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Chapter 21 Ou Yeyang

Seeing Yun Chuan's harmless smile, Master Ou Yeyang's expression flashed a little embarrassed.

For a moment before, he really thought that this Yun Chuan might be an old monster who was taken away by a peerless sword cultivator and reborn.

But judging from the current situation, this idea is now completely rejected by him.

"Cough cough."

The old man Ou Yeyang raised his beard, coughed, and said, "That's not necessary. But if you have some suitable materials and requirements, I will do my best to help you refine it."

"You just need a long sword if you want, the rest is up to you, Master." Yun Chuan replied with cupped fists.

Ou Yeyang looked at Yun Chuan carefully, and combined with his performance in the trial, he seemed to have thought of something.

"In this case, you come with me. I have a sword here that is destined for you, and I just give it to you."

After Ou Yeyang finished speaking, he looked at Wan Hongxuan and Zhang Kang, "You two should step back for now. Come back after January."

"Yes. Boy, bid farewell to Master Ou Yeyang."

Wan Hongxuan and Zhang Kang both bowed and saluted, then stepped back slowly to leave.

"Fate with me?"

Just when Yun Chuan was puzzled, Wan Hongxuan brushed past him.

"Be careful Zhang Kang."

Only a tiny sound that the two of them could hear reached Yun Chuan's ears.

"Zhang Kang?"

Thinking of Zhang Kang's rather cold and cold smile, a chill went straight down Yun Chuan's spine.

However, he would not be hostile to Zhang Kang just because of one sentence, but he did raise a lot of vigilance.

Yun Chuan and Ou Yeyang came to the backyard.

This place has been transformed into a place where swords are forged.

Models, stoves, anvils.
All sword-making utensils are placed here.

A corner of the courtyard was divided into several areas, where many metal and civil materials needed for forging swords were piled up.

Among them, there are many heavenly materials and rare treasures that reveal a mysterious atmosphere.

In the other corner are some masterpieces forged by Master Ou Yeyang, which are randomly placed on the ground.

Any magic weapon here will be greeted by countless people chasing after it outside, but in this backyard it is piled up like sundries.

Master Ou Yeyang turned inside out from the pile of swords for a long time.

Just now, he took out a broken sword that had been cut off in the middle.

It is even more mottled, with dozens of scars of different sizes on the blade, and the blade is a broken sword with several gaps.

"This is the years!"

Yun Chuan opened his eyes wide, his expression shocked.

He always thought that the illusions were all simulated existences.

Whether it is the years or the sword fairy in white, they are all illusory things formed by illusions.

Seeing the years in front of him now really makes Yun Chuan a little unbelievable.

"To be precise, it is the Remnant Sword of Time." Ou Yeyang handed the Remnant Sword of Time to Yun Chuan and said.

"It is said that it used to be the Holy Land of True Martial Arts tens of thousands of years ago, and it was the natal magic weapon for fighting with the Haoran Sword Immortal for a lifetime.

Later, Sword Immortal Haoran fell, and the whereabouts of this sword was also unknown.

Tens of thousands of years have passed by, and the Holy Land of Zhenwu has long since disappeared in the long river of history.

But these years have passed through several times, and they survived.

Although it is just a broken sword now, its divinity has been lost, and its spirit is exhausted.

It is no longer the divine sword that followed the Haoran Sword Immortal to astonished the situation and drank countless blood.

But the remaining power is still the same, and it is still a rare low-grade sword. "

The world divides magical weapons, natural materials and earthly treasures into six grades: low-grade, low-grade, middle-grade, high-grade, extreme-grade, and divine-grade.

Don't underestimate the inferior magic weapon, it is already a rare treasure for many low-level monks.

Yun Chuan took the Remnant Sword of Time and held it in his hand, as if he had returned to the illusion, everything was so familiar.

However, this time it really exists!

"Although it is a low-grade magic weapon, with your physical body that cannot cultivate spiritual power, you cannot fully exert all its power.

But the advantage is that your swordsmanship is so monstrous, and at such an age, even if you have comprehended the realm of sword power, you can still drive one or two.

For a moment, the old man really wondered if you were an old monster who was taken away by the power of Tongtian and reborn. "

Ou Yeyang said earnestly to Yun Chuan Yu.

Yun Chuan was shocked when he heard this, and suddenly mentioned it in his heart, a little hasty.

"It seems that the person in charge of the formation can completely spy on the scene in the formation, which I did not expect."

Seeing what Yun Chuan was thinking, Ou Yeyang naturally knew what he was worried about, so he couldn't help laughing.

He really is a ghostly junior!

"Hahaha. Boy, you don't have to worry.

Comprehending the realm of sword power at a young age is of course extremely talented.

But the world is so big, among the hundreds of millions of people, there are actually quite a few talented monsters.

Who can become those holy land disciples is not a dragon and phoenix among people, let alone those holy land disciples.

But in this small corner of Lin'an City, or your Qianyuan Kingdom.

Your talent is enough to arouse the dissatisfaction of many people.

I believe you must understand the truth that Muxiu will be destroyed by forest wind.

Besides, if you can't cultivate aura, the means of self-protection are much less.

The old man is more worried about you, and doesn't want a talented person like you to die too early. "

As if recalling the past, Ou Yeyang immediately opened his mouth, but there was a lot of sadness in his eyes.

"Hundreds of millions of people? There are so many people in this world? The Holy Land, the Holy Son Qianyuan Kingdom?" Yun Chu'an thought to himself.

To be honest, Yun Chuan actually didn't know that the country he lived in was called Qianyuan Country.

Living near Lin'an City since he was a child, the most popular names besides the city lord Li Jin are the names of the heads of several surrounding sects.

For the former Yun Chu'an, who lived at the bottom of society, the city lord Li Jin is the biggest sky!
This is quite a bit like only knowing the city lord but not the emperor.

Before Yun Chuan came into contact with the system, he probably would never leave Lin'an City in this life, and he would not have the opportunity to see this vast world.

But now, all fates are changed!
"I will definitely be under this world and let the world know my name, Yun Chu'an!" Yun Chu'an looked firm, and secretly made a vow in his heart.

"I haven't seen such a junior for a long time!"

Yun Chuan's expression fell in Ou Yeyang's eyes, which made him very satisfied, and gave birth to a heart of love for talent.

His figure in front of him seemed to coincide with an old friend, which made Ou Yeyang a little dazed.

"Yun Chu'an." Ou Yeyang called out.

"The boy is here!"

"Although you can't go all the way to practice Qi without spiritual roots, but the Dao is fifty, the sky is fourty-nine, and people are one of them.

You can still find another way and seek other methods, such as body training all the way. "

"Body Refinement?"

Yun Chuan naturally knew about body training, it can be said that torturing muscles and bones in the martial arts hall is the most low-level method of body training.

"En. Body training."

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