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Chapter 124 The treasured sword recognizes the owner (Fifth update! Ask for a subscription, ask for a monthly pass!)
Zhao Xun knew that Ming Hongdao had begun to recognize the master!

The cultivator and the natal object are in a relationship of mutual choice, it is not that the practitioner can unilaterally choose the natal object, the natal object must be accepted.

Judging from the current situation, Ming Hongdao is making a decision.

On the one hand, Zhao Xun has the blood of Zhao's ancestors, and has a natural bond with Ming Hongdao.

On the other hand, the powerful zhenqi in Zhao Xun's body gave Ming Hongdao the urge to break out of the pool.

As Zhao Xun approached step by step, Ming Hongdao's reaction became more and more violent.

When he stretched out his hand to touch it, the Ming Hou Dao radiated golden light from the inside to the outside, just like the light of Buddha is universal.

After the initial excitement, Zhao Xun has calmed down now.

He knew that Ming Hongdao wanted to recognize himself as the master.

He tentatively stretched out his hand, and the moment he touched the handle of the knife, a powerful breath poured into his body.

This feeling is very strange, as if someone is sending him true energy.

The numb feeling spread from the palm to the forearm, and then to the upper arm, shoulder, and heart.
Zhao Xun felt the powerful breath opening up all the meridians in his body.

Although he had recast the meridian system after washing the marrow, but this time it felt different again.

Zhao Xun tried to grab the handle of the knife and pull Minghong Knife out of the pool, but the knife seemed to weigh a thousand catties and could not be pulled out at all.

Zhao Xun frowned.

Is there any problem in the middle?
It shouldn't be, he has gone through the whole process, and he is a Zhao family's son who is upright and Miaohong, so why does Ming Hongdao have to worry about it?
Zhao Xun tried to recite the formula of "Qing Xu Xin Fa" 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.

Now Zhao Xun really panicked.

There was such a big battle ahead, but I was a little at a loss when I came to the door.

Don't make trouble!
At this moment, a figure suddenly flashed in Zhao Xun's sea of ​​consciousness.

Zhao Xun closed his eyes and concentrated, and chased after him.

I saw this figure flashing past, running towards the direction of Haoran Academy.

Zhao Xun Wuxia thought too much, followed closely all the way.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the figure finally stopped in front of a statue of a Confucian sage.

Zhao Xun stopped and looked up at the tall statue of the saint, and a crack 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 local at the beginning to later all over the body.

Zhao Xun was faintly excited.

As the number of cracks increased, the surface of the stone statue began to fall off.

Zhao Xun could see bronze-colored 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 make any more faceless people.

Third senior brother, I advise you to be kind!
The statue of the saint continued to peel off the layers of stone, and after about thirty breaths, all the last layers of the face fell off.

Zhao Xun saw an incomparably handsome face.

Danfeng eyes, sword eyebrows, a straight nose, just the right proportion of facial features.

Most importantly, this face is so familiar
Zhao Xun couldn't be more surprised.

This, isn't this him?

Does it mean that he is the reincarnation of a saint, or is he a saint in this life?
How, how could this be?

From the beginning of the journey, Zhao Xun often saw Haoran Academy in the sea of ​​consciousness.

From the glimpse at the beginning, to the cocooning later, you can gradually see the details.

Only this time, Zhao Xun was really shocked.

How could he be a sage himself?
There must be something wrong here.

Just as Zhao Xun was thinking to himself, the Ming Hong Dao tightly clenched in his hand suddenly released a powerful aura, 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 this Minghongdao felt the powerful Confucian aura emanating from him, and had a feeling of resistance?
After all, the Wufu system is completely different from the Confucian system. There are not many people in this world who can hold two strands of true energy in their bodies at the same time like Zhao Xun.

But the fact seems to be the opposite.

Zhao Xun tentatively raised it, and the Ming Hongdao, which was not moving at all, was able to be lifted by him!

hiss!
Zhao Xun took a deep breath and couldn't believe his eyes.

Is this... Is this Ming Hongdao's official acknowledgment of the master?
Surprised and delighted, Zhao Xun pulled out Minghong Saber completely and carefully admired the perfect blade.

Although it has been hundreds of years old, the blade is still clean and shiny.

Perhaps it was because of too much blood and warming back then, the blade and face of Ming Hong Dao were well maintained.Even if someone said it was just forged, Zhao Xun would believe it.

Zhao Xun tried to swing the Minghong Saber, and found that it was very light, but the powerful Gang Qi caused gusts of wind, which almost extinguished the candles in the underground dark room.

What a powerful sword!

Zhao Xun admired it for a while, then put the precious sword into the scabbard beside it.

This scabbard is very exquisite, decorated with all kinds of gemstones, and even has the inscriptions of Zhao's ancestors.

Zhao Xun thought to himself that it must be the sudden appearance of the saint statue of Haoran Academy that changed Ming Hongdao.

Originally, Zhao Xun was worried that Ming Hongdao would become agitated when he felt the arrogance in him, but now it seems that he was thinking too much.

This noble spirit has helped him a lot!

When Zhao Xun came to his father with Minghong Dao in hand, Zhao Yuan patted Zhao Xun on the shoulder excitedly and said, "I never imagined that my son could get Minghong Dao to recognize his master. will be pleased."

The people of the Zhao clan have enjoyed hundreds of years of glory and wealth, and the descendants of their children and grandchildren will eat a lot, not to mention being able to lift this precious sword, even if they watch from a distance, they will be frightened by the powerful aura and leave in a hurry.

For example, Zhao Yuan himself could not stare at Ming Hongdao for more than twenty breaths, otherwise his eyes would be in severe pain.

Zhao Xun was not afraid at all, and easily pulled out Ming Hong Dao from the pool.

Relieved, Zhao Yuan felt very relieved.

This can only be said to be the blessing of the ancestors in the sky.The ancestor chose Zhao Xun as his successor, because in the ancestor's opinion, Zhao Xun was good enough to be worthy of this peerless sword.

"Thank you father for the compliment."

Zhao Xun paused and said: "The child will definitely not disappoint the ancestors."

For Zhao Xun, obtaining this Minghong Saber is not just as simple as obtaining an ordinary magic weapon blade, but also obtaining his own natal object.

Practitioners who have their natal objects are true practitioners.

Zhao Xun also gained confidence because of this, and since then he can launch an impact on the seventh-rank realm.

I believe that he will be able to break through successfully in the near future.

It's just that the face in the statue of the saint still makes him extremely puzzled.

Is he really a saint?
Or is there something hidden in it?
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(End of this chapter)