"Well, it seems to be true. So, you are so sincere and have a deep understanding of kendo?" Curled his lips disdainfully, Longjianshan obviously looked disbelief.
"No, be stronger than ordinary people."
"Then you are just Tianxuan Wuzhong, and we have all reached the peak of Shenzhao. You have practiced kendo for more than a hundred years, and you have cultivated it on a dog. It's not as good as us juniors!"
Long Jianshan looked at Zhuo Fan with a proud face and contempt, very arrogant. When the bird saw it, her eyes were cold and she snorted coldly in her heart, but she curled her lips disdainfully.
Idiot!
Luo Sifan also glared at him fiercely and scolded, "Longjianshan, why are you talking to your predecessors so rudely?"
Then, she looked at Zhuo Fan again, bowed down and apologizedly: "Uncle Blind, I'm sorry, I'm just like this. I'm spoiled. My niece will give you a gift when he waits..."
"It's okay. For so many years, I've seen a lot of people like this little fat man with eyes higher than the top. It's not a big deal!"
However, before she finished speaking, Zhuo Fan had already waved his hand with a smile and said, "I admit that I have spent most of my time in the past hundred years to understand kendo, and my cultivation has indeed stagnated a lot. But there is no way. Who let me be a mone halfway? In the past, I didn't know anything about swords, but now I can only double my understanding to go to the appointment to fight in those years!"
"Che, a Tianxuanjing, still make an appointment to fight, what can make an appointment to fight? Tell me about your opponent, and I'll go for you!"
"Longjian Mountain, shut up!"
Long Jianshan was speechless again and spoke arrogantly, but was reprimanded by Luo Sifan again. Xie Nianyang was even more and more shocked when he heard this: "What, senior, you are a half-way monk, and it's really a miracle that you can realize kendo to such a peak. I have never seen any spirit swords refined by a refiner. There are such perfect predecessors, as if they all have life.
"Hey, hey, hey, you have a vision, and you can actually feel the life in the sword. That's right. Over the years, I have relied on swordsmanship to understand kendo. Whenever you experience something, you must refine one to twelve grades. In this way, there have been tens of millions of swords for so many years. The spiritual sword in my hand is also more and more spiritual!"
The corners of his mouth curled up with a happy arc, and Zhuo Fan smiled with satisfaction: "It will probably be very soon. After I break through, I will be able to go to the hundred-year battle!"
Seeing this scene, Longjianshan curled his lips disdainfully and made a discordant voice again: "A Tianxuan cultivater who also uses his power to maintain his appearance, how can he have the strength to fight with others again? Go and die. Moreover, if you are like this young master, it is nothing to spend a little effort in appearance. The key is that you are mediocre or a blind man. Who will show you to maintain your young face?"
"I'm a young man with ambition. I don't need to maintain it. I just look like this!"
"Yes, yes, my parents are also ambitious teenagers. Unlike Zhuge's housekeeper and Uncle Li, they don't look old after a hundred years!" At this time, Luo Sifan also hurriedly interjected and played the round field.
Curled his lips disdainfully, Longjianshan didn't believe it at all: "How can this be the same? The leader of the alliance is only a hundred years old, and he is already the peak of soul fusion. This dead old man is also a hundred years old, but it's just a mystery. How can he not look old? I guess I've been maintaining my not handsome face all my life!"
As soon as this was said, the other two looked at Zhuo Fan carefully, but they were speechless.
Indeed, the higher the cultivation and the longer the life expectancy, the appearance will remain at the corresponding age stage. Just like Luo Yunhai has been at the peak of soul fusion and has lived for thousands of years, then a hundred years is just a child, and his face has always been young.
However, Zhuge Changfeng and others, after they were already aging, they got the opportunity to join the Luo family, and with the help of the Holy Spirit Stone, their cultivation was greatly increased. Although their life expectancy has been extended a lot, they have aged before, and if they do not use their own strength to restore their old appearance, they will always maintain their old appearance.
Most men disdain to use their own skills to maintain this shell, and only women love beauty. I'm afraid that their faces are better than their own lives, and they don't hesitate to spend their efforts to beautify their faces.
Therefore, the teenagers who are quite old but still young and invincible in the mainland must be ambitious. They have great cultivation at a young age and do not need to be destroyed by the years.
But Zhuo Fan, a Tianxuanjing cultivator, doesn't look like a young man?
But they didn't know that Zhuo Fan's true secret returned to his true self, and his cultivation retreated and his strength advanced. His real cultivation was actually the peak of soul fusion. If it hadn't been for the delay in the progress of cultivation because of enlightenment in the past hundred years, he would have reached the peak of Guiyuan by now.
"Uh, Uncle Blind, although Longjianshan has a bad mouth, what he said is still reasonable. Since you are going to the war appointment, there is no need to spend your skills on appearance. It's quite flashy..."
After a moment of meditation, Luo Sifan took a deep look at Zhuo Fan and laughed: "And strength is finally raised by cultivation. This kind of thing is done by the masters who have reached the peak. You'd better hurry up now... Oh, I have some Holy Spirit stones here. If you don't mind..."
With that, Luo Sifan was ready to take out the sacred product of cultivation from the ring, and the Holy Spirit Stone was handed to him.
However, with a sudden wave of his hand, Zhuo Fan suddenly interrupted her, and his face was unprecedentedly solemn: "Youniors, the way is in the heart, not in the strength. No matter what kind of way, a trace of epiphany is only a flash of spiritual light, and only at that time, on that time, on that life road, the past is gone, and you can't find it back. But it is very easy to improve cultivation. If you have enough resources and time, that's fine. So I spent a hundred years to understand kendo, instead of mentioning cultivation, because I know the importance. How far the road is, how far can you go, otherwise you will soon stagnate!"
"Che, it's just a mysterious world. What qualifications do you have to teach us a lesson?" Long Jianshan still looked disdainful, and the other two were slightly stunned and stunned. There was still some shock in their eyes, as if they didn't understand.
Ding!
Suddenly, a soft sound sounded, and the light in Zhuo Fan's hand flashed, and a seven-foot-long sword with a blue halo appeared, shining. The powerful aura spread out suddenly, which made the three juniors suddenly stagnate and were horrrible.
"This...this is..."
"The evergreen sword is seven feet and eight inches long, weighs nine jin and nine taels, and the number of ninety-nine is extremely high. Your father is the head of the Luo League. Benevolence and righteousness come first. Although he has the spirit of a king, he should not show domineering sharpness. This sword is called Evergreen, which can connect heaven and earth, show the emperor's majesty, and be graceful. It is the most suitable for your father's heart. Take it!"
Slowly touching the sword, Zhuo Fan raised his hand and handed it to Luo Sifan: "I haven't seen you for many years. This is my birthday gift to him!"
The pupils couldn't help shrinking together. The three juniors were suddenly in a trance by the blue of the long sword, and even their mood calmed down. Even the most noisy Longjian Mountain couldn't stop being stunned at this moment, completely stunned. It seems that this sword has a breathtaking power that makes it difficult for them to look away at all.
It was not until a long time later that Xie Nianyang couldn't help but shout in horrify: "This is... the twelve-grade spiritual soldier, which is rare in five states, and absolutely the most perfect kind!"
"What, the twelfth grade?" The other two people were also horred when they heard it.
"Ha ha ha... Didn't I say that I understand kendo, that is, from the first grade to the twelfth grade. Well, now you can take the sword and leave!"
The corners of his mouth curled slightly. Zhuo Fan threw the sword into Luo Sifan's arms, and then gently pushed it. A gentle palm wind suddenly pushed the three of them out of the door: "Also, don't tell your father that you have seen me. You don't have to come again. There is a generation gap between us, and we can't talk about it!"
Touch!
With a soft sound, the door was closed fiercely. The three of them couldn't help shaking gently, and they were all a little confused. It took a little time before I realized it. Looking at the blue sword in his hand, the surprise in his eyes was slow to dissipate!
What's going on? Our three divine light realms were actually pushed out by a Tianxuan cultivator, and there was no reaction at all. It's so strange.
Looking at each other, the three of them were cold in their hearts, and then staring at the long sword for a little time, Luo Sifan bowed down again: "Thank you for the kindness of the sword, the great kindness and virtue, the younger generation dare not forget it. Today, the juniors will say goodbye first. When we are destined to come, we will definitely repay the kindness of the seniors!"
When the words fell, the three looked at each other and left here with joy.
Finally, I didn't come here in vain this time, and I succeeded in asking for a sword. Her father will be very happy to give such a rare famous weapon to her father as a birthday gift.
"Sparrow, let's leave!"
Feeling the footsteps of the three people leaving, Zhuo Fan pondered a little and sighed unconsciously.
Can't help being stunned, the bird looked strange: "Father, didn't you say..."
"Alas, there are only Leiyin Pavilion in the last sword star imperial capital, leaving only the eight wind caves of heaven and earth. The recoil formation of the whole five states has almost been arranged. The moment we finally take down the Sword Star, it is time for us to return to the sanctuary. Before that, I don't want to disturb their peaceful life anymore!" Slightly pondering a little, Zhuo Fan made a sound quietly.
Looking at him deeply and understanding his intentions, the bird also nodded faintly.
But at this moment, with a shout, the world changed greatly, and a fierce momentum suddenly swept into this secret town.
With a trembling eyebrow, the bird looked up at the sky and said strangely, "What a bad spirit, the other party is not a good person. It's just that how can such a person be attracted in this corner place?"
"Sparrow, those little ghosts are pregnant with strange treasures and ostenting in the market. I don't know how deep the sky is. I'm afraid they will go wrong. You can take care of it!" After pondering for a long time, Zhuo Fan suddenly let out a faint voice.
Looking at him, the bird nodded slightly, and then stepped out of the room, chasing the direction where the three of them left. At this moment, the three of them didn't know that disaster was coming. They still held the evergreen sword and walked on the mountain path with an excited face. From time to time, you robbed me. They were all full of excitement and couldn't let go of love...