Hearing the voice in the jade slip, Lin Jing sucked on the cigarette holder, puffed out a puff of white smoke, and then said: "The messenger slip in Wanbao Tower, my dear friend, it is really not easy. It is not easy to get this thing."
Wenren Qianyi waved his hand, "Hey, that's it. The point is not this, but the news from the jade slip. That person is simply unnecessary."
Cao Zhuqing nodded, "Yes, if you can really solve the problem of Ganzi in the Divine Cultural Museum, you will get a lot of benefits. How about giving this person a huge reward? It's very suspicious when you think about it."
At this time, Xu Aodong smiled and said, "What's the use of talking about this? None of you here have ring jade pendants anyway. Even blacksmiths can't enter the Divine Museum."
Lu Xueye stood on Lin Ming's shoulder, "Can't you get in without it? Even my brother Ming can't get in?"
The four elders all rolled their eyes at the little guy.
Wenren Qianyi said angrily: "Brother Ming is not omnipotent. This Divine Cultural Museum is very mysterious. Rumor has it that many great powers above the saints jointly arranged it. It is absolutely impossible to enter it without a token."
"Oh." The little guy nodded and pursed his lips a little unhappy.
Lin Ming scratched its chin, "Your brother, I can go in."
Wenren Qianyi: ╭(°A°`)╮ is confusing in capital letters.
Cao Zhuqing choked on a sip of tea.
Xu Aodong patted his left leg and hesitated to speak.
Lin Jing put down his pipe and asked tentatively: "Little friend Lin Ming, did you get the ring-shaped jade pendant?"
Lin Ming did not hide anything, and took out the ring-shaped jade pendant from the ring, "Yes, Master Meng in the academy gave it to me."
puff!
Cao Zhuqing accidentally sprayed tea on Lin Jing's face.
He ignored the apology and stared straight at Lin Ming, "Which Master Meng? Is it Meng Yuanhao?!"
"Yes, that's Meng Yuanhao, the ordinary tutor of Xuanwen Academy." Lin Ming nodded.
Cao Zhuqing frowned slightly, as if he didn't believe it, "He, he handed it to you with his own hands?"
"That day, Master Meng and I had a divine discussion in the cafeteria. We talked all afternoon, and then he gave me this ring-shaped jade pendant."
Lin Ming raised his arm and shook the ring-shaped jade pendant.
Cao Zhuqing: (๑ʘ̅дʘ̅๑)!!!
His mind was a mess and the amount of information was a bit overwhelming.
For a moment, it was hard to believe that a young man could discuss Taoism and divine literature with Meng Yuanhao.
Xu Aodong worked in Xuanwen Academy, and he understood even more clearly that the real backer of Xuanwen Academy was not the dean, but the ordinary Master Meng.
He never showed his realm and fighting power to others, but no one ever doubted that his realm would be lower than that of a saint.
At this time, Lin Jing looked at Wenren Qianyi and said, "Blacksmith, I remember you had a competition with the teacher. Did you lose or win?"
Wenren Qianyi had black lines on his forehead, snorted coldly and ignored Lin Jing.
Seeing his posture, the third elder seemed to understand something and took a breath.
Wenren Qianyi: (▼ヘ▼#)
"You old guys, don't make blind guesses. It's not what you think."
"What's that like?" Xu Aodong asked.
Lin Ming and the little guy looked at each other, their eyes shining with curiosity.
However, Wenren Qianyi just didn't say it.
He waved and the ring-shaped jade pendant fell into his hand. He looked at it carefully before returning the jade pendant to Lin Ming.
"This jade pendant is real. Today is the tenth day of October. You can enter the Divine Museum in the evening."
After a pause, Wenren Qianyi stood up and said, "Wait here, kid. Since you are going to the Divine Museum, you must bring weapons. Your sword is forged."
Soon, Wenren Qianyi came back with a sword.
The sword is not inserted into the scabbard, and the sword body is extremely black. With the black scabbard, the whole thing is a black sword.
After taking the long sword, Lin Ming weighed it and got the accurate weight and length with his special mind.
"The sword is three feet three long, weighs twelve kilograms, and has an extremely sharp edge. Good!"
Wenren Qianyi pinched his chin and said, "It's not enough. We still need the last step."
Lin Ming:? ? ?
Wenren Qianyi smiled and said: "A drop of blood condenses the soul. From now on, this sword will be your soul weapon."
Lin Ming smiled softly and cut his finger with a sword. Blood beads flowed along the blade to the tip of the sword.
A flash of radiant light flashed, and the black sword became different in his hand.
It seems to be completely weightless, and it seems that one sword can split the mountain.
Lin Ming couldn't hold it any longer and turned to look at Wenren Qianyi, "Senior, please take over my three swords."
Wenren Qianyi sat back on the pony, stretched out one palm and hooked it back.
"Come on, attack with all your strength, you can't hurt me."
Lin Ming nodded and sheathed his sword.
His breathing rate changed mysteriously, and there were sparks of fire flickering between his mouth and nose.
After a moment of silence, Lin Ming exhaled like a rainbow.
hiss!
The sound was like the roar of a dragon and a horse, and he took a step forward.
Draw your sword!
This sword was so fast and fierce that the afterglow of the afternoon seemed to be swept back.
"Not bad." Wenren Qianyi raised his palm and pressed it.
The black sword body and the rough palm collided.
Bang!
Lin Ming should have stepped back, but orange-red lightning flashed across the sword, and lightning cracks spread all over the sword's edge.
The power is doubled!
A flash of surprise flashed in Lin Ming's eyes, and his lips and teeth were slightly opened: "Flowers in the mirror and moon in the water."
The words fell to the ground, and the second damage "Sword Qi Explosion" bloomed.
Wenren Qianyi let out a sigh, closed his fingers, and vibrated out invisible energy.
He wanted to block the second damage of Lin Ming's Sword Drawing Technique.
However, Lin Ming had already sheathed the sword and held the hilt with his right hand again.
The divine text with the word "Thunder" appeared between his eyebrows.
The second time, draw the sword!
The word "Thunder" was swift and violent, activating spiritual energy several times faster, and Lin Ming was still running the Breath of Fire.
Thunder + fire, the explosive effect appears.
The moment the black sword was unsheathed, a burst of purple-red thunderfire spurted out.
Buzz~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The sword screamed like weeping, and the black sword wrapped in purple thunder fire struck Wenren Qianyi's palm again.
At this time, Wenren Qianyi's face changed slightly, and he thought to himself: "This guy's tricks are not good, but he pinches them at the right time..."
Wenren Qianyi's sword energy burst that had just dispersed Lin Ming's first sword was considered an extremely weak breach at this moment.
It's impossible to catch a normal person.
However, Lin Ming's inner eye reflected this and saw this early. At the same time, his "Thunder" divine inscriptions were superimposed ten times faster, allowing his body to seize the opportunity for a moment.
The black sword fell and thunder and fire exploded.
Wenren Qianyi's palm slightly retracted half an inch, and then he hurriedly tightened it.
laugh!
The second burst of sword energy was annihilated in his palm.
However, Lin Ming's third sword had been drawn out again. This sword was not bold or fierce, but it was like flowing clouds and flowing water.
Lin Ming didn't know when to switch to the breath of water. The black sword was wrapped in the vague water vapor, and he slashed Wenren Qianyi's palm again.
Wenren Qianyi's face changed slightly, and he opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly felt that the characteristics of the sword energy burst had also changed.
Those fine pieces of sword energy were like water, flowing along his body to the surroundings in the blink of an eye.
Wenren Qianyi's eyes widened, and he exerted force suddenly, and an overwhelming spiritual pressure suddenly descended.
Within a foot around him, the water sword energy dispersed with bang bang.
However, the pony under Wenren Qianyi's butt was crushed into powder.
The three old guys looked at him jokingly.
Silent but heartbreaking.
Wenren Qianyi: "..."
Strictly speaking, it was true that he lost. The majestic and extraordinary saint was careless and allowed the juniors in the body-forging realm to take advantage of him.
Wenren Qianyi had a bad face and didn't want to speak, but the little guy jumped on his shoulders, "If you don't cry, old guy, it won't be embarrassing to lose to Brother Ming."
Wenren Qianyi: (۩⊙o⊙۩) I choose death
The little guy's last hit was too heartbreaking.
At this time, Cao Zhuqing smiled and changed the subject: "This sword is quite magical. My little friend must have had a deep understanding when he drew the sword three times just now. It will greatly improve your combat power."
Lin Ming sheathed his sword, smiled, and went down the stairs given by Cao Zhuqing, not to embarrass Wenren Qianyi.
"More than that, there is a secret in this sword. It is tailor-made for my fourth sword."
Cao Zhuqing: "..."
There is also the fourth sword. The word "monster" is completely inadequate!
At this time, Lin Ming bowed slightly and said, "Thank you, Senior Wenren. This sword is really easy to use."
Wenren Qianyi clicked his tongue, understanding that the two of them sang in harmony to give themselves face.
He suddenly felt comfortable and waved his hand.
"It's okay. If you lose, you lose. Your sword skills are indeed amazing, but what's even more amazing is your insight. It seems that you can see through my flaws at all times."
"I didn't lose unjustly."
In two sentences, he admits defeat without losing his heroic spirit, and his mind seems to be more transparent after hearing people Qianyi.
When the three elders around him saw that he was not joking, their hearts seemed to skip a beat.
Lu Xueye stood on the coffee table and raised his little paw, "Oh, Brother Ming is invincible!"
Wenren Qianyi glared at the little guy angrily, shook his head, and looked at Lin Ming, "Remember to give this sword a name."
Lin Ming raised his sword eyebrows lightly and nodded solemnly, "I had already thought about it from the time I drew the first sword."
"At first glance, this sword is dark and inconspicuous, but after it is attached with aura, it shines brightly. It can perfectly match my breathing method and divine inscriptions, plus the sword-drawing technique 'Flower in the Mirror, Water and Moon'... When this sword is unsheathed, it is destined to disturb the hearts of others. "
He raised the black sword and smiled heartily, "From now on, you will be called 'Jingxian'."
The black sword buzzed, clear and crisp, and seemed to like this name quite a lot.
At this moment, Lin Ming's grace was unparalleled, attracting people's attention.
Wenren Qianyi, Cao Zhuqing, Lin Jing, Xu Aodong, and Lu Xueye all stared at him for a moment.
They seemed to see an ink painting unfolding between Lin Ming's eyebrows. In the painting, there was an unruly young man with a light sword and a fast horse, and he was a knight in the world.
