Zhao Xun knew that Minghong Dao was beginning to recognize its master!
Practitioners and their natal objects are in a relationship of mutual choice. It does not mean that the practitioner can unilaterally choose the natal objects. The natal objects must be accepted.
Judging from the current situation, Minghongdao is making a decision.
On the one hand, Zhao Xun has the blood and bones of the Zhao family's ancestors flowing in his body, and has a natural bond with Minghong Dao.
On the other hand, the powerful Qi in Zhao Xun's body gave Minghong Dao the urge to break out of the pond.
Zhao Xun approached step by step, and Ming Hongdao's reaction became more and more violent.
When he reached out to touch it, the sword emitted rays of golden light from the inside out, just like the Buddha's light all over the world.
After the initial excitement, Zhao Xun has calmed down now.
He knew that Ming Hongdao wanted to recognize him as his master.
He tentatively reached out his hand, and the moment he touched the handle of the knife, a powerful aura poured into his body.
This feeling was very strange, as if someone was sending Qi to him.
A numbing feeling spreads from the palms to the forearms, and then to the upper arms, shoulders, and heart...
Zhao Xun felt the powerful aura in his body opening up all his meridians.
Although he had rebuilt the meridian system after the marrow cleansing, he felt different this time.
Zhao Xun tried to grasp the handle of the knife and pull it out of the pond, but the knife seemed to weigh a thousand pounds and could not be pulled out at all.
Zhao Xun frowned.
Could there be some problem in the middle?
It shouldn't be. He has gone through the whole process again. He is a member of the Zhao family with upright roots. What else does Ming Hongdao have to worry about?
Zhao Xun tried to recite the mantra of "Qingxu Xin Dharma" silently in his heart, but there was no response.
He tried to recite the formula of "Canglang Sword Technique" silently again, but there was still no movement.
Zhao Xun was really panicking now.
There was such a big battle ahead, but when it came to the final step, I felt a little at a loss.
Don't cause trouble!
At this moment, a figure suddenly flashed across Zhao Xun's consciousness.
Zhao Xun closed his eyes and concentrated before catching up.
I saw this figure flash past, running towards the direction of Haoran Academy.
Zhao Xun Wuxia thought too much and followed him all the way.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, the figure finally stopped in front of a statue of a Confucian saint.
Zhao Xun stopped and looked up at the tall statue of the saint. Cracks suddenly appeared on the originally solemn stone statue.
hiss...
Zhao Xun only felt his heart throbbing.
There are more and more cracks on the statue of the saint, and they are getting bigger and bigger.
From localized at first to spread all over the body later.
Zhao Xun was actually a little excited.
As the cracks increased, the surface of the stone statue began to peel off.
Zhao Xun could see bronzed skin appearing in front of his eyes.
Little by little, piece by piece, the body of the Confucian saint gradually appeared.
In the end, only the face remained.
Zhao Xun thought to himself: Don’t create any more faceless people.
Third Senior Brother, I advise you to be kind!
The statue of the saint continued to peel off the stone layers. After about thirty breaths, the last surface layer of the face fell off.
Zhao Xun saw an extremely handsome face.
Danfeng eyes, sword eyebrows, a straight nose, and just the right proportion of facial features.
The most important thing is that this face looks so familiar...
Zhao Xun was beyond surprised. valley
This, isn't this him?
Does it mean that he is the reincarnation of a saint, or is he a current saint?
How could it be, how could it be like this?
From the beginning of his time travel, Zhao Xun often saw Haoran Academy in the sea of consciousness.
From the first glimpse, to the later peeling off the cocoon, you can gradually see the details.
Only this time, Zhao Xun was really shocked.
How could he be the saint himself?
There must be something wrong.
Just as Zhao Xun was thinking to himself, the Minghong Sword tightly clenched in his hand suddenly emitted powerful energy, shaking Zhao Xun out of the sea of consciousness.
Zhao Xun only felt a sharp pain in the tiger's mouth.
Zhao Xun thought to himself: Could it be that the Minghong Sword felt the powerful Confucian aura emanating from his body and became resistant?
After all, the Wufu system and the Confucian system are completely different. There are not many people in this world who can contain two streams of true energy in their body at the same time like Zhao Xun.
But the reality seems to be exactly the opposite.
Zhao Xun tried to lift it up, and the Minghong Dao, which was originally motionless, was actually able to be lifted up by him!
hiss!
Zhao Xun gasped, unable to believe his eyes.
This is... this is Ming Hong Dao officially recognizing its owner?
Zhao Xun was shocked and delighted. He completely pulled out the Minghong Sword and carefully admired the perfect blade.
Although it has a history of hundreds of years, the blade is still bright and clean.
Perhaps because it had been nourished by too much blood in the past, the blade and surface of the Minghong Dao were in very good condition. Even if someone said it was just forged, Zhao Xun would believe it.
Zhao Xun tried to swing the Minghong Sword and found that it was very light. However, the powerful Gang Qi caused strong winds and almost extinguished the candles in the underground darkroom.
What a powerful sword!
Zhao Xun admired it for a while longer, then put the sword into the scabbard aside.
This scabbard is very exquisite, embellished with various gemstones, and even has inscriptions from the ancestors of the Zhao family.
Zhao Xun thought that it must be the sudden appearance of the saint statue of Haoran Academy that caused the change in Minghong Dao.
Originally, Zhao Xun was worried that Ming Hongdao would become manic when he felt the Haoran energy in him, but now it seems that he is overthinking.
This awe-inspiring energy helped him a lot!
When Zhao Xun came to his father with the Minghong Sword, Zhao Yuan patted Zhao Xun's shoulder excitedly and said, "I never thought that my son would be able to get the Minghong Sword and recognize him as his master. If our ancestors have spirits in heaven, they will definitely It will be gratifying.”
The people of the Zhao family have enjoyed hundreds of years of glory and wealth, and their descendants will be frightened by the powerful aura and leave in a hurry, let alone being able to lift this sword.
As for Zhao Yuan himself, he couldn't stare at Minghong Dao for more than twenty breaths, otherwise his eyes would be in severe pain.
Zhao Xun was not afraid at all and easily pulled out the Minghong Sword from the pool.
Rejoiced, Zhao Yuan felt very relieved.
This can only be said to be the blessing of our ancestors. The ancestors chose Zhao Xun as the successor, because in the opinion of the ancestors, Zhao Xun was good enough and worthy of this peerless sword.
"Thank you father for the compliment."
Zhao Xun paused and said, "My child will definitely not disappoint our ancestors."
For Zhao Xun, getting this Minghong Sword is not just as simple as getting an ordinary magic weapon, but also getting his own destiny.
Practitioners who have natal objects are practitioners in the true sense.
Zhao Xun also gained confidence, and from then on he was able to attack the seventh level.
I believe he will be able to successfully break through soon.
But the face in the saint's statue still made him extremely confused.
Is he really a saint?
Or is there something hidden in this?
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