"Young man, the swordsmanship is good!" The other party looked at Han Feng without any malice.

I saw the person in front of me, with bright eyes and energetic spirits, with crane hair and a childish face, white eyebrows and white beards, a white robe without wind, and a fairy-like appearance, with a giant sword on his back, and it seemed to be taller than a human being. At first glance, he was a top master. Han Feng hurriedly visited him.

Venerable Jian Ao: He learned swords at the age of seven, participated in the Huashan Sword Contest at the age of fourteen, became famous with one sword, and dominated the number one master of the Jianghu Sword Sect for more than fifty years. No one could defeat him. Later, he hid in the East China Sea and had no news anymore.

"Sword Ao Venerable?"

Han Feng looked at the other party's introduction and asked in surprise.

"It's just below!" Venerable Jianao let go of the Ben Lei Sword, stroked the beard on his chest, and looked like he was domineering like this. "Did you worship in front of that tombstone?"

When Han Feng saw the other party questioning, he was shocked. He didn't know whether to answer or not. Thinking about the introduction of the mission, and then looking at the appearance of the Jianao Venerable in front of him, Han Feng nodded and signaled that it was exactly the following.

Seeing Han Feng nodding, Venerable Jian Ao squinted his eyes and said to Han Feng with a smile: "Not bad...not bad...can you tell me what to ask for to worship that tombstone?"

Han Feng thought that since he told him that he had worshipped, it would be fine to tell him the reason. So Han Feng would enter the Hero Spirit Tomb and give it to Venerable Jianao, but he wiped out the story of the people who laughed at him.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

After hearing Han Feng's words, Venerable Jianao suddenly burst into laughter, "Young man, that father does not refer to his father, but my master, that is the tomb of my enlightenment teacher!"

As Venerable Jianao spoke, he fell into endless memories, and kept saying, "My teacher has taken in total four of us disciples. I am the youngest. After the four of us have finished learning, the other three left one after another, and I chose to stay by my master's side with him. Every day, my teacher will personally guide me. Those days are the happiest days in my life."

When he said this, Han Feng clearly felt the expression of Venerable Jianao suddenly turned cold, and a surge of murderous aura spread out and disappeared in an instant. Han Feng was uneasy and couldn't figure out the other party's final intention, so he could only continue listening quietly.

"My teacher has a unique skill that was passed down from ancestors, called Ao Jian Jiu Jie. According to legend, if I could learn this sword move, I could use a sword to Ao Jiuzhou, which was unstoppable! I wonder where the three men learned about the sword move of their master and made an appointment to come to the mountain to ask for it. The master said that they were too skillful and could not learn this sword move, so they refused to hand it over. They actually poisoned the master to death. That night, I raised my sword and killed them, and the remaining one escaped seriously. The master smiled and touched my head, telling me not to cry, and before his death, he told me that what he gave me daily was Ao Jian Jiu Jie!"

"My name is used to commemorate my teacher!" After saying that, Venerable Jianao closed his eyes, raised his head and took a deep breath, slowly opened his eyes, and looked at Han Feng and said, "I didn't expect that you would worship in front of your teacher's tomb. I can only say that this is the fate of you and me."

When Han Feng heard this, he wanted to ask the other party how he knew that he was worshiping in front of his master's tomb. He also thought that since the other party could live at such a big age, he must have outstanding points, so he didn't ask.

"Can you follow me to worship at the teacher's tomb?" Venerable Jianao patted Han Feng's shoulder and asked calmly.

Looking at the Venerable Jianao in front of him, listening to his heartfelt words that were sobbing and crying, Han Feng felt very sympathetic, and a trace of the Venerable Jianao disappeared, "Yes!"

Venerable Jianao flew into the air with his sword, grabbed Han Feng and flew straight towards the tomb of Heroes.

In Han Feng's concept, there was only a blink of an eye. Venerable Jianao had already taken him and landed steadily in front of the stone tablet he had worshipped. Not far away, the hunchbacked old man swept the floor, turned his head and looked here, continued to lower his head, and swept the ground.

Venerable Jianao stood quietly in front of the stone tablet and knelt down slowly, "My master, I'm here to see you!" As he said, "Dong Dong Dong" kowtow three times in a row, stood up, turned to Han Feng and said, "Young hero, thank you for letting me recall the warm memories of the past again. Alas, my sword is damaged now, if it can be intact, I will show you the master's master's Nine Skills. Unfortunately, many people said that I would help me, and I don't know when it will take to wait for Qiu Shui to recreate the glory of that day."

At this time, the system automatically popped up the task panel in Han Feng's mind.

Mission name: Sword Master’s thoughts

Mission content: Help Jian Zun find three thousand-year-old black irons.

Mission reward: Sword Master teaches the Nine Skills of Ao Jian.

Judging from the other party's tone, it seems that many people should have received this only task, but no one has completed it so they can take on the task until someone completes it. Even if those players find the thousand-year-old black iron, they will not be able to hand over the task.

Three thousand-year-old black iron?

Han Feng lowered his head and thought about it. He remembered that there seemed to be a hundred or eighty-yuan thing in his storage box. Anyway, it was an NPC, so there would be no exposure or not, so he just gave it to him.

After thinking about it, Han Feng smiled and said, "If you don't mind the trouble, please take me back to Qingyuan Village. I have a few thousand-year-old black iron there."

Han Feng thought to himself, I only need three yuan? I really don’t have the ability to challenge. If I want three hundred yuan, I really can’t get it.

"What? You actually have a thousand-year-old black iron? How is it possible?" Before he finished speaking, the Jianao Venerable grabbed Han Feng excitedly without waiting for Han Feng to react, and flew towards Qingyuan Village with a high speed. Even why Han Feng had a thousand-year-old black iron was not inquired about.

Han Feng only felt the sound of wind in his ears, and the strong airflow made his face sore. Just when Han Feng was about to hold on, Venerable Jianao stopped on a small hill.

"I won't go to Qingyuan Village, I'll wait for you here!" Venerable Jianao said quietly, then sat on the ground and entered a state of meditation.

Han Feng nodded and turned around and ran towards Qingyuan Village.

When he arrived at Qingyuan Village, Han Feng first went to the tailor's house to buy a large piece of rag, and then rushed to the storage box. From the storage box, he selected three thousand-year-old black iron. Han Feng wrapped it hard with the rag, turned around and ran back.

"Senior, this is the thousand-year-old black iron!"

Venerable Jianao slowly opened his eyes and took the thousand-year-old black iron handed over by Han Feng. "It's really the thousand-year-old black iron! It's really the thousand-year-old black iron! My autumn water can finally be resurrected!" Venerable Jianao could no longer suppress his inner excitement and wanted to come up and kiss Han Feng hard. Of course, due to the same gender, Venerable Jianao did not do this.

Han Feng scratched his head and looked at the excited and abnormal appearance of Venerable Jianao, feeling puzzled.

Is this thing valuable? I still have more than 200 yuan in my warehouse...

Han Feng thought about this and still didn't tell Venerable Jianao what to do if this guy goes crazy and insists on robbing him? It's better to be low-key, but this is not the worst. If Venerable Jianao knows that he has been looking for for a lifetime, he probably hides in his warehouse and dies without vomiting blood? That's really a loss!

Han Feng suddenly realized that he was no longer so depressed, and his whole mentality would be much better. No wonder Wang Qiang and Gao Jun were both happy all day long.

Just as Han Feng was thinking about it, Venerable Jianao opened the rag and placed three thousand-year-old black iron in the shape of a font on the ground.

The excited Venerable Jianao was crying in tears at the moment when he saw the thousand-year-old black iron, "It's been nearly a hundred years! I haven't found even a tiny bit of the thousand-year-old mysterious sky, my autumn water! Today, you can finally recover!"

Venerable Jianao calmed down, calmed his excitement, pulled out the Qiushui sword from behind, and inserted it into the middle of the shape of the Pin character. He made a spurt of the yang fire in his hand, instantly spurted out from Venerable Jianao's mouth, wrapping the entire thousand-year-old black iron and the sword together. "Danyang True Fire!"

When Han Feng heard the Venerable Jianao say it, he understood a little. The official website of "Tianxia" once announced that if you want to refine magical weapons, you either find a stove to forge it, or have a cultivation level of the Golden Elixir stage with two levels higher than the body refining stage, and cultivate your own elixir fire in your body, and you can also wake up and refine it.

Seeing that Venerable Jianao actually used the alchemy fire, Han Feng understood that the other party's strength was at least above the Golden Elixir Stage. No wonder Venerable Jianao was still alive for so long. Seeing Venerable Jianao so powerful, Han Feng couldn't help but be full of confidence and expectation for his next practice.

Looking at the Qiushui sword in the hands of Venerable Jianao, Han Feng was very suspicious that the thing was actually a sword? Just now, Venerable Jianao was the sword that was used to control it? Why did it look like a broken dagger?

Han Feng only felt the burning air waves produced by the elixir fire, even more intense than the inner elixir he felt when he took the thousand-year-old fox spirit. Han Feng, who felt that his body could no longer withstand the heat waves, took a few steps back before he felt a hint of chill.

The sword prose in Venerable's hand continued to change, and the shape of the flames continued to change. Han Feng could vaguely see that after a period of burning, the thousand-year-old black iron had begun to melt, and all the iron water flowed to the sword body of Qiushui Sword, wandering around along the sword body, gradually sinking into the sword body itself, and the sword body of Qiushui Sword gradually stretched and gradually became its original appearance.

I don’t know how long it took, but three thousand-year-old black iron finally completely integrated into the Qiushui sword of Venerable Jianao.

"Awake!"

Venerable Jian Ao bit his tongue and sprayed a trace of blood on the Qiushui Sword. Suddenly, Qiushui Sword made a long and loud roar, like a dragon coming out of water, resounding throughout the sky.

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PS: Bamboo will be forced to withdraw from the category next week. I will be a little excited when I recommend it for the first time. Haha, I will tell you in advance. At that time, you must come and support the bamboo. If you have money, you can support the money. If you don’t have money, you will be very excited. Oh, the bamboo has lost money. Haha, it’s a joke. As long as you have come, even if you sign, Zhuzi will be excited for a while!

Haha, it's a new day to ask for some votes~~~~
Chapter completed!