A Million Possible

Pushing open the glass door, passing through the halo of the shining led sign on the ground, Cheng Lin walked out like an ordinary guest as much as possible.

Standing at the door, he took out his mobile phone, pretending to be playing Didi, and randomly lit the screen with his left hand, but stuck his right hand in his trouser pocket.

It seemed that he was no different from the people on the street.

Only by getting close and looking closely, will he find that his eyes are not looking at the screen at all.

His right hand was trembling with an insignificant amount!

In the initial space.

Silent, silent.

Time seems to have stopped here.

Some messy objects were randomly piled up in this bedroom-sized space. The Brilliant Knight was silently squatting in the corner with his spear at his feet.

In the center, the He Sword that had been silently repaired by You Yan in the "Refining Furnace", but at this moment, it automatically shook off the black flames of the sword, and "buzzed" the sword!

In the furnace, the sugar palm was jumping, as if to rush out of the black fire, out of this space.

Feeling the abnormal appearance of He Jian, Cheng Lin's heart was in a mess.

Thoughts floated up in his mind, and he pressed them down again.

"what happened?"

"Why is there such a big reaction suddenly?"

Cheng Lin stood by the side of the road, his calm face trying his best to hide the fluctuations in his heart.

Just now.

As he was about to continue talking while sitting in the shop, He Jian suddenly seemed to be stimulated and attracted, shaking off the black fire frantically and shaking.

This abnormal performance caused Cheng Lin to lose consciousness for a short time, forcibly suppressing the stormy waves in his heart, abandoning the above paragraph, he hurried out of the shop.

Condensing the spirit and infiltrating into the space, Cheng Lin's right hand suddenly moved slightly, holding the hilt of He Jian.

But the remaining sword body is still hidden in the space.

Soothing He Jian with his mind, his eyes flickered, and a faint speculation in his heart.

"The only thing that can make He Jian react is other spirit swords that are also from the Wuxiangxiandao Sword Array. Could it be that there are people around here who are holding spirit swords?"

"No, the movement this time is a bit extraordinarily big. If you just meet an ordinary spirit sword, you won't have such a big reaction...unless it's..."

Cheng Lin suddenly thought of a certain possibility, breathing tightly.

He Jian!

Other Hejian!

He swords produced in other projections appeared around here!

Cheng Lin could only think of this possibility. As soon as this thought appeared, it completely overwhelmed many distracting thoughts and occupied the top.

He was breathing quickly.

After so long, he finally met the second He Jian, how could this make him unhappy?

During this period of time, he kept burning, and the sword in his hand had almost been repaired to the limit. If he wanted to make it up again, he had to find other swords and smelt them as materials.

When Cheng Lin planned to use his identity as a refiner to search for it, he never thought that when he first arrived in Shudu, he unexpectedly encountered another one!

"Calm...Let me think about it. This is just a guess. The assumption is true. He Jian suddenly trembled, indicating that the other one had just entered a certain range near me before it evoked a response. This means, The other one must be in motion."

Cheng Lin pretended to put down the phone without any abnormality, and then swept his eyes around the street at random, but he had quietly opened the "Obscure Eye".

The next moment, extremely weak Spiritual Qi fluctuations emerged, he looked around, but frowned.

No?

In the field of vision provided by Misty Eye, only Gu Cheng and Jiang Ye in the shop exude brilliance, and there is no other cultivator around.

"What's the matter? Has the other party already left? Or is the distance between the Dim Eyes insufficient?"

Cheng Lin was surprised, slightly let go of his right hand, and He Jian trembled again.

"My Hejian is responding, I don't know if the opponent's Hejian is also abnormal...it's hard to say, after all, this one of mine has been activated, and after many repairs and smelting, it is of higher quality, and the opponent's is more likely not yet activated."

"To put it another way, the sword holder may not be a practitioner, what if it is an ordinary person?"

Cheng Lin's brain became active.

After thinking about it, in order to avoid being eye-catching, he set off and walked along the road to the left. This area was very prosperous. At this time, because of the projection, there were many people on the street. He quickly merged into the flow of people and walked about tens of meters. , He went into an alley by the side of the road in a flash.

It is said to be an alley, but it is actually a gap between two buildings. There is no light source here, and it looks dark and silent. Cheng Lin walks in, confirms that there is no one around, raises his right hand, and thinks, He Jian The whole flew out.

Without manipulation, this black and inconspicuous fairy sword floated upright in front of Cheng Lin like this.

It's like a magic wand in a magician's hand.

Then, under Cheng Lin's surprised gaze, the tip of the He Jian was fixed, but the blade was slowly tilted in a certain direction.

Tilted to an angle of about 30 degrees, then stopped, and then the entire hilt was gently swayed.

It's like...showing the way!

"And this function?"

Cheng Lin was surprised, surprised and delighted.

"In this way, the opponent is really nearby, but it's a pity that the perception ability can't play any role... Another way of thinking, if you don't rely on perception? He Jian is not big, but not small, it will be very conspicuous if it is held in your hand. , If you want to carry it with you either in the car or carry a large enough backpack..."

"It doesn't seem to move fast. It's not likely to be a car, so you only need to lock pedestrians with large backpacks!"

Cheng Lin's eyes suddenly brightened.

He stretched out his hand, put away the sword, and searched for the past in the direction indicated by him.

After walking for a while, he found another remote place, released the Hejian, and adjusted it with its guiding function.

After repeating this three times, he finally locked the target.

He was a young man in his twenties, who looked like an office worker who had just graduated. He was wearing sneakers, taupe trousers, a thin coat and hat on his upper body, a little sneaky, carrying a huge Backpack.

Judging from the appearance of the backpack falling, it should be heavy.

"That's him."

In a quiet place, Cheng Lin stared at the He Jian pointed straight at the person, raised the corner of his mouth, and put the He Jian backhand away, his heart was calm.

"It turned out to be an ordinary person? But how can ordinary people carry spirit swords? Well, looking at the appearance of the backpack, there is a high probability that it is not just a sword... It seems that it doesn't look like a Trisman. what……"

In the darkness, Cheng Lin felt his chin and thought, and had some thoughts.

Without hesitation, he immediately followed.

Once the target was locked, the tracking was easy. In order to prevent being discovered, Cheng Lin made a bend and deliberately walked to the front of the opponent, and then used "tentacles" to peek behind him.

Following this for about five or six minutes, the man suddenly changed his steps and walked into a magnificent building.

Cheng Lin silently opened his eyes, turned around, and looked over, only to see that it was a real estate sales center.

The whole building is still lit at the moment.

"Do you dress up like this to see the house? It's too fake."

Cheng Lin shook his head, looked at the surrounding terrain, twisted his body along a street and walked around behind this building, then found a drain pipe, jumped up, opened his body control, and sneaked into the shadows like a civet cat.

...

At the same time, the young man with the big backpack also found the manager here, and fetched a hot stamped business card from his pocket in the other's surprised gaze.

"I have an appointment with Mr. Wang," the young man said in a hoarse voice.

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