The harvest is very poor. The long sword is less than a hundred times of refining, and the two broken swords are even worse.

No matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat. Chen Xinghe has never been picky about it as a country child.

He stretched out his right hand and held the sword body, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He didn't see how he moved, but his heart beat ten times. When he opened his eyes, the three long swords became mottled.

"Huh...relieved a little!"

Chen Xinghe felt that the pain on the back of his hand was slightly suppressed, and his heart became much brighter.

After stumbled and got more than a dozen weapons.

I didn't say anything, I fed it all to my right hand. I guess I'll survive this strange disease and stabilize it.

"What is that?" Chen Xinghe looked forward in surprise, with a figure half-kneeling there, clean within three meters, and a large number of corpses lying three meters away.

"This, this, this..." The scene in front of him was too terrifying. Chen Xinghe was so scared that he lay on the ground, afraid that the person in the center of the corpse would still be alive, so he threw out his long sword from afar and was finished.

"Wait, sword?"

"That's Qingyuan's third true legend, his sword is stuck by his side?"

Chen Xinghe looked at it for a long time and confirmed that the third true legend of Qingyuan Sect was killed in battle. He was brave enough to crawl over with his hands and feet.

When he approached this pride Qingyuan, who was in his twenties and looked in his prime, and was on the battlefield, a sense of respect arose in Chen Xinghe.

"Oh! What a hero. He is invincible alone. He is caught in a siege and has no retreatment." Chen Xinghe sighed: "Brother, I am short of money and plagued by illness. The Qingyuan sword beside you can help me suppress my illness, so..."

He stood up and held his fists without hesitation, holding Qingyuan sword inserted on the ground.

This grip is amazing, I just feel comfortable all over, so comfortable...

"Incredible, this... this sword is my magic medicine for curing diseases." He was ecstatic, and lay down with his sword in his arms, closed his eyes and took deep breaths, taking deep breaths...

Gradually, strange feelings arise.

I clearly saw lights with my eyes closed, and the lights kept flashing, drawing a rugged path in a certain direction.

Chen Xinghe was thinking about what was going on, and his feet slid a little, so he rolled and crawled on the path and finally "falled".

"ah!"

This experience was so bizarre that he was so scared that he opened his eyes quickly and was shocked to find himself sitting in a dark room, with bean-sized candlelight swaying in front of him, and the sandalwood burner on the table rose from the blue smoke.

"Where is this? Why did I get here all at once?"

When Chen Xinghe stood up, he was surprised to find that his body was not in the right position.

He is a seven-foot man, quite tall, but now he is shorter out of thin air, and...

"No, what's going on? Such an old hand..." He was excited and his mouth was gushing black blood, and a fishy smell appeared in the air.

Someone outside the door exclaimed: "Great Elder, are you okay?"

Chen Xinghe was frightened and forced himself to calm down.

"What's wrong? Someone is guarding outside the door and calling me the Great Elder? I'm the only one in this room. I'm not calling a ghost, right?"

"Ahem, it's okay..." Chen Xinghe felt that he should say something at this time, so he said it casually.

"Disciple is waiting outside the door, and I hope the elder will use his skills to heal his wounds quickly." The voice was filled with a hint of anxiety.

Chen Xinghe sat down and shouted in his heart: "Damn, why did I run to Sha Qinghe, the elder of Qingyuan Sect? There is a story about resurrecting the soul with a corpse in the story of demons and ghosts. Could it be... am I dead?"

Thinking of this, Chen Xinghe wished he could cry to death.

This is too much. He is less than eighteen years old. Although he is working hard on weekdays, he is still young and young. Who can bear it?

"I suffered a loss! I suffered a great loss! I don't want to be so old." Chen Xinghe suddenly stopped thinking and said to himself: "No! How did I know that the owner of this body is Sha Qinghe, and he is also the Great Elder of the Qingyuan Sect? By the way, my body should be not far from here, right?"

"Wait, this Shaqinghe is poisoned."

"Very toxic?"

Chen Xinghe was so scared that he was trembling and felt miserable: "This is too unlucky. It's okay to revive the soul through a corpse, it's okay to forget it, and it's too old, and it's even poisoned, and it's not long!"

"It's definitely not long! No, it's because this old man has died, otherwise how could I resurrect myself by borrowing a corpse?"

Thinking of this, Chen Xinghe's face turned ashen and his lips turned completely purple.

He doesn't want to die, he really doesn't want to die!

If you don’t want to die, you have to save yourself. How to save yourself?

At this moment, Chen Xinghe found that he could sense the life, martial arts, and many mixed thoughts of the great elder of Qingyuan.

Although there is no time to study many things, the internal strength that you have been practicing for a lifetime is ready to use.

"The internal power of Qingyuan School, the Zixiao Foundation-building Magical Art?"

"It's so complicated. You need to open up 308 acupoints on your body, so as to penetrate the eight extraordinary meridians and the two Ren and Du meridians, and you can enhance your skills and become a top-notch master."

"Tongming, Yangguan, Haoran, Xuanxu."

"A master in the martial arts world needs to cultivate four realms. This elder Sha Qinghe practiced hard all his life and got the opportunity twenty years ago. Only then could he barely enter the Haoran realm and be considered a first-class master."

"But it's hard to make progress at this point. It can only be maintained for twenty years. Zixiao's true qi is not mellow enough and cannot open up the Shangjiao point."

"Even so, this elder Sha Qinghe is a person who is very afraid of all sects and sects, and he is respected in the Qingyuan Sect. It is precisely because he is difficult to deal with that, Tiandiyuan used tricks to destroy most of the old man's skills with severe poison."

"No wonder, no wonder the major sects are in a hurry to attack. It turns out that this elder Sha is unable to fight."

"So shameless! He actually used poison."

Chen Xinghe cursed and quickly used his energy to heal his wounds.

This sensation of qi suddenly felt the body boiling, as if it was leading a purple river to rush.

"So strong! The body looks weak, but in fact you can open the stone with just one blow."

"What a mysterious skill, so a true qi."

Soon after practicing the work for a whole week, Chen Xinghe felt the yin and coldness in his body, and he kept feeling dirty and sluggish.

"What kind of poison is this? Why is it so difficult to deal with..." He really didn't want to die, even if he became an old man, he didn't want to die.

The mysterious skill of madness will soon be another day.

However, the poison is too fierce and the feeling of coldness is stronger.

At this time, Chen Xinghe diverted his attention and shouted in his heart: "Is there any medicine? You, a great elder, should you have precious medicine around you?"

He concentrated on sensing everything about Shaqinghe and found that the elder had long realized that the Qingyuan Sect was unstable and that other sects had produced all kinds of disgusting, so he transferred his belongings in advance and divided them into three to deposit them into Wanbao Money House.

Two of them are used as the expenses for grandchildren to go to a foreign land to settle down, and the other is left for the third true teaching Xu Song.

"The Third True Legend?" Chen Xinghe was very surprised. At this time, he saw the Qingyuan Sword in his mind.

"It turns out that this sword comes from Sha Qinghe, and is a weapon to accompany him to travel around the world. He taught it with all his heart because he loved Xu Song, and passed it down with this sword that he had been with him for many years."
Chapter completed!