Chapter 113 Immortal Hidden Trace, Spiritual Relic

  Wan Ren returned to the sheath, and the heavy rain soon turned to light rain, falling in a patter.

  On the river surface.

   "Many, thank you, master, for your help!"

  The black-faced boy stammered slightly, his eyes were full of shock, he stood on the boat, holding a sword and said to the surroundings.

   Boss Ji, who was lying on his stomach, climbed up tremblingly, looked at him with fearful eyes, and then looked at the sky.

  The expression is that there are lingering fears in the heart, and there is still life after the catastrophe.

   "Master?"

  Upstairs in the restaurant, Wei Hong finally realized, with an embarrassing look on her face.

  What Wang Shaodang learned came from "Zhao Sanhen", so his skills naturally came from the mysterious land god, who is equivalent to half of the apprentice of the old land god.

  Fortunately, he still wanted Wang Shaodang to worship at Buried Sword Peak and be his apprentice.

   I'm really overwhelmed!

   "The old man is really a dragon who sees the head and sees the end. Once he makes a move, thousands of swords and swords in the world will surrender."

  Gong Sunming exclaimed in admiration, and pulled out the Wushuang sword that was automatically unsheathed and flew to the sky just now, flying with Wan Ren, looking at the sword with fascinated eyes.

   This sword is as famous as the Tianxia Dao in Chu Nantian's hand, and it is a magic weapon made by Nan Gongqi, the previous master of Zhujian Pavilion.

  But for decades, Gongsun Ming just stuck it on the boulder on the top of Buried Sword Peak, never used it, and never looked at it again.

   Today.

  This sword was summoned by the old masters of the land gods and wonderland, and it came out of the sheath with a clang, leaped to the sky, circled and danced, and after returning to the sheath, it seemed to have some kind of spirituality.

  Gongsun Ming couldn't tell what it was, he just had a hazy feeling. He seemed to feel the sword whistling softly, narrating, sensing the world, and dancing happily.

The Wushuang Sword is a magical weapon made by the owner of the Zhujian Pavilion himself. With the addition of a lot of mysterious iron from outside the world, the Zhujian Pavilion has been built for twenty years. When it was born together with the Tianxia Dao, everyone in the world was a sensation. Watch the moment when Tianxiadao and Wushuangjian were born.

  But no matter how good these two swords are, they are nothing more than a pile of ordinary iron.

  Only now, after being summoned with one move by the old land gods, can this sword truly become a magic weapon!

   "If my old friend Nangong is still alive, I am afraid that I will cry with joy at this moment."

  Holding the sword, Gongsun Ming sighed.

   "This is specially given to us by the old man?"

   On the boat, Li Changhao held the long sword in his hand, feeling a certain special artistic conception in it.

  Not far away, the old man Wenxian with empty hands looked up at the sky and didn't move for a long time.

  He has no weapons in his hands.

   yet feel more than anyone else.

  The road that can’t be found is still not found, but there is an extra door in the sky. Once the door is there, it’s just a matter of how to walk up and open it!

   "Send the order down."

  On the roof of the nine-storey pavilion, Chu Nantian pulled out the Tianxia Dao stuck in the ground, and commanded those stunned subordinates in a deep voice: "Whoever my Tian Dao will help people, don't make trouble in Yongkang City, let alone disturb the Xia Mansion!"

   After finishing speaking, he sat back on the chair, took a closer look at the sword in his hand, and kept recalling the shocking scene just now in his mind.

  Land gods are much more terrifying than real dragons and phoenixes.

   Sheriff's Office.

  Xia Yongcheng stood in the yard, looked at the phoenix that disappeared into the sky, and said with a helpless smile: "My nephew is indeed a fairy, every word and action is earth-shattering."

   On the boat.

  Chen Ji turned his head to look at the cabin, smiled at the little lady, "That black-faced boy called you Master, what do you think?"

  The three master and servant hid in the cabin to avoid the rain from the real dragon. Hearing this, the two maids laughed together and looked at their young lady.

   "The fairy is joking..."

Xia Shumin wanted to refute, but he was concerned about the stunned boatman at the stern, so he lowered his voice and said softly: "Shumin is a weak woman, and she has no strength to restrain a chicken. How can He De be someone else's master? It's still a son. Take him."

  Chen Ji refused without even thinking about it.

  One Astana and seven elf girls in the God's Grace Continent are enough for him to have a headache, and he will be exhausted if he takes in apprentices.

  Besides, he is not an orthodox immortal, so he cannot teach others.

  Just now Wang Shaodang said "The land **** is my master", which is enough for him to get along well in the Jianghu, and no one dares to openly trouble him again.

   "Let's go back."

  Chen Ji looked around at the Jianghu people who had become very cautious. He couldn't listen to the opera of "Dream of Red Mansions" tonight.

  The little lady has no objection, but it's a pity that the table of wine and food made her and the son's boating trip anticlimactic.

  Lvzhu walked into the cabin to order the boatman to sail.

  The boatman hadn't recovered from the shock just now, rowed the boat crookedly, and finally reached the shore.

   Before leaving.

  Xia Shumin glanced back from a distance at those quacks who stopped and stopped with swords, intending to realize every move and a half from the seemingly spiritual weapons.

   "Young master."

  She looked at Chen Ji, and asked curiously: "What have those swords become? Becoming magic weapons in the fairy world?"

   "It's unlikely, they are just contaminated with a ray of immortal power."

   As for what will happen, Chen Ji doesn't know.

  This world seems to be evolving and improving bit by bit. Strictly speaking, the first mortal who opened the gate of heaven has not yet appeared. He is an "immortal" who walked out of the gate of heaven.

  Chen Ji can do many things with his current strength, but the world does not operate according to his will.

  He can't cultivate either, and his immortal power can only be replenished every time he travels to this world.

  It is very convenient.

   Moreover, Chen Ji is too lazy to cultivate, no matter how strong the immortal power is, he can only jump one meter high when he returns to the earth.

  Back to the county guard's mansion in the city, Xia Yongcheng didn't have the mood to work, so he went back to live in Hongye Mountain together.

   Stop by for a chat on the way.

   "Jun Cheng also got involved?"

After hearing this, Xia Yongcheng frowned: "He probably listened to the order of the crown prince and bypassed me to do some things, because it is said that the crown prince brought the Holy Majesty's secret edict... What do I say to my nephew? I'm so confused !"

  He came to his senses, laughed and stopped talking about it.

  With the strength of his good nephew, all conspiracies and tricks are just clouds.

   Just…

  Xia Yongcheng looked at his daughter, this girl was not in a hurry.

  …

   After sending Xia Shumin back to Hongye Mountain's home, Chen Ji returned to his own dwelling in Hyundai.

  Previously, he showed his might in the Qunfang River, easily controlling thousands of weapons, with the strength of a fairy.

  After returning to Earth, everything was gone again.

  One gain and one loss made him a little uncomfortable. No wonder Mu Xiaoxiao was suppressed by him when he came to Earth for the first time.

   "I don't know when the little lady and the three of them will be able to travel to the earth."

  Chen Ji glanced at his super time and space blind date cheat.

  In the next few days, he returned to fishing and going to work.

In Yongkang City, those weapons summoned by his immortal power were snapped up by many Jianghu people who missed them. An ordinary sword can be sold for thousands of taels of silver, and an ordinary famous weapon mixed with a little extraterrestrial black iron can be sold for ten. Ten thousand taels.

  The most famous sword in the world, Wushuangjian, has caused countless people to talk about it, and it seems to have become the number one magic weapon in the world.

  In addition, Wang Shaodang joined the Yongkang City Sheriff's Mansion and became a small catcher.

  No one dared to trouble him, so that he could concentrate on practicing sword.

   When the news reached the capital, everyone in the palace was in danger, for fear of offending the emperor.

   All civil and military officials are silent, and dare not openly discuss the matter of land gods and real dragons.

  They all know that His Majesty cannot allow others to stand on his head today.

  Land gods are not good either.

  All kinds of gossip from the rivers and lakes, Chen Ji just took it as news.

  Astana is in hand rub fusion, not available.

  The two little princesses were stunned by the Creator's creation class, but it was just right for them to teach the other five elf girls—seven poor elf students got together and fainted.

   But Zhou Wan finally made some progress, saying that he had found a nest of mutated white mice, and planned to go and see it with Mu Xiaoxiao.

  Chen Ji quickly decided to go to the doomsday world again!

  Look what's going on over there.

  (end of this chapter)