Chapter 11: The Sword

"Young man? Mountain temple disciple? Old man, you've read too many martial arts novels, and I'm just an ordinary self-defense martial art. Lin Haoxuan was asked inexplicably and explained.

"Hehe, the old man also knows that there are many masters in the world, and if you don't want to say it, it's okay, but if you help the old man, the old man won't let you work in vain." As he spoke, he reached out and picked up the small bag at the side of the stall.

"This, old man, I just can't get used to them bullying the old man, it's not easy for you, keep it for yourself." Lin Haoxuan was stunned for a moment, and then waved his hand.

"The old man gave you not any money, but a knife, I originally planned to give him to someone who was destined, and I saw that you kid had a good heart, so I gave it to you." As he spoke, he opened the packet, took out a box from it, brushed the dust off the surface, and then gently opened the box, ripped off the oilcloth wrapped inside, and a long black knife caught his eye.

This black knife is not outstanding, it is no different from the imitation sword on the street, it seems, it is worth dozens of yuan at most, but Lin Haoxuan looked at the black knife, and had an indescribable feeling, he always felt that this black knife was not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

"Hehe, I don't know what kind of knife this is, I've always carried it with me, and I haven't studied anything famous, so today, I'll hand him over to you."

Lin Haoxuan took the black knife, smiled, and said, "Since the old man is good, then I won't shirk it." He clasped his hands into fists and bowed: "Thank you!" Then he turned and left.

"This son is not a thing in the pool, and he will definitely become a dragon in the future." The old man looked at Lin Haoxuan who was far away and muttered.

Lin Haoxuan returned home, casually threw the old man to his joint venture on the bed, and then went to take a bath with a change of clothes.

Ten minutes later, Lin Haoxuan, who was covered in bath incense, walked out of the bathroom, returned to the room, and saw the box on the bed, and suddenly became interested, "I always feel that this knife is weird, it seems that I have to study it carefully, what kind of knife is this?" ”

Lin Haoxuan ** this knife up and down, even the blade has lost its sharpness, which is no different from an ordinary knife, and then tried to exercise his true qi, but there was no response. Lin Haoxuan sighed: "Is this really a waste knife?" ”

Sighing lightly, Lin Haoxuan was about to put the knife back in the box, but at this moment, I don't know if Lu Dao was careless or a coincidence, his hand suddenly trembled, and Dao Kou accidentally pierced the palm of his hand, although the knife had lost its sharpness, however, it was indeed easy to pierce the skin.

Lin Haoxuan looked at the piercing palm of the road, and didn't pay much attention to it, but then he felt that something was wrong, and a little blood flowed out of the punctured wound, but all the blood was coagulated on his hand, as if it was coated with a layer of glue, and it was tightly glued to the palm, and his brain was dizzy and fell on the bed.

"Destined person, congratulations, you got the nameless sword I left behind, introduce yourself, hey, I don't remember what my name is, I'm waiting for the nameless sword, you can call me a nameless senior, I'm just a remnant of consciousness left."

Lin Haoxuan remembered an ethereal voice in his mind.

"I don't know how many years I've been guarding this knife, I've been waiting for someone who is destined to do it, and today, finally''" The nameless voice suddenly said with some excitement.

"The name of this knife is nameless, it has been handed down from ancient times, and in terms of material alone, it can be compared with cadres and Mo evil. It's a pity that this knife intent is too strong, and it is beyond the control of ordinary people's souls, so it will remain obscure. Today, this knife recognizes you as the Lord, and I believe that you can carry it to break out of the world. It's just that your current strength is too weak, and you can only exert thirty percent of the power of this knife. ”

"Nameless Sword? Ancient artifact? Lin Haoxuan's intermittent voice sounded in his head, and he felt shocked, but he couldn't speak.

"Okay, after nagging with you for a long time, this memory is about to disappear, work hard, I hope this knife is right to be handed over to you." As the last word spoke, a weak incantation sounded: "'Use blood as a weapon, use soul as power' to melt!" ”