Chapter 156
Lin Qianjun reached out and picked up the Rusty Sword.

There's nothing special about this sword, it's just too ordinary.

So common that it seems to be everywhere.

If Lin Qianjun hadn't seen its image before, even the people of Ziyun Holy Land would not be able to find it among the tens of millions of daggers in Xia Country.

"Patriarch Guan Luo, I finally see you!!" Lin Qianjun smiled, and his eyes looked at the sword through an infinite distance.

The supreme precious sword transformed from the sword bone, even if it is rusty, even if it is now restrained like a mortal sword, it is not comparable to other magical weapons.

As long as it recovers, it will be able to re-display the supreme swordsmanship at its peak as in the past.

Holding the sword, Lin Qianjun slowly stood up.

This sword is now just like him, it has been stained with dust, but it is also suitable for him.

Now there is no need to stay in this Purple Cloud Holy Land anymore. His cultivation has been banned. Apart from some insignificant skills, it doesn't make much sense to stay here as many things are sealed as many things he has practiced.

Lin Qianjun didn't have anything long, so he was about to leave the mansion with a sword in hand.

When he walked to the door, a ray of purple light flew out from the mansion, turned into a purple umbrella and fell into Lin Qianjun's hand.

"Purple Cloud Umbrella?" Lin Qianjun said with a smile on his face, "I don't have the Ziyun Divine Body, why do you still follow me?"

Ziyun Umbrella didn't answer, magic soldiers have spirits, and loyalty is their greatest virtue.

If the previous master is not dead, they will never betray.

Ever since Lin Qianjun brought it out from Ziyun True Immortal's tomb, it has only belonged to Lin Qianjun in this life.

Lin Qianjun also understood this, he carried the umbrella behind his back, held the sword in his hand, and walked outside the Purple Cloud Holy Land.

His whereabouts were obvious, but no one stopped him.

Throughout the ages, all those who have achieved true immortality have gone through many tests.

From their point of view, Lin Qianjun's current catastrophe is just a catastrophe on his path to becoming a true immortal.

In Yan Jing's study, someone reported Lin Qianjun's situation to him.

"Holy Master, Jing Yuan has already left, should we send someone to follow?"

Yan Jing was silent for a while, and then said: "No need, his road is going too smoothly, and he needs to go through this hurdle by himself. The position of Ziyun Shengzi has been vacant for him for ten years. Among them, if If there is no more talented and qualified disciple than him, the position of the Holy Son will be left vacant."

Hearing that, the man sighed silently in his heart.

How talented and talented is Jingyuan Shengzi, he can be recognized by the Ziyun Umbrella, a real fairy weapon, and has the bloodline and divine body of Ziyun Zhenxian, but at the age of a hundred, he has reached the realm of Dao, and his combat power is comparable to the Holy Lord of the Holy Land.

It is extremely difficult for the holy sons of all the holy places to add up.

Rumor has it that he has already blazed his own path, but the heavens are jealous of talents, and now that all his cultivation has dissipated, he is even worse than ordinary people.

Tibetan Front Holy Land.

After Zhuo Zheng heard about Lin Qianjun, he silently called out the sword from his body.

He stared at the sword in his hand, thinking of the sharp sword intent he had comprehended from Lin Qianjun back then, no matter what, he did not believe that such an amazingly talented and gorgeous person would just disappear from everyone.

"Brother Jing, he will definitely climb to the top again. Before that, I have to work harder."

Holy Land for Reaching Stars.

Situ Kou retreated in Cold Wind Valley for half a year, and finally broke through to Yunlingling Realm.

After leaving the customs, he wanted to settle the score with Lin Qianjun, but the news he got was that Ziyun's son had lost his cultivation and had already been revoked as a son. Now that he left the Holy Land, he is nowhere to be seen.

His resentment dissipated in an instant.

He sighed in his heart, no matter how arrogant a person is, he can't stand the tricks of the world.

"Brother Jing, it's only been three years since you and I met, and you fought against the Son of All Saints. I didn't expect that such an incident would happen after only half a year of retreat." Situ Kou sighed, "Heaven is jealous of talents!"

Among the warrior groups affected by the major holy places, they were all shocked by what happened to Lin Qianjun.

Born out of thin air, just gained some reputation, but disappeared out of thin air.

This Son of Ziyun is regrettable, but also very curious.

However, this curious Son of Ziyun is now walking in the Piaoyun Kingdom in Changzhou despite the hunger and cold.

This country is the country where Lin Qianjun first came to this world.

It is also the closest country to Ziyun Holy Land.

He has no cultivation now, and he is no more able to fly into the sky and escape from the ground than he used to be. He walked for more than three months before reaching the border town of this country.

"Qianda Town, finally here!!" Lin Qianjun couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the name of the town.

It was extremely difficult for him to travel all the way here. After losing his cultivation, any beast or insect could kill him.

If it wasn't for his strong sword skills, he might have lost his life as early as halfway.

After entering the town, Lin Qianjun directly found an inn where he could rest, and ordered drinks and meals.

Now it is not like before, he can rely on the acupoints to absorb the energy of the world to maintain himself, he is just a mortal now, although his physique is still strong, but if he does not eat or drink, he can fall to the ground and die in just ten days.

Soon, the food was on the table, and Lin Qianjun was eating while listening to the interesting stories being discussed by the people from the rivers and lakes at the next table.

"Have you heard? The master swordsmith "Sword Crazy" has newly forged a sword. It is said that this sword has a divine light when it was born. It is already psychic, not an ordinary sword."

"I know that after Jian Chi finished casting this sword, he felt that this sword was the best sword he had ever forged in his life, so he announced that he would never forge a sword again in this life, and even let the world say that this sword is unworthy for ordinary people and has virtue. Those who live there."

"What kind of virtuous person lives there? It is clear that the sword is infatuated with the crime and dare not take the divine sword as his own. That's why he said this. See who has the biggest fist and who has the best martial arts, and then give it to him as a gift." It's just a personal thing."

"Extremely, but it's a pity, that sword idiot still missed his point. On the second day after the words were released, Luo Yejian Song Feng rushed to Jian Chi's residence overnight, slaughtered Jian Chi's entire family and robbed the sword. It’s because favors were not gained, but lives were lost instead.”

"According to what Xiongtai said, isn't that divine sword now in the hands of Fallen Leaf Sword Song Feng?"

"Are you kidding? In the rivers and lakes of Piaoyun Kingdom, the Fallen Leaf Sword Song Feng can only be ranked in the top five hundred. It can only be regarded as a small celebrity. It is a joke that he wants to keep the Excalibur for himself. He On the third day after I got the sword, the Divine Sword changed hands, and then changed hands several times, and now, I don’t know who the owner of that sword is.”

"I see."

"By the way, since this divine sword is so famous, I don't know what the name of that sword is?"

"Sword Chi thought that the sword was the best sword he had ever forged in his life, so he named it [Du Jue]."

Lin Qianjun finished his food silently, then packed some dry food, then checked out and left.

The moment he walked out of the inn, a young swordsman stepped in.

He held a sword in his hand, and also carried a sword on his back. Lin Qianjun glanced quietly, and there were two insignificant but very conspicuous characters on the hilt of the sword on his back.

It is [Dujue].

A sword that is about to reach the red quality is not bad, but Lin Qianjun feels that compared with the rusty sword in his hand, this sword is too far behind.

It was night and it was raining cats and dogs.

Lin Qianjun's clothes were soaked.

He originally had a place to shelter from the rain, but just before that, it was occupied by someone.

A group of warriors in the tempering realm fought there, and the purpose was to snatch a young man's sword.

He didn't get involved, even if the sword was within his reach.

The heavy rain did not dispel the smell of blood, and Lin Qianjun saw the young swordsman slowly walking out of the ruined temple with many scars on his body against the rain.

He staggered, but his eyes were very determined.

Lin Qianjun could understand, but he couldn't understand either.

The current him is Jing Yuan.

A peerless swordsman who doesn't need a sword.

For him, the sword is a foreign object after all.

Without a sword, without a body of cultivation, he can still be an extraordinary swordsman.

When the young man saw Lin Qianjun, he thought that Lin Qianjun was a quack who came to snatch [Dujue] from him, so he drew the sword in his hand and stared at Lin Qianjun.

【His gesture of drawing the sword looks extremely immature to you. 】

[As a senior, you have decided to give him some advice. 】

[Task: Give advice. 】

[Defeat the target with a sword. 】

[Task Reward: Free attribute points*1. 】

[Punishment for failure: Close the sense of smell for ten days. 】

Lin Qianjun smiled, he still wanted to take the free attribute points that were given away for free.

The rusty sword in his hand was out of its sheath, and he walked towards the young man opposite him.

"Crack~Boom!"

Lightning flashed in the sky accompanied by thunder. At that moment, the young man saw Lin Qianjun's sword clearly.

A dagger so rusted that one doubts it could cut through tofu.

He was puzzled, Lin Qianjun used such a sword, wouldn't he be sending himself to death?
But at this time, he is not willing to think about these issues anymore. He must eradicate any enemies that stand in his way.

He displayed his aloof and unparalleled sword art conception, [Dujue], driven by him, stabbed Lin Qianjun at an extraordinary speed.

"click~~"

A flash of lightning flashed across the sky again.

Lin Qianjun put away his sword and stood up, his task has been completed.

And the young swordsman's artistic conception of swordsmanship has been broken, and there is a little blood on his forehead.

He is a martial artist at the pinnacle of tempering, and his comprehension of the sword intent is as fast as lightning. Just now, he used the divine sword [Du Jue] forged by the swordsmith master Jian Chi in his lifetime.

Lin Qianjun had no momentum or sword intent, he was like a mortal without cultivation, and what he held in his hand was a dagger that was so rusty that it seemed to break any time with a little force.

Unfortunately, he lost! !

"You won, [Du Jue] is yours." The young man turned around, held the [Du Jue] in his hand, and handed it to Lin Qianjun.

Only such a peerless swordsman is worthy of this sword! !
Lin Qianjun looked at the sword, smiled slightly, and said, "I don't need it."

"But your sword has rusted like this. Isn't it just for this sword that you came here?" The young man was puzzled.

"Even if it is rusty, it is still the most suitable for me." Lin Qianjun said with a smile: "And your sword, even if it is a divine sword, it is useless if it is not suitable for you."

After saying this, Lin Qianjun walked directly to the ruined temple.

The young man thoughtfully, looked at Lin Qianjun's back, and asked loudly, "Senior, what's your name?"

"Jing Yuan!!" Lin Qianjun replied.

"My name is Fourteen. Thank you, Senior Jingyuan, for your guidance." After Fourteen finished speaking, he saluted in the direction of Lin Qianjun, and then threw [Dujue] out of his hand, taking his ordinary three-foot Qing Feng turned and left.

Sometimes, no matter how good a sword is, it is not as good as a sword that suits you.

 【fourteen】

  The Xishan Sword Sect is a small sect in Piaoyun Country that no one cares about.

  Here, there is only one old man who is performing a basic sword technique day after day.

  He was snatched by the old man in the jaws of a tiger. Looking at his face, the old man smiled and said, "Your name is Fourteen."

  Gradually Fourteen began to grow up, and he also learned the basic sword skills of the old man.

  Fourteen's kendo talent is very strong, he only practiced for a month and he thoroughly understood the basic swordsmanship. He wanted to innovate, but the old man refused, saying that he had not practiced the basic swordsmanship.

  14 years old and full of vigor, although he verbally agreed, he was secretly deducing his sword skills.

  The old man saw it and did not stop it.

  Finally, one day, Fourteen thought that his deduced sword skills surpassed the old man's, so he competed with him.

  During this process, the old man used the basic swordsmanship to completely decipher the swordsmanship deduced by Fourteen.

  The old man said: "Basic swordsmanship is the source of all swordsmanship. After learning basic swordsmanship, you can learn all swordsmanship in the world. You can't beat me because you don't know enough about this swordsmanship."

  Fourteen seemed to have realized something, and since then he has listened to what the old man said, stopped being too ambitious, and concentrated on practicing basic sword skills.

  Time flies, on this day, the old man called Fourteen to compete swords with him.

  Fourteen's basic swordsmanship has already reached the point of proficiency, the three main points of fast, accurate, and ruthless have been understood by him, and he has also revealed the prototype of his own sword intent.

  The old man was defeated, but he was very relieved. He said to Shishi: "You must surpass the thirteen brothers in front of you and become the number one swordsman in the world."

  After saying that, the old man passed away.

  So far, becoming the number one sword in the world has become Fourteen's obsession
  
 
(End of this chapter)

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