"Immortal sword!" This made Chen Feifan feel inexplicably excited.
Wuwang smiled and said: "The swords of our immortal family are also of good and bad quality. However, no matter how bad they are, they are still hundreds of times better than the swords in your martial arts world."
"A hundred times better?" Chen Feifan was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the martial arts sect and the cultivation sect were not only different in terms of power in martial arts, but also in terms of weapons.
"Yeah! Do you know why?"
"Yes..." Chen Feifan thought for a while. Although he was not sure, he still truthfully stated his thoughts: "Is it because of the difference in materials?"
"That's one thing, but the biggest difference is that every fairy sword, no matter good or bad, has its own sword spirit."
"Sword Spirit!"
"The so-called sword spirit means that the sword absorbs the essence of heaven and earth and gradually develops a soul after being nurtured for many years. Of course, other weapons we use will also have their own souls."
"That..."
Before Chen Feifan could say anything, Wuwu said, "You want to say that some of the weapons in your martial arts world also have visions of recognizing their masters, right?"
"Yes." Chen Feifan nodded.
"The reason why the weapons in your martial arts world have this strange phenomenon is because when those weapons were being made, some fragments of our immortal weapons must have been mixed in, which gave them incomplete souls and the ability to The vision of recognizing the Lord.”
Although Chen Feifan still doesn't quite understand, he more or less understands it.
Seeing that Chen Feifan was listening seriously, Wuwu continued: "Of course, it is not easy to become a weapon of the Immortal School. Only when a weapon has a soul can it be called an immortal weapon. If it cannot form a soul, it will become an ordinary weapon. Taste."
"Senior, then my phantom spirit sword also has a sword spirit?"
"Of course, otherwise it would not be a fairy sword. However, your sword is slightly different from when I first met Niyun. It seems that this is not its final appearance. The quality in the future will not be low, at least medium to medium. superior."
"Above average?" Although Chen Feifan didn't know how to distinguish the quality of an immortal weapon, he could rank it above average in terms of quality. I guess this Phantom Spirit Sword can be considered a good immortal sword. The thought made him grin.
"Well, this sword seems to be still growing. As for what it will do in the future, it depends on the character and cultivation of its owner."
"My moral character?" Chen Feifan pointed at himself.
"Yes, you are its owner now." Wuwang smiled and nodded, then pointed to Chen Feifan's right side and said: "Little friend, look over there."
Chen Feifan followed what Wu Wu pointed out and quickly looked to his right, only to see a girl standing there. She had a pretty face and was dressed in white. She looked about thirteen or fourteen years old. It is better to say that she is standing than floating in the air, because her feet are not touching the ground at all.
"Who is this girl?" Chen Feifan vaguely guessed, but was not sure.
"She is the soul in the Phantom Spirit Sword, also known as the sword spirit."
"Is this the Sword Spirit?" Chen Feifan turned around and looked curiously at the little girl standing in the air.
"She has recognized you as her master." Wuwang said.
"Acknowledge me as your master?" Chen Feifan didn't quite understand when he saw the little girl smiling lightly at him.
"Her future success will all depend on your practice."
"Then what should I do now?" Chen Feifan asked.
Wuwang just smiled and did not answer. Instead, he put his hands behind his back and did not make any other unnecessary movements.
Seeing this, Chen Feifan suddenly understood that he clearly wanted him to try it himself. So, he asked the little girl: "My name is Chen Feifan, what is your name?"
The girl flashed her big bright eyes at him. She opened her little mouth, but after opening and closing it for a while, Chen Feifan was stunned and couldn't hear a word.
"Senior. Why can't I hear what she said?" Chen Feifan was a little anxious, "Is she mute?"
"Haha. Don't be anxious, little friend. That's because neither of you are high enough in cultivation."
"Is your cultivation not high enough?"
"You will know this later."
"Then..." Chen Feifan originally wanted to ask, but he swallowed the words again. He is not the kind of person who likes to ask too many questions. Now that Wuwu is talking vaguely, there must be some reason. Since you let him try it, let’s try it first and then talk about it.
Chen Feifan was thinking this as he walked over, stretched out his right hand and touched it. At this moment, the girl-looking Sword Spirit in front of him also stretched out a delicate hand. Their hands just touched each other. Cool, ice cold. This was how Chen Feifan felt. He did not expect that the other party's hand would be so cold.
Suddenly, the girl smiled at him, and then she began to blur into a ball. When Chen Feifan reacted, the sword spirit had disappeared before his eyes, but in his outstretched right hand, there was a phantom spirit sword. "Compete with me again and try the sword in your hand." Wuwang said at this time.
"Okay." Chen Feifan once again activated the sword energy and true energy in his body, and the phantom spirit sword in his hand turned into seven colors again.
The sword in his hand seemed to give him an extra feeling, but what was that feeling? He couldn't tell, but he could feel that something was different from before.
"Try it with all your strength." The long sword appeared in Wuwang's hand again.
For some reason, Chen Feifan didn't rush over, but instead swung his sword towards Wuwu Void with all his strength. With this sword, a dark purple crescent-shaped sword energy flew out. It was extremely fast and arrived in front of Wuwang in the blink of an eye.
Wuwang remained calm, and the long sword in his hand moved forward to block. Unexpectedly, the color of the sword energy actually changed from purple to seven colors, and it was stuck in mid-air with the long sword. He forced Wuwang to take several steps back before he was able to stabilize his body.
"Broken!" Wuwang shouted, and the long sword in his hand sank, splitting the sword energy into two parts. But what he didn't expect was that the sword energy that had been broken into two parts could still fly towards Wuwu.
However, the transparent wall in front of Wuwang came into play again, and the two sections of sword energy rippled on the wall. In the end, it was still unbreakable, defeated, and disappeared without a trace.
This sword made Chen Feifan feel so weak that he could hardly even stand.
"Haha!" Wuxia smiled and said, "Not bad."
"Senior. I..."
Wuwang waved his hand and said: "Stop talking, I know you have no strength. I think this is the end of the day."
"Then will we meet again?" Chen Feifan benefited a lot from the first meeting, if they could meet more often. . . He looked forward to it with all his heart.
Wuwang shook his head: "I'm afraid we won't meet again in the future, unless... Haha, I can't say this."
Although he was a little disappointed, Chen Feifan did not dare to stay, so he could only clasp his fists and ask: "Senior, may I ask your surname?"
"We are destined to meet each other, so why do we need a title! My little friend, we are destined to meet again..."
"Senior." Seeing Wuwang's figure getting further and further away, Chen Feifan wanted to pursue him a few steps, but found that he couldn't move at all, and his voice became softer and softer. . .
