The Art of the Great Sword

"Inside is my inventory for so many years, everything is available, the war is coming, you each pick some life-saving things."

Su Luochuan stepped aside and said to several people, "Pick whatever you want, but the premise is, don't waste, I hate waste the most."

"Really?"

Song Yi glanced at the hall, so many girls stood respectfully, this is their job.

Su Luochuan usually doesn't touch them, but he likes to ask many women to stand in the palace to serve him. This kind of extravagant life is not a waste?

Of course, what the eldest brother says is what it is, who lets him have money.

"As long as there is a need, can you pick it?"

Fang Qingyang was still in the previous shock and couldn't come back to his senses.

"Let's go, pick it!"

Liu Qijing slapped Fang Qingyang's shoulder fiercely, "Xiaowu, you don't know the eldest brother. Every time we have some particularly difficult tasks, he will open the treasure house for us to choose at will, but this opportunity is rare, so we must cherish it."

Fang Qingyang smiled.

As Liu Qijing said, this kind of opportunity is rare.

"Ahhh, my eyes are dazzled."

Song Yi screamed, "It's so cool, Su Luochuan, we can't imagine how happy you are!"

Fang Qingyang smiled. He first came to the spirit soldiers and selected hundreds of magic swords. Since the Great Wilderness Divine Sword Art is about to enter the fourth level, he will be able to control thousands of magic swords.

Although he has always been interested in collecting magic swords and has hundreds of stocks, to be honest, it is not enough, far from enough.

"What do you want so much garbage for?"

Song Yi was a little confused.

"Of course I can use it. I'll tell you later."

Fang Qingyang was very happy to collect it. Fortunately, Su Luochuan had a lot of magic swords of the king realm here. They might have been piled up here casually. He certainly couldn't use them himself, and most of them would be used to reward others.

But Fang Qingyang needed it!

Su Luochuan didn't have much opinion on this.

He knew that Fang Qingyang's Ten Thousand Swords Technique required a large number of magic swords. Anyway, magic swords of this level were rubbish to him. Since they were rubbish, he didn't care how many he took.

Fang Qingyang took hundreds of them in one breath. That feeling was so good, just like shopping. No matter whether they were suitable for him or not, he just took them and made them.

Just like the cabbages on the street, they were densely packed.

Finally, he got them all.

Combined with his own inventory, thousands of magic swords, definitely.

Among these thousands of swords, there are nearly ten holy realm magic swords.

It's enough.

The Ten Thousand Swords Technique does not require every sword to be high-level and invincible, and no one has such terrible financial resources to collect them.

The most important point is your micro-manipulation of these sword formations. Only with sufficient exquisite control can you master such a terrifying killing move at once.

After collecting the spiritual weapons, Fang Qingyang set his sights on the elixir.

After taking a few healing pills for critical moments and some life-saving spiritual patterns, Fang Qingyang felt a little embarrassed. Even if you let me take them, I still have to save my face and can't act like I've never seen anything.

So, Fang Qingyang suppressed his desire to take everything away.

Half an hour later, the three people came out satisfied.

They were not polite.

"Xiaowu's swordsmanship is on the verge of promotion. Wait for him. In three days, we will set off for Juetian Mountains."

Before leaving, Su Luochuan glanced at Fang Qingyang, "He will soon become the sword master, right?"

"What? Sword master?"

Liu Qijing and Song Yi's faces changed.

This time, they were really shocked.

They didn't feel any surprise when Su Luochuan was promoted to the sword master, because he was the first of the five sons, the first on the Potential Dragon List, and was born in the Su family of Futian Shangguo. He was born with a golden spoon in his mouth since childhood, and he was famous even in the whole Zhongzhou.

But Fang Qingyang's promotion to the sword master was a bit exaggerated.

With his talent, even in Central Continent, he is the best among his peers, and few people can compare with him.

Too young!

There has never been such a young sword master!

"Not yet, but it should be possible in three days."

Fang Qingyang smiled a little embarrassedly, "Third brother, wait until I get promoted, and I will play with you again."

As early as when he broke through the Saint Realm, he felt that the Great Wilderness Divine Sword Art had reached the extreme bottleneck, and he was only one step away from breaking through.

But he has always lacked an opportunity!

Now, after finding a few pills in the treasure house, the opportunity has come.

Breakthrough to become a sword master, right now.

Liu Qijing was annoyed, "You little brat, are you making fun of me? Okay, it's just a competition, I'm going all out. I won't admit defeat even if I get beaten to a bloody pulp. Let's do it when you get promoted!"

"I'm beginning to not understand Xiaowu."

Song Yi murmured, "This guy's talent is far beyond ours. I don't even know where his limit is."

"You are trash to begin with. Isn't it normal to be far beyond you?"

Su Luochuan's cold voice came, "If he doesn't surpass you, will I let him join Diyuan Mountain? Do you really think anyone can come to this place?"

A routine blow.

Song Yi was too lazy to argue with him.

After saying goodbye to his three brothers, Fang Qingyang continued to enter the Dragon Emperor Sword and started his own retreat mode.

At the entrance of the Holy Realm Pill, the sword intent condensed, like substance.

He was going to grow from the youngest sword master to the youngest sword master.

The so-called sword master is the master of swordsmanship.

This move will further enhance the sword intention.

Three days later.

Outside the Diyuan Mountain.

Su Luochuan, Song Yi, and Liu Qijing were quietly waiting for Fang Qingyang's arrival.

"Sword Master, how strong is he?"

Liu Qijing's eyes showed a fighting spirit, "Brother, since you entered the Sword Master, I have never fought with you, because fighting is also abuse, but now I am really curious, I want to try with Xiaowu."

"If you don't make much progress in your own way, you will lose miserably."

Su Luochuan raised his eyebrows, "Improve yourself as soon as possible. If you are surpassed by a new brother, where will you put your old face?"

"Too exciting."

Liu Qijing wanted to cry but had no tears.

Finally...

A terrifying sword light rose from the Diyuan Mountain, very bright and dazzling, like a golden dragon rushing up to the sky, vast and majestic.

Feeling the surge of the golden dragon, several people were attracted at the same time.

"As expected of Xiaowu."

Song Yi sighed, "After becoming the Sword Master, this momentum is stronger than your Su Luochuan, right? You say we are trash all day long, how can we compare with Xiaowu?"

Su Luochuan was silent for a long time, and then showed a sneer, "Then except for him and me, the rest of the Zhongzhou Tianjiao are all trash."

Liu Qijing laughed, "Okay, it can be regarded as your recognition of him. If he knew, he would probably be very excited."

Fang Qingyang is here.

He came with a overwhelming sword intent.

Even in Zhongzhou, he is the youngest Sword Master.

This trip is destined to shine!