Immortality Martial Arts: Starting from the Sword Drawing Technique

In the hearty fighting, the main road has not been wiped out, but the small road has been rolled over.

Lin Bei and Luo Yiqing hugged each other and rested for a moment. They felt each other's warm breath, and their hearts felt particularly peaceful for a moment.

The true energy of the spiritual ginseng slowly recovered over time, and now it has completely recovered, wandering around his limbs and bones, restoring his lost energy.

The long process of sword-making, coupled with the hard work and hard work, in the end even the heart and soul were integrated into it, which took an extremely serious toll on Lin Bei.

After the vitality is depleted, if it cannot be restored in time, life span will be lost.

Fortunately, Lin Bei swallowed various pills during the process of making the sword, including a large number of Yuan-Pei Dan, which was specially used to strengthen vitality.

Although he could not completely make up for the lost vitality, it also prevented his consumption from reaching the level of losing his foundation.

At this moment, using the spiritual ginseng true energy to make up for the recovery, it only takes a while to completely replenish the lost energy.

The two hugged each other and rested for a short time before they both stood up.

After drying the sweat mixture.

They each took out clothes from their storage rings and put them on.

The relationship between the two has smoothly transitioned from being ambiguous to being dependent on each other.

"It's best not to expose this quasi-magical weapon of yours, otherwise it will easily attract covetous attention... You know, most masters don't have even one magical weapon."

Luo Yiqing instructed.

Divine weapons are extremely valuable and cannot be obtained by ordinary masters.

If Lin Bei leaks the news about the magic weapon, he might be able to attract the great master to snatch it away.

"It's natural."

Lin Bei naturally knew this, and he did not intend to reveal it to anyone except Luo Yiqing, a close friend of life and death.

At least he has to wait until he becomes a grandmaster before he can use this magical weapon publicly.

"I just wonder if the Shadow Night Wolf will leak the news that I have a quasi-magical weapon..."

Lin Bei frowned slightly. He was exhausted at the time and failed to kill the Shadow Night Wolf, allowing him to escape with his life.

Now that Shadow Night Wolf has learned that Lin Bei possesses a quasi-magical weapon, he can definitely leak this news if he wants to deal with him.

When Luo Yiqing heard this, she shook her head and said, "I know a bit about the Shadow Night Wolf. He seems to be good at assassination. He retreats after missing a single blow and never likes to fight."

"In fact, this demon is extremely greedy and arrogant in his heart. Faced with the temptation of the quasi-magical weapon, he will never be able to resist it. I am afraid that it will not be leaked to outsiders, but will continue to lie dormant and look for opportunities to snatch it again."

Luo Yiqing's words made Lin Bei feel more justified. Most masters could not resist the temptation of quasi-magical weapons.

If it were an ordinary warrior, after losing to Lin Bei, he might have spread the news directly with the mentality of "If I can't get you, don't even think about it."

But as the second-placed Shadow Night Wolf on the Hidden Dragon List, I'm afraid he wouldn't have such thoughts.

Who among the geniuses who can be on the Hidden Dragon List is not a lonely and arrogant person at heart.

If the Shadow Night Wolf is really as aloof as Luo Yiqing said, then he will definitely lurk and wait for the opportunity to snatch the quasi-divine weapon again.

Lin Bei looked at the magic sword in his hand. It was also in the shape of an eight-sided Han sword. The sword was long and thick, with red, black and silver colors forming a straight line. The sharp edge was exposed. It had the majesty of an emperor and the power of a king.

The Eight-sided Han Sword is easy to use. Lin Bei directly used it as a template when casting the magic weapon without making any other changes.

"Would you like to give it a name?"

Luo Yiqing came forward and stretched out her jade hand to touch the sword, with a look of envy in her eyes.

She thought that even the first disciple of Xuanyue Sect, the great martial arts sect, could not possess a quasi-magical weapon, but Lin Bei, a casual martial artist, had already forged a quasi-magical weapon with his own hands.

"What's your name..."

Lin Bei was about to refuse, but suddenly felt excitement coming from the magic sword.

"Since you want a name, then I'll give you one..."

Lin Bei sensed the desire for the magic weapon, so he began to think about a name.

Seeing this, Luo Yiqing's beautiful eyes showed a hint of expectation, wanting to see what name Lin Bei would give this magic weapon.

Lin Bei was scratching his head, thinking about it, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind, and he said: "My ambition is to become a Martial Saint. Since you are my auxiliary, you will be a Martial Saint in the future. Why don't I call you Shenglin!" "

"Holy presence?!"

Luo Yiqing's eyes flashed with light.

The divine weapon appears, and the Martial Saint arrives in person!

It seems that Lin Bei is so confident that he will be promoted to Martial Saint in the future that he even names his troops as Martial Saint.

Clang, clang, clang, clang!

The magic weapon's sharp sword trembled and roared, conveying excitement and excitement, and it was obvious that he was extremely satisfied with this name.

"Today, Shenglin's spirituality is still weak and can only be called a quasi-divine weapon. If you want to continue to transform its spirituality, you must either continue to cultivate it with your hard work for a hundred years, or find a treasure that can enlighten the spirituality..."

Luo Yiqing analyzed for Lin Bei: "I feel that the technique you practice is a bit weird. It seems to be able to quickly build up vitality and reduce the loss. If this is the case, maybe if you continue to cultivate it with your hard work for twenty or thirty years, you can become a saint. On the verge of spiritual transformation..."

"Twenty or thirty years..."

Lin Bei smacked his lips, feeling that it was too long.

However, he felt that his skills would continue to improve and it would not take that long at all. Maybe ten or eight years would be enough.

Well, ten or eight years is long enough...

Lin Bei couldn't help but turn his attention to the treasure that enlightens spirituality.

As if she guessed what Lin Bei wanted to ask, Luo Yiqing took the initiative to introduce: "I know a few treasures that can enlighten spirituality, such as the Spirit-enlightening Grass, the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Roots, the Jade Dew, the Spring Breeze Willow..."

She talked about several treasures she knew that could enlighten spirituality.

The two of them returned to Linjiang County while chatting.

Back in the city, Luo Yiqing called her men and asked if anything major had happened in the city during this period.

After some questioning, I learned about the sound of swords and swords all over the city.

Nowadays, such discussions are everywhere on the streets, in teahouses and restaurants.

There are all kinds of speculations, but the most speculated one is that the magic weapon appears. This guess also makes people feel the most credible. After all, there have been rumors about the magic weapon appearing and the city full of swords roaring.

Lin Bei and Luo Yiqing looked at each other and smiled, with a tacit understanding in their hearts.

In addition, there was another piece of news that surprised both of them.

"The old man of Jianzhen is going to preach on Jiangxin Island?!"

Luo Yiqing was surprised.

Lin Bei was also surprised.

The old man of the Sword Formation is a legendary figure in Dafeng. It is said that he was born as a casual cultivator. He relied on the three-foot green blade in his hand to reach the top of the master step by step.

And his seven disciples are all now masters. In terms of teaching and teaching, there are few who can compare with them.

As a swordsman master who was born as a casual cultivator, the old man of Jianzhen knew the hardships of casual martial arts practitioners, so he would choose a place every five years to give public lectures and clarify doubts.

His sermons do not distinguish between men, women, old and young, and he does not allow people from aristocratic families to practice alone. It can be said that he teaches without distinction.

"Jiangxin Island...Jiangxin Island in Hongjiang River, it seems to be not far from Linjiang County City!"

"Linjiang City is going to be lively again!"

Lin Bei's eyes couldn't help but reveal a hint of expectation.

The supreme master was preaching, and he was also a master of swordsmanship. As a master of swordsmanship, how could he not listen to it?