Author: Jiang Shangjing

After a while.

Mo Ye led Jiang Yuan and the others to the basement.

Then he pushed open another stone wall.

Through the gaps in the stone wall, precious light shone in all directions, and a cold light reflected in Jiang Yuan's pupils.

Seeing this scene, Lao Ma exclaimed: "As expected of Mo's Iron Shop, which has a history of hundreds of years, it actually contains so many magical weapons."

Mo Ye also said proudly.

"These are some weapons that our family has inherited from generation to generation and were accidentally made and preserved. Each of them can be called a real magic weapon. It can cut iron like mud, blow hair and break hair. The so-called thousand

Compared with it, the Forged Dragon Spring Sword is like a firefly and a bright moon..."

Gu Mo also nodded in agreement.

Seeing the room full of magic soldiers, there was a trace of heat in his eyes.

In particular, those ancient swords that shone with cold light firmly attracted his attention, making him unable to move his gaze at all.

At this time, Jiang Yuan also showed a hint of surprise in his eyes.

In his sight, among the room full of magical weapons, there was an ancient sword that seemed to stand out from the crowd, firmly attracting his attention.

The ancient sword was completely blue and was deeply embedded in a black stone connected to the earth. Only half of the sword body and hilt were exposed.

In Jiang Yuan's sight, there were countless strands of golden aura entwining around this ancient sword.

At a glance, you can't tell how many strands there are.

Is this the power of luck?

How can an ancient sword gather so much power of luck?

Jiang Yuan was extremely surprised.

Could it be that the previous owner of this ancient sword had extraordinary innate luck?

And this sword had been with him day and night.

Otherwise, how can we explain why an ancient sword can gather so much power of destiny?

Thinking of this, Jiang Yuan walked into the secret room.

Pointing to the ancient sword filled with golden aura in his eyes, he said: "Master Mo, this sword looks extraordinary! Does it have any unusual origin?"

Mo Ye glanced at Jiang Yuan.

"Young Master Jiang has great eyesight. The most precious thing in this secret room is this ancient sword, named Ganjiang!"

"General?" Jiang Yuan said in surprise.

"Yes, it's Gan Jiang! According to my genealogy, this sword was made by my ancestor of the Mo family."

Jiang Yuan stared at the sword and said, "Then can I choose this sword?"

Mo Ye nodded: "Yes! It is said in the family tree that if anyone can pull out this sword, they can take it away! But"

"But what?"

Mo Ye thought for a while and said: "But this sword has a spirit. No one can pull it out unless it is recognized by the sword. Mr. Jiang, you probably can't pull it out."

Jiang Yuan smiled: "Then let me try!"

After saying that, he came to the ancient sword.

Holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, he thought silently in his mind.

【absorb!】

In an instant, wisps of golden aura quickly flowed into his hand, and were absorbed in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Yuan pulled his arm outward with force, but the ancient sword in his hand did not move at all.

Mo Ye shook his head and said: "I told you, it can't be pulled out! Over the years, countless people have tried, but so far no one has been able to pull out this sword!"

Jiang Yuan said nothing and used his arms again.

boom!

The ground beneath their feet shook slightly, and everyone's figure swayed slightly.

Mo Ye looked at Jiang Yuan in shock.

This force is so powerful!

This kid actually hides it so deeply. No wonder I didn't feel very good just now.

Jiang Yuan slowly released his hands and shook his head: "It's true that I can't pull it out!"

Gu Mo said with burning eyes: "Young Master, let me try!"

"good!"

Jiang Yuan nodded slightly and stepped aside.

Then he opened his own panel and took a look.

【Name】:Jiang Yuan

[Realm]: Seventh Level of Body Forging Realm

[Innate Luck]: Boundless longevity (purple) Body of dragon and tiger (blue) Outstanding understanding (green)

[Power of Luck]: 38 rays

【Lucky Seed】: None

Thirty-eight strands, so many?

Jiang Yuan's eyes narrowed, and he was extremely surprised.

This result was somewhat beyond his expectation.

You must know that the power of luck gathered in Gu Mo before was only a dozen strands.

And the power of destiny gathered in this ancient sword is as high as thirty-eight strands.

The difference between the two is nearly three times.

However, the power of luck in Gu Mo is renewable, and a ray can be gathered every day.

The power of luck on this ancient sword is probably not regenerable and can only be regarded as a one-time harvest.

At this moment.

Suddenly, Mo Ye's exclamation came to Jiang Yuan's ears.

"This is impossible!!"

Jiang Yuan heard the sound and looked over quickly.

I saw the ancient sword that just didn't budge no matter how hard I pulled it out.

The sword was swung freely in Gu Mo's hand, and for a moment the cold light in the room flickered, and the sword aura was fierce.

As for Mo Ye, his face was full of shock and disbelief.

Jiang Yuan smiled and said: "Master Mo, do what you just said still count?"

Mo Ye composed himself: "Of course it counts! Of course I will abide by the ancestral rules!"

Then he looked at Gu Mo and said: "This sword belongs to you from today on. I hope you can take good care of it and not lose the reputation of this sword."

Gu Mo nodded and said: "That's natural. The sword is my second life. How can I not cherish it!"

Hearing Gu Mo's words, Mo Ye felt reassured instantly.

Then he said: "Follow me, I have prepared a scabbard for you. Remember not to draw the sword at will in the future. This sword has a lot of background. If someone who knows the sword sees it, your life may be in danger."

Gu Mo nodded.

Then, Mo Ye walked to the wall, pressed the bricks a few times, and a hidden grid instantly popped up.

He took out a scabbard and threw it to Gu Mo.

"Then, the scabbard has the effect of condensing the breath. Once it is sheathed, no one can recognize the origin of the sword."

Jiang Yuan raised his hand and said, "Thank you very much, Master Mo, for the generous gift!"

He waved his hand: "It's all just about following the ancestral rules! Let's go!"

"Then I'll take my leave!"

Jiang Yuan cupped his hands.

Then he walked out of Mo's Iron Shop in a happy mood.

This trip was fruitful. Not only did I unexpectedly gain thirty-eight strands of luck.

Gu Mo also unexpectedly obtained a magic weapon with great background.
To be continued...