Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

If we can't tell yet, then we have to look at this broken sword.

He thought of this, disappeared in a flash, and appeared at the bottom of the sea the next moment.

The dark sea bottom makes it impossible to see the surroundings.

But there was no way to cover his gaze and heart.

Under the protection of Gang Qi, sea water cannot come close.

But the pressure of the sea water was so huge that it was better than the moves of martial arts masters. The huge and vast pressure kept squeezing his energy.

The Gang Qi was originally one foot away from the body, but slowly shrank, bit by bit, until it was only two inches close to his skin.

Fakong was not in a hurry to leave.

He stood quietly on the seabed, feeling the vast power of the seawater, and looking at the rusty broken sword in front of him.

The darkness could not stop his gaze.

What you see with your eyes is as clear as day, or even better than day.

This broken sword only has the hilt and a foot-long blade.

The broken section is as smooth as a mirror...

The entire sword was covered with rust, but the smooth section was still shiny and faintly shining.

Fakong stared at the section with a solemn expression.

This cross-section is so smooth, not just because of the different materials, otherwise the sword body would not leave any rust.

It is basically the power of dragon claws.

The power of the dragon's claw is still attached to it, so the rust is isolated.

Fa Kong stared at this broken section, and could faintly feel the strange power of the dragon's claws. His heart was awe-inspiring and his hair stood up.

He raised his head and looked around.

The sea water here is different from the sea water a mile away. It seems to be heavier, like mercury.

Moreover, the area within a one-mile radius has not continued to spread or shrink. It has remained a one-mile radius for so many years.

This is obviously caused by dragon blood.

The dragon's blood from that time spread to a radius of one mile and no longer spread. It was not washed away by the sea water and maintained its existence.

Although the existence of dragon blood cannot be felt, it is real.

Fa Kong stood on the bottom of the sea, and after sensing it for a while, he stretched out his sleeve, and the broken sword flew up lightly and got into his sleeve.

Along with Broken Sword, some sea water also went in, and all of it got into the Time Wheel Tower.

It was as if there were invisible air bags surrounding them. They did not fall to the ground and were suspended quietly in the air.

Fa Kong disappeared in a flash.

The next moment, I returned to Yongkong Temple.

Outside Yongkong Temple, monk Yuande was standing solemnly.

Wearing a bright yellow monk's robe, he looks handsome and handsome, standing like a jade tree in the wind.

"Master, please come in." Fa Kong said loudly.

Monk Yuande slowly opened the door, came to the Main Hall, and saluted the golden Buddha statue in the Main Hall.

Fakong came out from the side and came to him. Heshi smiled and said, "Master, you don't go to the Three Treasures Hall if you have nothing to do, but if you have something?"

"I went to the Nine-Yuan Holy Sect yesterday and became the young leader," Monk Yuande shook his head and sighed: "The Nine-Yuan Holy Sect is more powerful and terrifying than imagined."

Fakong nodded.

Monk Yuande said solemnly: "And the Jiuyuan Holy Sect has a plan to attack the Great Miaolian Temple."

Fakong raised his eyebrows.

Monk Yuande sighed with emotion: "If I hadn't become the young leader and didn't know about this plan, it would have been a catastrophe."

"Why attack the Great Miaolian Temple?" Fakong said.

Monk Yuande shook his head: "They want to break the current trend of martial arts and dominate the entire Dayong martial arts forest."

Fakong laughed.

Monk Yuande said solemnly: "Master, do you think it's ridiculous?"

Fakong nodded: "Outrageous."

Monk Yuande said: "The poor monk also thinks it is extremely ridiculous, but they still want to do it. Just because they did not expect it, they may take advantage of it. Even if the Great Miaolian Temple can block it, their vitality will be greatly damaged."

Fakong nodded.

This is very possible.

Monk Yuande said: "Master saved our temple this time. I am very grateful."

Fakong smiled and shook his head: "I really haven't seen this scene, so it doesn't count as my credit."

Because it didn't happen in the end, the clairvoyant didn't see it in the future, so there was no way to remind it.

This is the limitation of clairvoyance.

Monk Yuande shook his head.

Fakong took out the broken sword from his sleeve, which was still stained with sea water. He shook it gently, and the sea water immediately splashed away.

He flicked his sleeves.

The splashed water was collected by invisible forces and got back into his sleeves.

When Monk Yuande saw the rusty sword, he looked at him doubtfully, and then stared at the broken sword.

Fa Kong handed it over.

Monk Yuande took it: "This is..."

"This is a broken sword I got from a certain place at the bottom of the sea." Fakong said, "Master, take a look, can you recognize this sword?"

Monk Yuande gently wiped the hilt and blade of the sword with his left hand. Wherever his jade-white palm passed, rust spots fell off, revealing the bright sword body.

"What a sword!" He felt the strange feeling coming from the sword's blade, and the Gang Qi was flowing through it as light and swift as if it were flowing through his own body.

The sword body is both light and extremely tough. It is definitely a sword that can cut iron as well as clay.

Fakong pointed to the broken blade: "Master, do you think there is a sharper sword in the world that can do this?"

Monk Yuande swung his sword lightly, feeling the feeling of the long sword cutting the air, and frowned: "Such a divine sword was cut off..."

"Master, you might as well help look for it," Fakong said.

Monk Yuande nodded: "Okay."

The Daimyolian Temple has many magical weapons and weapons in its collection, and the same goes for the palace, which has many magical weapons.

There are so many swords and knives, but none of them can compare to this broken sword?

It shouldn't be that bad.

"Master, please try to be quick."

"No problem."

On the afternoon of the third day, Fakong appeared in Yongkong Temple after lunch.

Monk Yuande arrived just in time.

The two met in his abbot's courtyard.

Monk Yuande handed the broken sword to Fakong, and said with a helpless smile: "Master, I am ashamed that I have not found a weapon sharper than it so far."

Fakong said: "Is there any weapon that is equal to it?"

"No." Monk Yuande shook his head and said: "It is really sharp. I really don't know what magical weapon can cut it off!"

Fakong smiled and said: "The loss this time is not big, right?"

"Fortunately, I reacted in time and only broke two swords." Monk Yuande smiled bitterly.

In fact, if I was more careful, I should not lose two swords, but only one sword.

But I was careless and used two consecutive swords to cut the broken sword, resulting in both swords being broken by the broken sword.

Later, he learned from his experience and used other magic weapons to cut the two swords that were broken by the broken sword.

If they couldn't cut them, let alone the broken sword.

In the end, no magic sword or magic knife could cut the broken sword, and all of them retreated.

The sharpness of this sword is really rare in the world.

He was extremely curious.

Which magic sword or magic knife cut such a strange sword? And it was cut so easily.

You can tell from the broken part that it was extremely easy.

"This was scratched by the dragon claw." Fakong said: "It cut the sword easily and killed the sword holder. It should have happened more than a thousand years ago."

"More than a thousand years ago..."

"This dragon is still alive." Fakong said calmly: "If one is not good, it will continue to come out and wreak havoc on the world."

Monk Yuande frowned and looked at him.

Fakong told him about Zhenlongyuan.

Monk Yuande looked puzzled. If it hadn't come from Fakong's mouth, he would have thought it was a myth.

Fakong looked calm and solemn. He still couldn't accept it for a while. It was beyond his imagination.

Fakong said: "Master, you can take this sword to ask the national teacher for advice. See if the national teacher knows that there is such a dragon in Zhenlongyuan."

"Okay." Monk Yuande nodded.

Fakong told his plan again. Three days of rest, jointly suppress the dragon, so that it won't come out and wreak havoc.

Yuande listened to him quietly, and kept silent. He tried to digest what Fakong said, and felt that his brain was not enough.

After a long while, he finally left.

Fakong looked at his back, shook his head and sighed.

Monk Yuande was obviously half-believing and half-doubting. Even though he took out this broken sword, he still couldn't impress him.

It depends on whether the national teacher knows about Zhenlongyuan and the dragon guarding it. If he doesn't know, I'm afraid he will have to spend more time thinking.

In the evening of the same day, Yuande returned to Yongkong Temple.

He knew that as long as he came to the gate of Yongkong Temple, even if Fakong was not in Yongkong Temple, he could rush back immediately.

Fakong was having dinner with Lin Feiyang, Xu Qingluo and others. He had to rush over when he sensed something was wrong in Yongkong Temple.

"Master Yuande, is there anything that can't be discussed tomorrow?" Fakong came out helplessly and invited him in.

He hadn't eaten his fill yet.

Monk Yuande clasped his hands and said, "Master, this is a serious matter and I can't wait."

Fakong said, "Does the Imperial Master know that dragon?"

Monk Yuande shook his head, "Master doesn't know about this dragon, but he knows about this sword."

Fakong raised his eyebrows.

"This sword is the Guixu Sword of Shenjian Peak. It is the real sword that guards the peak of Shenjian Peak and the king of swords." Monk Yuande said solemnly: "The eight great swords are the ministers, and the Guixu Sword is the real king."

Fakong shook his head: "I have never heard of it."

"This sword is indeed not well-known in the world, because this sword was taken away by the 36th generation peak master and has never been heard of since then."

"Disappeared at the same time as the peak master?"

"Yes."

"So, that person is the peak master of Shenjian Peak..." Fakong nodded slowly: "It is indeed an outstanding swordsmanship, what a pity..."

"Did he die under the dragon?"

"It was broken by the dragon claws together with this sword." Fakong nodded: "In the end, there was no body left, only this broken sword, and the other broken sword was taken away by the dragon, which should be in Zhenlongyuan."

"Master, how do you deal with this broken sword?" Monk Yuande asked solemnly: "Keep it or return it to Shenjian Peak?"

Fakong pondered.

Monk Yuande said: "If we return it to Shenjian Peak, it will be a good story, and we will also be grateful to everyone in Shenjian Peak."

Fakong shook his head.

Monk Yuande said: "Master, you are not going to return it to Shenjian Peak?"

"This sword is indeed extremely sharp, and only this sword can break the dragon scales of the dragon." Fakong frowned.

Such a magic sword must be in his own hands.

Moreover, he and Shenjian Peak have a deep hatred, how can he return the sword to them?

Monk Yuande looked embarrassed: "I am afraid that they have received the news and will ask the master for it."

Fakong laughed.

Monk Yuande looked ashamed: "I didn't know its origin before, so I couldn't keep it secret, but now it's too late."

Fakong said unhappily: "Since it is the master's fault, please stop them."

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