Martial arts!

It's really a middle-grade martial art.

'I've always thought that there are only two ways for me to get martial arts, exercises, etc. Either grab it or complete the system task. ’

'I didn't expect that I would be able to comprehend it on my own!'

"Whew!"

On the other side, Wu Guojian's forging is also over.

I saw that on the forge furnace, there was a long black sword lying down. Yang Mucheng looked at it, and he couldn't distinguish the appearance of the original Silver Star Sword. The sword body has become more slender, about one meter and a half, which can be regarded as a long sword.

But what puzzled him was that the blade of the sword also became dull, not as sharp as before.

"Emperor Yang, this sword has not yet been opened!"

Wu Guojian said with a smile. "The weapons of the Xuan Rank must be opened with blood. The stronger the master's qi and blood, the stronger the power after opening. This Silver Star Sword is fused with the Great Sun Flame Sword, and after it is opened, it can at least reach the upper grade of the Xuan Rank. ”

Superior grade?

Yang Mucheng was really looking forward to it for a while. He sliced open his wrist, and blood flowed down the sword. At this moment, the black sword body was like a sponge, and it was like the earth that had dried up for a long time, and it was frantically devouring this blood, and there was not the slightest omission.

A certain moment.

The sword body suddenly turbulent with a thousand rays of light, and when I saw it, a stream of crimson and silver moon-colored sword rays poured out from the sword body, and under Yang Mucheng's surprised gaze, it turned into a dazzling golden light. The black sword body trembled suddenly, as if it had broken free, and the black stains on its appearance actually exploded with a 'bang' sound, revealing the red silver sword body.

On the sword body, a coiled dragon pattern appeared!

"Weird!"

Wu Guojian couldn't help but shout, "I actually reached the best of the Xuan Rank!"

Yang Mucheng's eyes narrowed slightly.

He could indeed feel that this repaired sword was almost two grades stronger than the previous Silver Star Sword.

'According to the original estimate, this sword is only a high-grade sword at most!'

"Maybe it's because I once absorbed the ancient dragon blood, so this sword also absorbed a trace of dragon blood, and it was born into a Xuan-level superlative!"

happily stroked the long sword in his hand.

Yang Mucheng said:

"Since you were born of blood, then I will call you the Holy Dragon Blood Sword!"

Putting away the long sword, Yang Mucheng looked at Wu Guojian.

Cultivating the sword, this was just the first thing he did when he came to the small courtyard.

Now that the sword was repaired, he was going to move on to the second thing.

"Old Wu, who broke the veins of your hands and feet?" Yang Mu said.

mentioned that the tendons and veins were broken, and a trace of gloom suddenly flashed in Wu Guojian's eyes. He sighed and said with a wry smile: "The person who broke my tendons, you must have heard of him. That's right, the other party is Wu Jianyang's big apprentice, Lei Zhuoran!"

"Lei Zhuoran?"

Yang Mucheng's eyes closed and motioned for Wu Guojian to continue.

"There are a total of sixteen county capitals, such as Jiangnan County Capital and Pingnan County Du, which are the land of the Shengqing Dynasty. And Lei Zhuoran is the national teacher of the Shengqing Dynasty!"

"I used to be in the Shengqing Royal Capital, and I was also a well-known forger. I have the cultivation of the Xuanye Grandmaster, but I am also a Xuan-level forger, and I can create the highest Xuan-level best blade! That day, Lei Zhuoran found me and asked me to build a weapon for him, I didn't want to, so he proposed to challenge me in a fit of anger!"

"I didn't like this kid at the time, so I fought with him. But who would have thought that his cultivation had actually reached the Xuanhai realm, and I was defeated by him with one move. He defeated me, and it was not enough for me to be ruined, but he also broke my tendons and tendons and drove me out of the royal capital!"

Speaking of this, a trace of hatred flashed in Wu Guojian's eyes, but he was extremely helpless, obviously afraid of the other party's strength.

Later, he was even more unwilling to let me go, and sent someone to kill them all. I was disheartened, so I planned to cross the Kongming Mountain and go to the mortal world to recuperate. On the way, I met Xu Chen, he took me in, and healed my wounds, so I stayed in this Stormwind City. ”

As he spoke, Wu Guojian raised his hands and looked at the centipede-like scar on his wrist, and it was difficult to hide the hatred in his eyes.

"Although my hands and feet have been renewed after timely treatment, the kung fu has already fallen into three. Although there is still the cultivation of the Xuanye Grandmaster, in fact, he can only exert the strength of the Xuanye Consummation. There is no hope of revenge in this life!"

Yang Mucheng raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Old Wu, what if I can avenge you?"

"You?"

Wu Guojian shook his head.

"Emperor Yang, you are only in the late stage of Xuanye, although you killed Wu Jianyang and Xu Yefeng, you are definitely not Lei Zhuoran's opponent. Don't say it's Lei Zhuoran, it's me, and you may not be able to beat it!"

"In the martial arts world, if you want to dominate everything, you must occupy at least fifty percent of your own strength!"

In Wu Guojian's opinion.

Yang Mucheng killed Wu Jianyang, that was by virtue of his true ability. Killing Xu Yefeng may just rely on his army.

Yang Mucheng was silent.

Day.

To kill Xu Yefeng, he was indeed a little opportunistic and used the Dragon Pill. But now that his cultivation has grown to the late stage of Xuan Liquid, it is easy to kill Xu Yefeng, who has cultivated to reach the consummation of Xuan Liquid. As for Wu Guojian, who can only exert the strength of the Xuanye Perfection, he can also be defeated.

Thinking of this, he raised his eyes to look at Wu Guojian and said with a smile: "Old Wu, if I say, you are not my opponent, do you believe it or not?"

"Emperor Yang, it's not that the old man looks down on you, at your age, you can reach the late stage of Xuanye, that is, in the entire sixteen counties of the Holy Qing Dynasty, I have never seen such a genius. If you are given a few more years, you may be able to grow into an admirable existence, but now your strength is indeed not enough to make me afraid!"

Wu Guojian said, glanced at Yang Mucheng, who seemed to be smiling, and couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head.

"That's it!"

"Emperor Yang, if you don't believe it, the old man will accompany you to fight. If you win, I will follow you. If you lose, don't talk about it in the future, how about it?"

Wu Guojian is also an old man.

How did he not understand Yang Mucheng's thoughts.

At that time, Lei Zhuoran was not yet the national teacher of the Holy Qing Dynasty, and he could not take revenge. Now that the other party has become a national teacher, whether it is strength or power, it is many times larger than Yang Mucheng. Let Yang Mucheng go to the other party's Lei Zhuoran, undoubtedly hitting the stone with an egg!

There was no hope of revenge.

Naturally, I don't want to mention these things again, repeating the process of hope and despair.

"Good!"

Where did Wu Guojian know, Yang Mucheng almost didn't think about it, so he agreed. Glancing at this small courtyard, Yang Mucheng grinned and said, "Stormwind City is being rebuilt, and if we two Xuanye Martial Artists fight, I'm afraid that the entire Stormwind City will be razed to the ground." Why don't you find a place where no one is around?"

Wu Guojian was noncommittal, and nodded, but he secretly thought that Yang Mucheng would not give up if he didn't see the Yellow River.

(End of chapter)