming evil energy overwhelmed him. repel.
The other sword was a broken sword. The hilt was as black as volcanic stone, and the broken sword body was like porcelain, full of cracks.
When Zhao Wujiang wanted to hold the hilt of the sword, blood streaks like cracks in porcelain spread out in his palm. It seemed that if he held the sword forcefully, his palm would break into blood clots.
"One crime, one punishment, now you can't handle it?"
The swords all around were buzzing, and the sword energy emitted gathered into a shadow behind Zhao Wujiang. It was the person who spoke.
The shadow is wearing a robe. The robe is a bit ancient and seems to be made of linen, which looks a bit rough.
On the sleeves of the robe, there are two lotus flowers painted with green and green dye.
