Chapter 47： Long weapon (1/2)
When I came to the Twin Gods Square, there was no Yang Jianwei and others practicing swords here, and the atmosphere was much happier. People who played were watching stone statues or reading the text on the inscription.
Jiang Chen's purpose is to keep three well-preserved sword marks.
Standing in front of the stone wall, Jiang Chen watched the sword marks at close range. It was an oblique cut from top to bottom. The cut surface was not affected by time, and was still smooth and neat.
There are also eight big words below: touch is forbidden, and the consequences are at your own risk.
On the contrary, it aroused people's curiosity. Some people picked up the branches and stretched out. When they approached the sword marks, the branches broke silently.
”So strong!”
Jiang Chen was taken aback. Someone in the nine-day continent reached this level of swordsmanship. Wushen Mountain really deserved these three words.
”It's too noisy.”
Under the sword marks are all people, Jiang Chen can only bite the bullet and feel the sword in it.
It turns out that it really works. Many feelings are like countless flowers blooming in Jiang Chen's heart, but when he wants to go further, the noise makes him interrupt.
”Ugh.”
Jiang Chen had to give up temporarily and walk to a place with few people.
Unconsciously, Jiang Chen found a strange place. There was a deep groove on the square, which extended to the mountain. There was also a mouth that was not more than half a finger wide.
”Is this one-size-fits-all?”
Jiang Chen stepped aside and saw what was going on. Someone cut it down, splitting the ground and the mountains.
He stood in front of the mountain, and the end of the crack was not dark, but he could see the scenery on the other side, indicating that the power of the sword penetrated the whole mountain.
Suddenly, Jiang Chen's complexion changed greatly, and he was rushed towards him by a mighty knife, as if he was running through his body.
He couldn't help raising his right hand, and he was eager to have a knife in his hand.
”Yeah! My right hand is not sensitive enough to swords, but it doesn't mean that other weapons aren't working. I'm stubborn!”
Jiang Chen is sure that he has a unique understanding of the knife path in his right hand.
He took another look at the sword marks over there, and said, ”Wait until the night when no one is here, and come here to feel the sword.”
Then he followed Hong Feiyu to leave Wushen Mountain.
That night, Black Dragon City, Ningfu.
The news of Jiang Chen's arrival in Kowloon City was known by the elder lady, and he knew that he would join Tiandaomen.
”Just the kid who came out of the 100,000 mountains, also wants to join the Heavenly Way Door?” Laozhu dismissed.
”It looks like there is something to do. Call Ning Ping.” The lady groaned for a moment and said aloud.
Soon, seventeen-year-old Ning Ping came to the hospital and was led by the maid to the elder lady.
The old lady also practiced, but then the husband and her husband kept her realm in Juyuan Realm forever.
However, Ning Ping did not dare to pretend, and even dared not to breathe hard.
The elaborate means of the old lady are no stranger to everyone at Ning.
Not long ago, I took the veins of others, cut them first and then played them, hiding everyone from Ning. After the event, the elders in the government couldn't say anything.
After all, it was Ning's disciples who gained the veins, which is a good thing for Ning.
Many people praised Madam's approach for Ning's rapid development in the next ten years.
Ning Haotian, with his veins, is bound to become a peerless powerhouse, leading Ning to the top.
”Ning Ping, I heard that you are going to participate in the selection of disciples in Tiandaomen this year?” The old lady glanced at him, and arbitrarily changed her position and lay down.
Ning Ping nodded and said, ”Yes, my nephew also wants to follow in the footsteps of Brother Haotian and become a disciple of Heaven.”
”There is one thing you need to accomplish.”