Dongmen Xuande brought Mo Feng to the cellar. Mo Fan did not stand on ceremony. He walked straight to the sword area and plucked a four-foot-long ancient sword with pine patterns.
Shua!
The sword was unsheathed, glistening with a cold light. It shook slightly, emitting a dragon's roar.
"Good sword!"
Mo Fan praised before putting it back.
He had thought that he could just get some scrap metal, but Dongmen Xuande's stash changed his mind.
"Young hero!"
"That sword is called Clear Sky," Dongmen Xuande introduced."It was ten sixty years ago…"
" Oh," Mo Fan replied. He was not interested in history. The Clear Sky Sword was good, but the blade was too thin. It could not withstand the power of the Emperor Sky Warrior.
He casually took out a black sword without a scabbard. The sword was four feet and five minutes long and weighed more than seven hundred pounds. It had the charm of Mr. Jin Yong's heavy sword without a sharp edge.
It matched the domineering power of Emperor Heaven's Journey, but its toughness was too poor and could not last long.
" This sword…" Dongmen Xuande continued to introduce.
If it were not for the imminent invasion of Ni Shenyang, he would not have been willing to bring people to visit his private collection.
Every weapon here had its own story, leaving behind various legends in history.
Mo Fan searched for a long time, but he was not satisfied with any of the ancient swords. They were either too thin, too soft, too hard, or too short. They were unable to perfectly display the Confucian Sect's sword style.
No wonder the swordsmen in Thunderbolt didn't change their weapons easily. It was too difficult to find a sharp weapon that suited their needs.
"Looks like I have to find Nie Han to solve the problem at hand and ask that divine craftsman to help me forge a divine weapon that belongs to me.”Wind Void shook his head.
Nie Han's martial strength was at the ninth rank, but he was a top-notch swordsmith. The Sacred Weapon of the Three Religious Sects, the Heavenly Mirror, was forged by Nie Han, including the Oracle in the hands of the Deity Yu Xiaoyao and the Dharma in the hands of Jun Fengtian.
These peerless divine weapons were all polished by this person.
Just as Mo Fan was about to give up, he saw a rusty sword hanging in the corner of his eye. Its color was very close to the wall, making it difficult to notice.
Shua!
Wind Void circulated his strength and shook the rusty sword, causing it to emit a hoarse and difficult sword cry. The length, hardness, weight, toughness…none of them were to Wind Void's liking.
However, Mo Fan was speechless. Could it be that only scrap metal was suitable for him?
" Ah, this sword..." Dongmen Xuande thought for a long time before thinking of its origin."The sword has been rusted for two hundred years, and it is difficult to see the blade when it is covered in dust. Once the dust dissipates, the dragon scales will be formed after hundreds of refinement!”
"Young hero, this sword is ominous. It killed its master and stained the dust.”
Dongmen Xuande sighed. He had obtained this rusted sword by chance and invited several famous swordsmiths to examine it…The final conclusion he came up with was the poem's title.
As for why it was unknown, Alisritter could not say why, but he was sure that it was a thousand-year-old famous swordsman.
If not for that, he would not have been able to enter Dongmen Xuande's armory.
He had studied this rusty sword before. Not to mention cutting hair, it was difficult to even cut wood. When it collided with other weapons, it shattered into pieces.
The strange thing was that the iron scraps could heal themselves. If they were thrown aside, they would recover in two breaths at most. The noisy rust could not be wiped away or polished.
He set it aside.
"I'll take it." Mo Fan pouted.
Inauspicious? Kill their master?
What era is it now? Still so superstitious? It's fine as long as it's suitable. It's better to use it during the transition period than anything else. To solve the problem of chivalrous justice, I'll make a trip to Calm Wind Residence and ask Nie Han to forge a sword!
"Young hero…"
Dongmen Xuande was helpless." We're going to fight against the Divine Yang. Let's change to another one."”
"Just because the opponent is God Defying Yang, I can only use this one.”Mo Fan's tone was firm. It was still the same as before. Suit was more important than anything else.
Dongmen Xuande wasn't good at weapons and couldn't understand all kinds of mysteries. Seeing that Wind Void refused to compromise, he took the Clear Sky Sword and stuffed it into Wind Void's hands.
If they were to really fight, they would find that the rusty sword was not easy to use. God Rebel Yang was not an idiot. How could he let them change swords? It would not be wrong to prepare an extra sword.
Wind Void didn't decline, both swords tied to his waist.
The two of them left the cellar. Dongmen Xuande arranged a guest room for Mo Feng to rest. At the same time, he awkwardly said that he was only a shell of chivalry. God Yang had invaded several times, and the servants had long run away.
In other words, there were all kinds of clothes, food, housing, and transportation, but no one served them. They had to do whatever they wanted to eat.
Wind Void understood the situation of chivalry. Dongmen Xuande was equivalent to a commander of light.
Wind Void, who had been starving for almost three days, went to the kitchen and cooked all the dishes he could eat. After a hearty meal, he climbed into bed with satisfaction.
He would appear whenever Shen Yang attacked. This was called conserving energy!
Wind Void woke up in the middle of the night.
"Sign in!"
Mo Fan was about to obtain the fourth Cultivation Pill. He would do whatever he could to increase his cultivation. These were all his chips to fight against the God Defying Yang. He had finally accepted it.
No matter how much the system cheated him, it was still the capital for him to settle down. He had already accepted it calmly.
Mo Fan had already done the sprint, so he did not believe that there would be any more missions. Mo Fan felt that his nervous system had already reached the level of necrotic bone. He would be able to remain calm no matter what mission he was assigned to.
" Sign In Mission: Raise your head to the sky and roar I'm a big idiot, repeat 100 times!”
F * ck you!
Mo Feng stomped his feet. He had always thought that the system was training his shamelessness. Now, Mo Feng definitely thought that it was the system's bad taste!
"Host, please pay attention to your mental activity. You and I are one, and our divine sense is shared. If you have any thoughts of smashing the system, you will be a big idiot when you sign in for missions in the future!”
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