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When he Feng walks towards the knife, he Qingtian's eyes are fixed. Just want to stop, but finally did not say anything, let he Feng go there.

"It feels like this knife is calling me?" He Feng slightly frowned and said with a puzzled face.

The he long of one side hears he Feng this words, almost laugh out a voice. Do you think this knife is still smart? Still calling? How is that possible?

However, he long didn't notice he Qingtian. In his eyes, he Qingtian flashed a little strange. Because he Qingtian knows that what he Feng said may be true!

He Feng's face looks at the knife in front of him. What he just said is not deceitful, but real. The closer he got to the knife, the stronger he felt.

"Buzz, buzz!"

When he Feng extends his hand to the knife, the knife suddenly gives out bursts of buzz. The buzz was so loud that he Qingtian and he long's faces changed.

"What's the matter?" He long is shocked to see to He Feng, at this time he Feng both hands already grasped that knife.

He Qingtian's eyes were full of excitement and murmured: "Fengyun used to kill all over the world with this knife in those years. Now, after more than 20 years, Xiao Feng picked up this knife again. I hope the glory of my family will shine on China again

He long looked at he Qingtian suspiciously and asked, "grandfather, do you mean that the third uncle used this knife in those years?"

He Qingtian nodded, and then continued to look at He Feng. At this time he Feng, has begun to want to pull out the knife.

He Feng just began to pull, suddenly felt a great resistance. However, when he Feng Yun Qi, the knife was immediately pulled out.

"Miso!"

Just listen to a clear and harsh knife, and then he Feng will be in the hands of the long knife to pull out.

At the moment when the long sword came out of its sheath, the blade was glowing red, which made the whole weapon room full of red. On the top of the knife, a bloody light extends from the tip of the knife and spreads up the whole blade until it reaches the handle.

When the light was on the handle of the knife, it didn't continue to spread upward. Instead, it kept circling in place, as if it was sketching a picture.

After a while, the light suddenly stopped. The three men in the weapons room looked intently and found that what they outlined there was a red lotus flower. The red lotus gives off a strong evil smell, which is very strange.

"Grandfather, this knife, how do you feel a little bit more powerful?" He Feng asked curiously. He just felt that the knife was calling him, as if something forced him to choose it. But he Feng really didn't know anything about the knife.

He long hears he Feng's question and looks at he Qingtian curiously. It's just choosing a weapon. He feels that his liver is about to explode. One is He Feng, and the other is this strange magic weapon. It's really a headache!

He Qingtian shook his head and said with a bitter smile, "I don't know much about this knife either. I only know that your father used it that year. But later I got a better weapon, and this knife was put here by your father. "

"So this knife hasn't been taken away?" He Feng asked suspiciously. According to the truth, this powerful weapon should be used by he Qingtian or he Junxiang! How can it be put here?

He Qingtian still smiles bitterly and says helplessly: "this knife is so powerful, we also wanted to take over your father's knife at the beginning. But this knife is so evil that when we use it, our mind will be affected! "

He Qingtian heard this, whether he Feng or he long, are a bit unbelievable. Under what circumstances can a knife affect the mind of the user? And the mythical strongman? Are you kidding me?

He Qingtian didn't seem to see the strange eyes of his two grandchildren. He continued: "when using this knife, it's a little stronger. It's better to say that he can barely restrain himself. But if the strength is weak, it's easy to become a madman with only killing in his heart. "

Finish saying, he Qingtian looks at He Feng again, the eyes are a little worried.

"Xiao Feng, although I don't know why this knife chose you. But if you find that you can't handle the knife, you'd better give it up! "

Before saying these words, he Qingtian was also thoughtful. Although weapons are good, they should be controlled well. Otherwise, what's the use of people becoming slaves of weapons?

Although he Feng nodded, his eyes were full of confidence and said: "in my opinion, weapons are always weapons. Whether it's a sword or a sword! Whether it's heaven level soldiers or secular rotten iron. His only purpose is to kill the enemy! "

"So, this knife belongs to Hefeng now!"

With the last word, he Feng suddenly raised the knife. And this knife seems to feel he Feng's mood, red demon lotus appears more coquettish. The red blood drop like groove at the tip of the knife is more like a blood pupil.

"From this moment on, you will be called 'red lotus blood knife'!" He Feng said in a deep voice. As soon as his words came out, "red lotus Blood Sword" suddenly burst into a burst of red light. Then he suddenly took back the blade and changed it back to the original long handle sword.

He Qingtian's eyes flickered, but he didn't say anything in the end. Since he Feng chose this knife, he also believes that he Feng can control it. Even if it doesn't work, it's a big deal. Just change it at that time.

Although he long envies He Feng for getting such a powerful soldier, he also knows how much he weighs, so he selects a junior soldier of Tianjie and says to he Qingtian, "grandfather, I'll choose this sword!"

He Qingtian nodded and said with a smile, "this' Purple dome sword 'is intended for you. It's very good that you can choose it yourself."

He long scratched his head with a smile. He couldn't tell he Qingtian that he saw the red lotus Blood Sword closest to He Feng. Maybe it was tainted with the evil spirit of the red lotus Blood Sword?

"Xiao Feng, since you choose to use a knife, you can go to the martial arts room with Bruce Lee later. There is a low-level sword and sword martial arts of heaven level. You two can learn it. " He Qingtian asked.

He Feng's eyes suddenly brightened when he heard the words. As for the martial arts of sabre technique, he only learned a local level of advanced skills from the sabre maniac in Shenlong island. He has never been in touch with Tianjie's Sabre martial arts.

"Thank you, grandpa!" He Feng and he long are excited to express their thanks.

He Qingtian is also pleased to see this. The stronger the descendants are, the happier he is.

They didn't waste any more time. When they got out of the weapons room, they went straight to the martial arts room. The location of the martial arts room surprised he Feng, because the martial arts room was in the basement under he Qingtian's room.

He Qingtian seems to notice he Feng's eyes and explains with a wry smile: "martial arts generally represents the inside information and inheritance of a force. Whether it's a clan force or a family inheritance, martial arts is very important."

He Feng hears the explanation of he Qingtian, in the heart immediately clear understanding rises. If the soldiers are gone, we can do it again. At most, we will lose some combat power. But if you lose your martial arts, it will be a big deal.

Just imagine, if the Lin family gets the martial arts of the he family, and then develops the moves to crack the martial arts of the he family, do the children of the he family still have an advantage in fighting with the children of the Lin family? It's almost like being beaten by pressure!

When he Feng comes to the martial arts room, he finds that the martial arts room is not as big as the weapons room, but rather very small. Less than 10 square meters of basement, but hidden a millennium royal heritage!

He Qingtian took out two very old books from a corner and said to He Feng and he long, "you two are here to write down all the things inside. You can't bring martial arts to the outside world."

After that, he Qingtian added.

"That's the rule!"

Hear the words of he, who is fierce in his heart, make complaints about these four words. But make complaints about his grandfather, he Feng still put up with the idea of Tucao, but began to remember his martial arts in the sky.

The martial art of this Sabre is called "Chi Ming smash Sabre", which belongs to the highly explosive Sabre technique. Every time he uses it, it will cause a lot of consumption, but it's very powerful. He Feng can even become his first kill move below the limit.

He Feng and he long learned each other's martial arts in less than ten minutes because almost all of them have the ability to never forget. Both of them are very happy now, especially he long. With Tianjie soldiers and Tianjie martial arts, his combat effectiveness can be increased by half.

"Well, that's all he family can give you. Next, if you want to move on, it's up to you He Qingtian patted He Feng and he long on the shoulder and said heavily.

Whether the he family can save he Fengyun depends mainly on the younger generation of He Feng. After all, both his generation and he Junxiang's generation are powerful, but their potential is exhausted. If there is no accident, it is difficult to make another breakthrough.

He Feng and he long nodded heavily, especially he long. They are eager to rescue he Fengyun now. However, when he thought about the strength of his elders, he felt that he was still a little inflated.

"By the way, I forget that the monkey is still competing with my cousin!" At this time, he Feng suddenly patted his head.

He long was puzzled and asked: "my sister and Xiao Feng, your friends have a good fight. They can improve each other's strength. Xiao Feng, why are you so nervous?"

He Feng is a wry smile, with he Haitang exchange, if back to life, then he long said very right. But in fact, it's the monkey guy. With the monkey's urine, he Haitang may have been chasing the monkey man he's family!

Sure enough, when he Feng and his three men came out of the martial arts room, they heard the roaring sound not far away, mixed with men's and women's drinking and swearing.