At noon the next day, Dijiang Mansion, Li Yan and Li Youwei appeared in the mansion in plain clothes. Next to him, an old man followed him and covered his breath, which was no different from an ordinary person.

The little boy ran around, pouring water alone, and was very busy.

The land craftsman stood in the yard, looking at the forged sword body, frowned, a little dissatisfied.

Just as everyone was waiting, the pressure suddenly dropped in the world, and a surging and vast aura appeared, rising and falling in the void, and the whole body was surrounded by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, hazy and powerful.

Beside Li Yan, the old man's half-closed eyes suddenly opened, his brilliance jumped, staring at the figure in the void, and became alert involuntarily.

"Your Majesty, Your Highness, Your Highness, I am polite." A vague voice came from the void and said lightly.

Li Yan stood up, held his fists and bowed, saying, "Your Majesty, how can you ask for the title of the Lord?"

A word came out of the void of "天".

"Fan Zun"

Li Yan whispered, thought for a while, and was sure that he had never heard of this name. Next to him, Li Youwei and the old man who followed him also shook his head gently, indicating that he was not aware of it.

The little boy wanted to laugh, but he endured it very hard, and soon felt that he couldn't help it, so he hurriedly ran out.

"Come here to work," the land craftsman glanced at the little boy and said.

The little boy responded, ran to the bellows and continued to work, but his little head looked back from time to time, and then quickly turned around, wanting to laugh but not, and enduring the hard work.

In the front hall, the three of them talked for a long time, but the figures in the void never appeared. Li Yan didn't care. It's no wonder that many of the innate powerful people in this world have quirks, and it's nothing to do if they don't want to show up.

He doesn't care about these small things. What he needs to confirm is that there is such a strong man who is strong enough.

The old man next to him secretly said a few words, and Li Yan nodded with confidence.

Such a strong man is enough to surpass the second tribulation of the innate tribulation and approach the third tribulation.

In the world, most innate powerhouses generally stay in the stage of the first innate tribulation. There are not many second tribulations, and even fewer in the third tribulation.

In the hall, the three of them talked for the whole afternoon. Finally, Li Yan took Li Youwei and the old man to leave with satisfaction.

After the emperor left, the little boy finally couldn't help but stop pulling the bellows, ran back to the front hall, and laughed heartlessly.

The void rolled, Ning Chen walked out, looked at the little guy who was about to laugh, and had no choice but to step forward and rub the latter's head.

"Brother Ning, you promised to teach me two tricks." The little boy finally stopped laughing and said with a gaze.

"What do you want to learn?" Ning Chen asked.

"sword"

The little boy's eyes rolled and he said excitedly.

Ning Chen smiled softly. This little guy was quite smart. When he saw him coming to ask for a sword, he asked to learn it.

"Senior Land Craftsman, I'll borrow another sword." Ning Chen walked out of the front hall and looked at the old land Craftsman who was doing the last sword quenching.

"Take it yourself" the craftsman waved impatiently and said.

Ning Chen glanced at a row of weapons in the hall, waved his hand and flew out a three-foot green edge. The sword had no blade and the tip of the sword was also dull.

"Little fish, see clearly"

Ning Chen stretched forward plainly in his hand, then threw the sword in his hand into front of the little guy, and said, "Practice it."

The little boy turned his mouth up dissatisfiedly, which was too fooling and bullying the little boy.

"Boom"

At this moment, the courtyard in front of him was tiny and quickly cracked outward. When the little guy heard the sound, he collapsed with a loud bang.

The little boy is stupid, what's going on?

"I have no money." Ning Chen said consciously as he looked at the old man in the land craftsman.

"Xiaoyu, your monthly money for this year has been reduced by half." The land craftsman turned his gaze to the little boy and said lightly.

The little guy came back from the shock, and his little face felt bitter. He didn't have much money for his monthly money. This button didn't even have the money to buy new clothes.

Ning Chen was somewhat gloating and had no guilt as the culprit.

"Practice well, I'll go out and take a walk, maybe I can find a fight." After the words, Ning Chen's figure suddenly disappeared without a trace.

The little boy picked up the sword in front of him and used it like Ning Chen had just done. Looking at the wall in front of him, he couldn't help but curl his lips. The master taught the arts as the legendary ones, and the clouds were foggy.

What the little boy didn't know was that Ning Chen had the same sigh as him at the beginning, whether it was a sword worship, Prince Yan or Mu Bai, he just drew his sword and did not explain anything, and then he let him learn it himself.

At first, Ning Chen didn't understand, but later, he realized that some truths would be useful only if they had to understand them by themselves.

The true meaning of the sword is fast, accurate, and concentrated, not a difficult truth, but there are very few people in the world who can truly achieve it.

Only when the sword is drawn can the cultivation level on the sword be improved accordingly. Of course, this number varies from person to person.

The most legendary one is Prince Yan of Daxia. He has been studying swords for twenty-seven years and has achieved his own swordsmanship and is proud of his past and present.

The most amazing sword in the deserted city is like a lifelong sword. The sword is unparalleled in the world, ignoring the barriers of martial arts, and being in the world.

On this road, the achievements of the two have long looked down on the world and left the others behind.

In the Black Stone Sea, there was a tranquility under the moonlight. Ten miles away, Ning Chen held the Qingmo sword in his hand, ten miles apart, swung out a sword, and then turned around and ran away.

The next moment, an angry roar came out, and two figures flew up and quickly chased after them.

After a moment, the three of them had no idea how many miles they had been chasing. When they were chasing the two powerful men in the holy land, they were hesitant and did not dare to let go of their hands to chase them, worried that it was a plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain.

Soon, the two stopped chasing each other and returned to the Black Stone Sea.

Ning Chen also returned with him, and the Qingmo long sword swung and blew a gust of wind towards the Black Stone Sea.

The two powerful men in the holy land were flew out in anger, and they flew out again and chased after them desperately.

Ning Chen was prepared for a long time, and before the two of them started chasing, they had already run away without a trace.

After chasing for more than 700 miles, the two powerful men from the Holy Land stayed for a moment and returned again.

Then, Ning Chen came again.

The sword light fell like rain over the Black Stone Sea, and there was a tragic situation of dust covering the sky.

"You go and kill him, I'll guard here"

"kindness"

The figure that soared into the sky, with murderous intent on his body, rushed away quickly.

A cold curve crossed the corner of Ning Chen's mouth and quickly left.

He had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Above the wilderness, two roads rushed by, one in front and the other in the pursuit was extremely fierce.

After the distance was far enough, Ning Chen stopped and turned to face the powerful man who was chasing him. His figure flashed and he swept out with a sword.

There was a loud bang, and swords clashed, and dust rose everywhere, covering the figures of the two.

"Drink" Gou Yuan shouted angrily, and the sword forced his life, adding another ruthlessness.

Ning Chen waved his sword and raised it, swung the former, took steps, and another sword rushed out.

With fast fighting against strong people, swords and swords confront each other, sparks are roaring and shining.

Ning Chen's sharp sword in his hand was faster than the sword, his body was as illusory as he was, and the afterimage was shattered several times in a blink of an eye.

"Stronger"

Gou Yuan's eyes were even more murderous and fighting spirit. The sword was as heavy as a mountain, and the mountains were broken into pieces.

"The scroll of the earth, the earth turns thousands of times"

With a wave of hand, the earth roll reappeared, the earth shook, and the large pieces of earth that flew up constantly closed in the middle, trapping and killing the powerful people in the holy land.

Gou Yuan's eyes trembled, his feet were stepping thousands of feet, his sword danced in the universe, and his sword lights flew out, shattering the strange rocks in the earth and mountains.

However, in the terrifying waves, a sword appeared in front of you, silently, like a sickle that was deceased by the god of death, instantly reflected.

Gou Yuan's body shook, and the knife blocked his body. After an instant, the knife broke and his soul returned.

Ning Chen did not stop at all, and rushed towards the Black Stone Sea quickly. After arriving, he rushed straight into the room.

Two green jade trees grew quietly in the sea of ​​stone. Next to them, a strong man in black war suit guarded him. After seeing the figure appearing, his murderous intent was surging like a sea.

Gou Yuan did not return, but this person came back. There is no suspense about the result.

Unexpectedly, the one who lost was Gou Yuan, and this young strong man surprised him.

Ning Chen's expression was also very serious. The person in front of him was his real trouble. A strong man who was infinitely close to the third tribulation of the innate world was a big challenge for him.

Yuwen Xiao waved his hand and set a ban around the two green jade trees. He then held his hands in a low position. A pair of gold and silver long short swords flew out and fell into his hand.

Ning Chen's eyes narrowed, and his mother-child sword!

He has met many powerful people who use swords, but this is the first time he has encountered someone who uses mother and child swords. This one is hard to fight.

As soon as he stepped on his foot, his figure disappeared. When he appeared again, he had arrived in front of him. Ning Chen made the first move and wanted to test the mystery of the letter sword himself.

With a bang, the sky shook and the earth, countless black stones flew up all over the two of them, and were instantly cut into pieces by the scattered sword intent.

The moment the long sword confronted, the golden short sword drew a sharp edge, rushing an inch of danger, and sealing the throat.
To be continued...