Become a disciple of Huashan, but the Sword Sect

Chapter 283: Gift of Sword Manual
"My name is Yan Bugui. I should be older than you. If you don't mind, just call me big brother. I heard that the girl is from Sword Worship Villa and must be proficient in the art of forging. Can you give me some advice?"

"If Brother Yan doesn't mind, I can try to recast these two swords. However, I am the master's sword-guarding slave, and this requires the master's consent." Leng Yan looked at Bu Jingyun.

"I don't need any sword-guarding slaves." Bu Jingyun said calmly: "I have countless enemies, and following me will only hurt you. If you really listen to me, then my only order is that you don't follow me again in the future. You are free. ”

Leng Yan was stunned for a moment, nodded and said, "As ordered."

She was born for the peerless sword, and now the sword has recognized Bu Jingyun as its master. Her mission in this life is to protect the person who gets the sword.

Now that Bu Jingyun didn't want her, she was a little confused for a while.

Bu Jingyun looked at Yan Bugui and asked, "You... use a sword?"

Yan Bugui nodded and said, "That's right. Do you have any advice?"

Bu Jingyun asked: "I once accidentally obtained the sword master's holy sword manual, do you want it?"

Yan Bugui said without hesitation: "Yes."

Bu Jingyun said: "I have buried the sword manual somewhere else. I can teach you directly to thank you for saving Chu Chu."

Yan Bugui snapped his fingers: "No problem."

After saying this, everyone went down the mountain.

Without the threat of Fire Qilin, Black Wind had recovered from the panic.

Everyone first came to the Dragon King Temple and gathered Jian Chen's body.

"Brother Wuming had high expectations for this son, but unexpectedly... oh~ what a sin, what a sin!" Fuxu was Wuming's best friend. Seeing his beloved disciple fall into evil ways and lose his life, he couldn't help but feel sad and lamented.

Bu Jingyun snorted coldly: "Beat him to death with one palm, it's really an advantage for him."

Buxu said sadly: "Everything comes to an end after death. Let's leave his body to Brother Wuming for disposal." He clasped his hands together and continued: "Pojun and Brother Wuming have had grudges for many years. Since this person has returned to the world, we must inform him immediately. Only Brother Wuming will do."

Nie Feng said: "Without further delay, let's set off immediately."

Bu Jingyun said: "Brother Yan, if you have nothing to do, you may as well come with us. I will teach you the Holy Spirit Sword Technique when you meet the unknown senior in Zhonghua Pavilion."

Yan Bugui said happily: "The martial arts myth is Wuming. I have wanted to meet him for a long time. Even if it is a big thing, I have to put it aside for a while." Meeting people is the second best, mainly for the sword manual of Wanjian Guizong.

When Po Jun leaves, he will definitely have a duel with Wu Ming to determine who owns the supreme swordsmanship of the Sword Sect.

After leaving the Dragon King Temple, everyone found a cart and a carriage.

Bu Jingyun and Leng Yan were injured and should not ride horses. Yu Chuchu did not know martial arts and could not bear the bumps, so Yan Bugui took them to Zhonghua Pavilion in a carriage pulled by Heifeng.

Nie Feng drove the cart alone and was responsible for escorting Jian Chen's coffin.

Outside the carriage.

Yan Bugui and Bu Jingyun were sitting on either side, and the latter was teaching him the internal skills of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique.

When it comes to the subtleties, it is not as good as his "Secret of Immortality", but the part about transforming sword energy has great merits.

Based on the internal strength of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique, Yan Bugui discovered that his Taoist classic, known as one of the Four Wonderful Books, still had great potential in this world.

Everyone worked hard all the way and arrived at the Chinese Pavilion at dusk two days later.

"Xiao Ma! I haven't seen you bring game for a long time?" Qian Kun Bu, the shopkeeper of Zhonghua Pavilion, faced Nie Feng with a surprised look on his face.

"Shopkeeper, please call me Nie Feng. Long time no see, is Mr. Wuming here?" Nie Feng once felt guilty because of Kong Ci's death. He felt that he was too shameless to see his two senior brothers again, so he left Tianxiahui and came to live in seclusion in a nearby village.

In order to meet his daily needs, he would often go to the mountains to hunt roe deer, wild deer and other prey in exchange for money. As time went by, he became familiar with the shopkeeper.

"It seems that you already know the identity of the boss." Qiankun Bujing said with emotion: "Before you came to the store, the boss once said that you are not an ordinary person, and now it seems that you are right." He looked solemn: "You guys are late. Yes, the boss has left with Po Jun half a day ago and rushed to the far north together. "

Yan Bugui couldn't help but be surprised. He didn't expect that with Heifeng's speed, he couldn't catch up with Po Jun.

However, he did not know that he had killed Qingyang and Gyro in the Dragon King Temple, leaving Pojun with no one available, and many plans could not be implemented. Pojun had no choice but to stay awake and rush to Zhonghua Pavilion as quickly as possible to prevent recurrence. variable.

Everyone looked at each other and immediately set off again.

Before leaving, they handed Jianchen's coffin to Qiankun Bujing and told them various reasons.

Jian Chen grew up in Zhonghua Pavilion since he was a child. Qian Kun Bu Jing knew his character very well, and he was shocked but also filled with disbelief.

A few more days passed.

Everyone came to the ice and snow in the north.

When passing an iceberg, they were suddenly blocked by an old man in yellow robes.

Herod~
Black Wind hissed and stopped.

The old man said sternly: "This is the place where I forge swords. You'd better find another way. Otherwise, if you lose even half of my sword, I will cut you all into pieces."

Yan Bugui and Nie Feng looked up from outside the carriage, and saw an ice knife standing against the mountain rising into the sky. The blade was as bright as a mirror, majestic and majestic. It would be impossible to carve it without twenty or thirty years of effort. come out.

Nie Feng cupped his hands and said: "We have important matters at stake, and human lives are at stake. We hope that our seniors will be accommodating."

The old man frowned and shouted: "Other people's lives have nothing to do with me. Get out of here, otherwise I will blame you for being rude."

The road to Jian Zong is currently the nearest one. If you take a detour, you may be afraid of changes.

"Senior..." Nie Feng was about to say more, but was held down by Yan Bugui on the shoulder.

"It's useless to talk more. You go first, and I'll hold him back." Yan Bugui had already remembered the origin of the person in front of him, and it turned out to be Nie Feng's father-in-law, the Second Sword Emperor.

"Then be careful." Nie Feng secretly thought that there should be no problem if Yan did not return to Qi Pingpojun's martial arts. He decisively pulled the reins and urged Hei Feng to continue moving forward.

"You can't pass!" The second Sword Emperor's expression suddenly changed, and he immediately jumped up into the air. His right hand turned into a sword and flew towards the carriage to chop down.

At this moment, his whole body seemed to be transformed into a sword, which was powerful and fierce, with the power to split mountains and cut off water.

This ice blade is the result of the Second Sword Emperor's many years of hard work, and there is absolutely no room for loss.

Yan Bugui was completely unable to understand the meaning of this fragile thing. He suddenly jumped up from the carriage, drew out a three-foot sword light from the fingertips of his right hand, and attacked bravely.

The black wind flew with hooves and flew under the ice blade.

Dang~
The figures of Yan Bugui and the Second Sword Emperor intertwined in the air, and the solid sword energy collided with the sword energy, making a deafening sound of gold and iron.

The huge energy backfired, causing the two of them to fall backwards at the same time, and each landed on the snow a few feet away.

"Good swordsmanship!" The Second Sword Emperor was surprised.

"Your sword skills are not bad either." Yan Bugui wondered: "With all due respect, although this ice blade looks majestic, it is actually extremely fragile. What is the use of it?"

"You know nothing." The Second Sword Emperor snorted coldly: "I am not carving the ice blade, but polishing my own sword intention."

Yan Bugui was startled when he heard the words. He seemed to understand but had no time to think about it.

"I'm sorry, I'll take my leave." Yan Bugui cupped his hands, swayed slightly, and suddenly took a series of afterimages through the air and went straight towards Heifeng.

The Second Sword Emperor was furious in his heart, but when he saw that the ice blade was intact and Yan Bugui had excellent light skills, he stopped caring and turned back to continue carving the ice blade.

(End of this chapter)