Ning Teng smiled bitterly: "Those seemingly indifferent to these three problems, but the old man got stuck in a month-long struggle, and finally came to his senses."

"It was for this reason that the old man realized a hint of swordsmanship, so the young man had the preaching, confusion, and disbelief to the old man. The old man even called him a teacher."

At this point, he seemed to be thinking of something, and couldn't help asking: "Yes, did the young boy follow up? The old man would like to thank him in person!"

As soon as Ning Ruolan's eyes became red, she wanted to speak subconsciously, but she heard Ye Chen shake her head and said, "Wusou has gone out to practice, if you have the opportunity, thank him again!"

"Also, how can such an excellent boy be confined to this small place like Jinling!" Ning Teng shook his head and smiled, then turned and walked to a stone gate, and took out a tiger-shaped pendant from his body.

Ning Zhiyuan also stepped forward and took off a tiger pendant from himself. After the two tiger pendants were combined into one, they were inlaid on the stone door.

"Boom!"

With a loud noise, the massive Shimen suddenly opened.

The swords are in sight!

Numerous rusty long swords stood on the ground, and looked far away, just like the tombs of the tombs, filled with a killing, sharp breath.

"Dad, so many swords!"

For the first time, Ning Ruolan, who saw that she still had so many swords, couldn't help but exclaimed: "One, two, three ... can't be counted, if all are sold as scrap iron It's estimated to be crazy! "

After hearing her first half of the sentence, Ning Zhiyuan and Ning Teng were proud of each other, but after hearing the second half of the sentence, the corners of their mouths were slammed hard, anxious to choke the prodigal **** the spot!

This is passed down from our ancestors! !!

Your first thought was not to protect forever, but to sell them all as scrap iron?

Is my Ning family short of that money?

A small fortune fan didn't realize it, and was still immersed in excitement. He exclaimed and counted his fingers with his fingers: "two pounds of scrap iron, and at least four or five pounds of a sword. Thousand swords, that is to say ... "

Ning Zhiyuan almost didn't get mad, and coughed a few times before he said to Ye Chen: "Mr. Ye, this is what my Ning family has accumulated over hundreds of years. The outermost are some ordinary ancient swords that can't stand the years. Eroded, already rusted. "

"The more precious the weapon inside, the better the quality. In addition to swords, there are swords, swords, and halberds ..."

Ye Chen nodded slightly and took a step forward.

Ning Teng hurriedly reminded: "Little friend, no, this is the sword forest. After hundreds of years, four weeks have been assimilated, the magnetic field has changed, and you rush in. It is tantamount to a humanoid magnet that is vulnerable to attack."

Hearing this, Ning Ruolan who was thinking of going in was immediately taken aback. If he went in like this, he wouldn't be blamed as a hedgehog.

Ning Zhiyuan pulled out a raincoat-like dress from the box on the side: "Yes, you still wear the non-magnetic clothes unique to my Ning family ..."

Don't wait for him to finish.

I saw Ye Chen holding her hands down, then a little toes, and the whole person jumped in directly like a shell, and finally fell beside a bronze ancient sword.

He reached out and grabbed the air, and the bronze ancient sword fell into his hands, and then uttered numerous sword lights in the air.

"Unfortunately, Fan Tie is Fan Tie after all!"

Ye Chen shook her head slightly, re-inserted the ancient bronze sword on the ground, and went back to the depths of the sword forest.

With every step he takes!

On the ground, there will be a long howl of a sword, and then it will radiate from above the ground, hung tightly beside him, the sword body trembling, as if you saw the king in the sword.

In the end, Ye Chen was surrounded by dense sword shadows, as if there were countless sword lights blooming in the air.

If you look closely, Ye Chen's body gradually shows a looming sword shadow, the sword shadow resembles a dragon, exuding the world, suppressing all the breath, as the king comes.

This scene saw Ning Zhiyuan outside waiting for a while.

Ning Teng took a breath, and stuttered, "This ... this is Wanjian Chaozong?"

He clearly remembered that the last time Wushuang entered the sword forest, it only caused Wan Xiao Chang Xiao, it felt like these swords saw friends.

Rao still caused him a lot of shock.

But the scene in front of him was shocking! !!

"No, Dad!"

Ning Ruolan suddenly exclaimed: "The swords seem to listen to that guy, what if we evacuate us here when he leaves?"

Ning Zhiyuan heard the words and panicked.

"How do you do that, this is the legacy of my Ning family!"

Ning Ruolan stomped his feet and said arrogantly: "You can't let that guy run away for a while, unless he gives money, we sell it to him at the price of scrap on the market, which also saves transportation costs, labor costs, and deduction ! "

Ning Zhiyuan heard a sudden jump in the blue veins on his face!

Ye Chen finally landed in front of a stele and looked at a line of fonts on the stele with a complex look.

"You are clearly swords, but you can only stand here silently and make a thing without a master. After thousands of years, you still can't wait for the master, and finally become decayed!"

"Wushuang is not the same as you? I am also looking for the master. Wushuang doesn't know where the master is, let alone when he can find the master. Thousand years, ten thousand years? Or until Wushuang decays!"

Just over a hundred words, seemingly carved with a sword, revealed that a young man was facing this monument in the face, facing the confusion, sympathy, and self-pity in the face of Wan Jian.

"Warriors, Warriors ..."

Ye Chen stood in front of the monument, muttering to himself as if he had petrified: "Wait, wait for me to find the night demon, and go to you, I promise, this time we will not be separated again!"

With a wave of his hand, the handwriting on the stone disappeared.

next moment!

He turned and jumped back to Ning Zhiyuan and others.

Looking at the countless sword shadows hanging above his head, Ning Zhiyuan's face twitched slightly, and said, "Mr. Ye, are you ... this is to evacuate the Ning Family Tibetan Sword Pavilion?"

"Give money, give money!"

Ning Ruolan spread his hand and said, "The market price of scrap iron is two pounds a pound. In the face of Brother Wushuang, I will give you a pound a pound."

"A few misunderstandings!"

Ye Chen chuckled lightly: "Master Ning, most of the swords in your Ning family's possession of the sword pavilion are scrap iron. They are useless and unfortunately abandoned. Ye means that he will make these 10,000 swords into sword pills. Ning's favor to Wushuang! "

"Sword pill?"

Ning Zhiyuan and Ning Teng stared at each other, puzzled.

Ye Chen didn't say much, reached out and grabbed, and the sword shadows hovering above him were caught in his hands, and then turned into a dazzling fire.

After a few breaths.

All the sword shadows hovering above Ye Chen's head disappeared, replaced by an iron pill the size of a dove in Ye Chen's hand.

Ning Ruolan was about to vomit blood: "Where's our heirloom? Where have you been?"

"Isn't this what?" Ye Chen took the sword pill and smiled slightly.

Ning Ruolan said angrily: "You fool, so many swords have become such a small iron bead?"

She wanted to pick up that sword pill!

"Let him come!" Ye Chen stopped her behavior and looked at Ning Teng with a smile.

Ning Teng pressed his doubts in his heart, reached out and touched the sword pill, then subconsciously wanted to pick it up, but the next moment, his face changed.

Because he found this little iron bead!

It's so heavy!

Taking his martial arts master's practice as an example, he wanted to pick it up and found it extremely difficult.

"This is the sword pill. The sword pill is in the shape of a pill, which means a sword. Rico can cut iron like mud, and soften it around the ring!"

Ye Chen said lightly: "You can easily control it after sacrifice with a drop of blood. If you are in danger, you only need to throw out the sword pill, even if you are a martial art master, you will die!"