Chapter 12: Excalibur

The aura in Ye Xiaochuan's body was chaotic, making him miserable, even though he was in a coma, his expression was still painful.

When the cyan light emitted from the mysterious ancient sword merged into his body, gradually, this pain was better.

This time, I was in a coma all night, and when I woke up, it was already noon the next day, and I felt that my neck was itching, and there was a gurgling sound in my ears.

He touched his nose and muttered, "Don't make a fuss, let me sleep a little longer......"

Before he finished speaking, he sat up as if he had been struck by lightning, and his hands immediately touched his body, not missing arms or legs.

At a glance, the meridians in the body are intact as before, and the spiritual power of the true yuan is like a trickling stream, slowly flowing in the meridians.

"What's going on? I remember going mad, and it looks like nothing happened. Could it be that I was dreaming last night?"

He looked around suspiciously, and when he turned his head, he saw a huge head behind him, he was not mentally prepared, and immediately screamed in fright.

The purring bird was frightened by his sudden scream, flapped its wings and flew up, and a few feathers fell from the air.

Ye Xiaochuan patted his chest and scolded: "Stinky bird, it almost scared me to death! I have to slaughter you today!"

With that, he got up and grabbed a rock and threw it at the purr bird hovering in midair.

The grunt bird flapped its wings and flew away, dodging lightly, and a purring sound came out of its mouth, as if it was laughing at Ye Xiaochuan.

Ye Xiaochuan was furious, bent down and went to pick up the stone again, but unexpectedly, as soon as he bent down and stretched out his hand, he saw a cyan long sword with a very clumsy style, a sword body more than three feet long, and a pattern full of inscriptions.

As he bent over and stretched out his hand, the strange long sword at his feet suddenly trembled.

Ye Xiaochuan was stunned, his mind was almost blank, and the next moment he saw the hilt of the ancient sword clearly, as if it was the weird hilt that he had buckled from the stone wall yesterday.

He clearly remembered that what he had lost yesterday was a sword hilt, and after only one night, the sword hilt grew out of the sword body on its own?

At that moment just now, he clearly saw the mysterious ancient sword under his feet tremble, could it be that he was dazzled? Could it be that there is something unclean on the cliff that no one has faced the wall in the past few hundred years?

This thought was fleeting, and he suddenly thought of an even more bizarre and absurd idea, and in order to verify his idea, his right index finger moved slightly, and almost at the same time, the ancient sword under his feet really trembled.

Ye Xiaochuan's face changed instantly, and he suddenly felt that a subtle connection had formed between himself and the mysterious ancient sword under his feet, and there was a feeling of flesh and blood.

His eyes widened in disbelief, still maintaining the strange appearance of bending down and reaching out to pick up the stone, about a dozen breaths, he suddenly waved his hand, and the ancient sword on the ground bounced up from the ground with a whoosh along with his arm, and at the same time, a faint dark blue luster emanated from the sword body.

Ye Xiaochuan felt that this ancient sword was like his own arm at this moment, and with his thoughts, the ancient sword was quickly shuttling and galloping in the air.

A long time passed, Ye Xiaochuan grasped the hilt of the ancient sword, and the divine sword started, and the feeling of flesh and blood was even more surging.

He finally realized an important problem.

"Lao Tzu has reached the fifth level of the realm of controlling things!"

His arrogant cry echoed on the cliff of the back mountain, excited, excited, proud, and so obscene and arrogant!

The fifth layer of control is the realm that cultivators dream of, and when they reach this realm, they can fly with their swords, travel thousands of miles a day, travel for nine days, and enjoy the world......

Ye Xiaochuan didn't have the slightest psychological preparation, suddenly reached the five-layer realm, got carried away, held the cyan ancient sword, danced on the cliff, collapsed and jumped, fell in love, and kissed the ancient sword more than ten times.

From this moment on, Ye Xiaochuan knew very well that he would officially enter the ranks of cultivators! When he cultivated the ancient classics on the stone wall with his heart, he would definitely be a blockbuster.

When the time comes, fairies, silver, and houses...... Everything you lack will come to you like a tidal wave!

The grunt bird squatted on the old pine tree with a crooked neck on the edge of the cliff, his eyes rolling drippingly, looking at the young man dancing on the cliff below, holding the ancient sword and touching and kissing, as if he was thinking, is this kid crazy?

"Wow!"

At this moment, an excited scream sounded, and I saw Ye Xiaochuan stepping on the fairy sword and rushing straight to the nine heavens, the wind blowing his hair and clothes, the tiger and the tiger were mighty, and he had the heroic spirit of looking down on the world and being proud of the sky!

"Bang!"

"Oops, hey!"

Ye Xiaochuan's first sword flight, he just flew less than three zhang, he didn't control the direction, he hit the stone wall headlong, and even the person with the sword fell the cliff, and he was hit by seven meat and eight elements.

He got up with a snort, and looked around with a thief's eyebrows, for fear that someone would see his embarrassment.

After a while, he picked up the fairy sword and muttered, "It seems that I have to practice the flying of the sword recently, otherwise it won't make people laugh off their big teeth?"

He ate the breakfast that the Gollum had brought him, and then he sent the Gollum Bird away.

Ye Xiaochuan sat cross-legged on the cliff, looking at the mysterious ancient sword with his hands in love, and suddenly, he found that on the sword body close to the hilt, there were obviously two ancient seal characters. When he made it closer, he recognized these two words.

"No Blade?"

He said to himself, "Could it be that the name of this fairy sword is Wufeng? ”

He remembered that when he found the hilt in the groove of the stone wall yesterday, there was indeed no sword body and blade, and he still hadn't figured out why the hilt had turned into a complete fairy sword after only one night.

Ye Xiaochuan suddenly had a thought, and said to himself: "Could it be that this Bladeless Divine Sword is different from an ordinary immortal sword?

He thought back to the way of the sword that his master, Drunken Daoren, had taught him all these years, and his mind slowly sank into the Bladeless Sword, and the feeling of blood connection made him almost think that the Bladeless Ancient Sword had become a part of his body.

"Collect your sword!"

He snorted.

I saw that as his thoughts moved, the blue light of the bladeless ancient sword flashed, and the sword body immediately disappeared without a trace, and only an ancient sword hilt was held in his hand.

Ye Xiaochuan was not only not surprised, but jumped up and shouted, "Out of the sheath!"

Sou!

The blue light lit up, and the sword body that had disappeared mysteriously just now instantly reappeared in an instant.

"Lao Tzu is developed!"

Ye Xiaochuan's excited screams soared into the sky for a long time. Perhaps the screams were too shrill and obscene, startling a flock of birds nesting around the rock walls.