Martial Arts Simulator in the Immortal World

A third of the long sword submerged into the soil.

Judging from the exposed blade, there is a little rust, it should be quite a few years.

All the swords around them, without exception, were making a clanging sound.

However, this sword did not make any clanging sound, and it was as stable as a mountain into the soil.

It seems that nothing can shock the thing in front of you.

But it was such an ordinary dead thing, which seemed to make Jiang Ran feel some different feelings.

It seemed that this rusty sword was attracting him, and Jiang Ran slowly stretched out his hand to hold the hilt.

The hilt is uneven, and it is a bumpy feeling of dust and rust spots, which is very uncomfortable to touch.

"Oh!"

Jiang Ran pulled out the rusty sword hard, and a strenuous expression appeared on his face.

With his current strength, it would not be possible to pull out such a sword so hard.

It is heavy to start, it seems to be a light sword, and although the materials for crafting may not be ordinary, it will definitely not exceed fifty pounds.

But the sword in Jiang Ran's hand was several times larger.

The minimum weight of the foot is about three hundred pounds, and ordinary people can't even lift it.

People in the acquired realm are not even qualified to wave, so they can only mention it.

"That's it..."

Jiang Ran slowly raised it above his head and carefully examined the rust on it through the light.

A smile appeared on his face, at least this sword was within his heart.

But at this time, the movement here also attracted the attention of others.

"Look, that guy chose a rusty sword."

"Hahahaha, no, this guy has a brain disease, right?"

"So many divine weapons, why did he choose this kind of thing."

"Is that guy from Overlord Sword Peak? It has been a long time since I saw anyone from Overlord Sword Peak. "

"It's no wonder, after all, the people who dominate the Sword Peak have little chance to swing their swords."

One after another of the laughter from all around, constantly came from all around.

For the disciples of the Overlord Sword Peak, they would always be ridiculed by the disciples of other Sword Peaks.

What's more, what Jiang Ran got now was a rusty sword.

The sound of ridicule continued to rush towards Jiang Ran like a wave.

But Jiang Ran was like a rocky reef in the sea, allowing this mocking sound to continue to sound.

In front of these people, a person walked out of the Hidden Sword Mountain.

Su Tianyang watched Jiang Ran come out, and he was also relieved, they all knew the changes in the Hidden Sword Mountain.

However, according to the rules of the main peak, they were not qualified to enter the Hidden Sword Mountain.

But soon, as Jiang Ran approached, Su Tianyang also saw the rusty sword in Jiang Ran's hand.

His brows couldn't help but wrinkle slightly, but Su Tianyang didn't say anything, just left the main peak with Jiang Ran.

After returning to the main peak, Jiang Ran borrowed a grindstone.

Next to the crystal, it began to be slowly polished.

Su Qinghua's whole day of cultivation was also over, and he wiped his sweat with a towel and happened to pass by the well.

After all these years, she is no longer the girl who did not say a word before.

Compared with the silent indifference, she was seventeen years old at this time, but she was more inclined to an ordinary child.

But it's just for people who are more familiar, and it is still such a cold look for people who are not familiar.

I don't know how many young talents in the Xuantian Sword Sect have been persuaded.

"Hey, junior brother."

"What are you doing, didn't you go to the Hidden Sword Mountain today?"

"How did you bring back a rusty sword?"

Su Qinghua slowly squatted down, looking at the sharp sword placed on the whetstone, and his face also showed a look of puzzlement.

Jiang Ran is very talented, and over the years, others do not know Jiang Ran's hard work.

Su Qinghua was very clear, and at this moment, he couldn't help but feel a little dissatisfied with the rusty sword that Jiang Ran got.

"No, how can this rusty sword work, I'll let my father take you to change one."

Seeing that Jiang Ran was silent, he just quietly polished the rust on the sword.

Su Qinghua immediately pulled Jiang Ran a little anxiously, wanting to find Su Tianyang.

"That was chosen by himself, and there are rules in Hidden Sword Mountain."

"Rules are rules, you should know them."

Su Tianyang also walked over slowly at this time, and his eyes also showed a little helplessness.

He didn't want Jiang Ran to change it, but the rules of the Xuantian Sword Sect could not be broken.

The rules that govern thousands of disciples, once they are broken, the prestige of the sect will fall to the freezing point in the future.

"Don't worry, Senior Sister, Master."

"This sword, I think it's enough, it's not ordinary."

Jiang Ran smiled slightly, still calming down and continuing to polish.

The rust on the blade was worn away little by little, revealing the sword patterns in the blade.

The texture alone is enough to let people know that this is definitely from mediocre hands.

"Whatever you want, this is the scabbard."

Su Tianyang shook his head, put the scabbard on the ground on the side and left.

And Su Qinghua was obviously a little speechless.

"Tell me about you, why did you choose such a thing."

"Otherwise, I'll help you go down the mountain and find a master again."

"Although the quality may not be very good, at least it is better than your rusty sword."

Su Qinghua was still a little immortal, still saying something next to Jiang Ran.

But Jiang Ran was still doing his own thing.

The two actions of splashing water and sharpening the sword were repeated continuously, and Su Qinghua felt bored after half a ring.

"You're such a stubborn stubborn who can't get in the oil and salt."

Su Qinghua snorted coldly, stood up and lifted the small bench at Jiang Ran's feet a little ventedly.

"Senior sister, I said that this sword will definitely not be ordinary."

"I believe in my vision."

"And the one who uses the sword does not care what the quality of the sword is."

"The strong also use leaves, and killing is as simple as drinking water and eating."

Jiang Ran smiled bitterly, slowly stood up, and raised his sword high above his head.

At this moment, the rust on the sword had been all polished off by Jiang Ran, and the true appearance inside appeared in front of Jiang Ran.

The cyan sword pattern wraps around the sword body, and there are chaotic patterns on the corners of the blades on both sides of the perimeter.

The cold glow is constantly shimmering in the sunlight.

The exquisite sword pattern on the sword body also made Su Qinghua look a little fascinated.

People didn't think at all why a sharp sword with such a beautiful sword pattern would be abandoned for so long and no one took it.

You know, in the Tibetan Sword Mountain, a large number of disciples go every year.

Rusty swords like those are not in the consideration of all disciples, because rusty swords usually have one thing in common.

That is, no one has taken it, and no one wants to pull it out for too long, and it will naturally rust.

But I didn't expect that Jiang Ran chose this sword.

After taking off the rusty sword body, this kind of transformation actually occurred, and Su Qinghua probably didn't think about killing him.