Wu Yuandaoren glanced at him and said: "Back then, the ancestor was a master of sword casting, how many people in the rivers and lakes begged him for a sword with a thousand gold but could not get it, and the wealth of the ancestor back then was only a hundred times more than now." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

He stretched out his hand and pointed to the long swords of different shapes that could be seen everywhere on the marble floor, and sighed: "Otherwise, where do you think the ancestor can use the precious real silver to refine the divine sword without restraint?"

Jian Chen was shocked: "Master, you mean...... Every sword here is made of real silver?"

True silver is refined from Mithril, and only one or two of a thousand taels of ordinary silver can be extracted, but a thousand taels of Mithril can only be refined to one or two of true silver.

Ou Yanye cast a thousand swords, so he had to chase the wind, and every long sword in this burial sword pool, the lightest one had to weigh ten catties, so calculated, wouldn't the wealth gathered by Ou Yanye make people's scalps tingle?

Wu Yuandaoren looked at him strangely, and said, "That's nature, if it weren't for casting a thousand swords from the same material, how did you think the wind came about?"

Looking at the long swords on the floor that were randomly placed and the night pearls on the ceiling, Jian Chen's face suddenly darkened.

It turns out that the real silver sword is not one, but ...... Thousands.

Wu Yuandao said to him: "Without further ado, the burial sword pond was originally only allowed to enter by the previous heads of the sword mound, and today the teacher brought you in, which can be regarded as an exception, you can choose one to take advantage of." ”

Jian Chen's face was bitter to the extreme, and he said in his heart that this choice is a real silver sword, and there is a must be a choice, Master, you might as well not make an exception......

Helplessly, he had no choice but to walk into the sword pile.

This ...... No, the shape of this sword is too much like a blood sword.

I can't tell it's a sword, but it's so big that I can't lift it......

Jian Chen wandered aimlessly in the burial sword pool, so uncomfortable that he was about to cry.

On the other hand, Wu Yuandao was very patient, and after ordering Jian Chen to choose a sword, he stopped talking, and stood alone with his hands in his hands, looking at the huge copper furnace in the middle and being stunned, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Jian Chen tried to call Master twice, but Wu Yuandao ignored him, it seems that today's sword has to be chosen, and if you don't choose, you have to choose.

Helpless, he had to accept his fate, thinking that he would close his eyes and grab a handful of errands, anyway, he would not need to go down the mountain in the future.

So he turned his heart sideways, closed his eyes, and stepped out in a big step, grabbing whichever one counts.

When he took this step, he suddenly felt as if he had stepped on something round under his feet, which caused the soles of his feet to slip and almost fall on all fours.

hurriedly stepped on the ground to stabilize his figure, and when he opened his eyes, it turned out that what caused him to almost fall was a short stick made of black paint that could not be seen.

I wondered in my heart, there were all swords in this buried sword pool, how could a short stick come out?

Take it in your hand, start with a heavy one, and the weight is far from proportional to the volume.

This time, Jian Chen's heart was even more strange, and he had a strong interest in this short stick.

Looking back, the master was still looking at the copper furnace, so he relaxed and studied the short stick wholeheartedly.

When you rub it with your hand, your palm is immediately stained with a layer of black substance, very much like wood that has been burned into charcoal.

I secretly said in my heart, is this a burning stick?

Fingers went down, but felt some rough lines on one end of the short stick, and even looked at it carefully.

It turned out that those lines were engraved on the tail of the stick, but the words were a little blurred under the cover of black charcoal gray.

Rubbing the tail of the stick on the shirt vigorously, the cyan shirt suddenly left a large black mark, and the handwriting on the tail of the stick was revealed a little, barely recognizable.

Thousand Blades.

On the tail of the stick, it was carved with a big seal so two big characters, and the thousand and the front were combined together, just enclosing the whole stick tail.

"Qianfeng?" Jian Chen was puzzled, no matter where he looked at it, this black short stick didn't seem to have anything to do with the word "Feng", right?

However, he held the end engraved with Qianfeng in his hand, but he felt that this short stick was extremely handy regardless of length and thickness, and because the end of the two characters of Qianfeng was engraved, it was even more because of the unevenness caused by the handwriting, which actually played an anti-slip role.

He took the Qianfeng short stick in his hand and waved it twice at will, extremely satisfied in his heart, and then remembered that the master asked him to choose one random weapon in this burial sword pool, he was even more jubilant.

This short stick is the weapon I chose!

Jian Chen thought overjoyed.

There is no need to choose a sword, this is naturally the best for him now, and Qian Feng is extremely comfortable to hold in his hand, even if he uses this short stick as his weapon in the future.

After all, the moves that can be performed with a sword can also be used on this short stick, it is only the size of the power.

"Master, Master, I've made my choice!"

Jian Chen held a short stick and trotted to Wu Yuandao.

Wu Yuandaoren turned around and said, "Oh? so fast?"

But seeing Jian Chen handing the short stick to him like a treasure, he couldn't help but be angry, "Nonsense, you are my Sword Shrine disciple, what are you doing with a burning stick?"

Jian Chen blinked, "Master, you said that you asked your disciples to choose anything in the burial sword pool, and this short stick is also something in this burial sword pool." ”

"Besides, this is not a burning stick, you see, it has a name, it's called Qianfeng!"

Afraid that Wu Yuandao would not agree, Jian Chen pointed out his discovery to Wu Yuandao.

Wu Yuandaoren snorted coldly: "What if it has a name? It is engraved with Wan Feng on it, and it is still a stick, you have practiced swords for thirteen years, and you are ready to change your stick method?"

Jian Chen had expected that the master would not agree easily, so he rolled his eyes at the moment, and said in a somewhat coquettish tone: "Master, the disciple is happy when he sees this short stick, so you can let the disciple keep it." ”

"Big deal...... It's a big deal, I also carry the Wind Chasing Sword, I usually have nothing to do with Qianfeng, and then use the Wind Chasing when facing the enemy, do you think it's okay?"

Wu Yuandaoren's eyes suddenly had a smile, for fear that he would see it, so he snorted vigorously and said, "This is what you said?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Jian Chen patted his chest and responded in a loud voice.

Wu Yuandao said: "Okay, then you can take it." ”

Jian Chen was overjoyed and said, "Thank you, Master!"

Immediately, Xi diligently hugged Qianfeng and retreated to the side and played.

Everything is over, Wu Yuan Daoren should take Jian Chen and walk outside the burial sword pond first.

He squinted, Jian Chen was still holding the short stick and couldn't put it down, and couldn't help but say, "Apprentice, there is something unknown for the teacher." ”

Jian Chen stared at Qian Feng intently, and said casually, "Master, please speak." ”

But I don't know...... What do you call the real silver stick...... What do you think?"

Boom...... While!

The black short stick Qianfeng fell to the ground and rolled out of the distance.