Sword Slaying The Heavens

The big gourd under the feet of several people was extremely fast, and appeared next to the huge boat in an instant. Hai Linfeng and other Chengxianzong disciples were all eager to try, with gloating faces on their faces, and they all looked at Chen Fan jokingly.

Chen Fan looked at these people with cold eyes. At first he didn't recognize Hai Linfeng, but he recognized the simple black scabbard around his waist. Then he remembered that these people were Cheng Cheng who he met in Lingbao Pavilion that day. Xianzong disciple.

"Senior Brother Hai, why is he motionless, is he scared stupid?" A young girl covered her mouth and chuckled, and looked at Chen Fan with a look of inferiority.

"Hmph, in front of the seniors and our Chengxianzong, how can he be so arrogant?" Hai Linfeng laughed very proudly.

Immediately, he turned around respectfully and looked at the middle-aged man, pointed at Chen Fan and said with a smile, "Senior, it's him..."

But before he finished speaking, he was stunned, because the middle-aged man's eyes were full of fear, and he didn't have the demeanor of a strong man at all.

"Senior...Senior, what's the matter with you?" Hai Linfeng suddenly had a bad feeling, and secretly wondered if there was some strong person hidden on this giant boat.

"Snapped!"

Suddenly, a gust of wind suddenly blew towards Hai Linfeng's eyes, and immediately slapped him hard on the face, making him dizzy and staring.

"Bastard, who is your senior, don't talk nonsense." The middle-aged man's slap was so powerful that it almost knocked Hai Lin's fan off the gourd.

Afterwards, the middle-aged man cautiously bowed to Chenfan, and said in a breathless voice: "Fellow Daoist Chen, I definitely don't mean to trouble you, and I don't know these people well either. Farewell."

After finishing speaking, the middle-aged man turned around and left directly. His injuries had recovered, and walking with the weapon was no problem for him at all, and he left extremely fast, as if he was running for his life, and he was afraid that if he took a step slower, he would die.

Chen Fan also ignored the middle-aged man, and stood on the huge boat with a calm expression.

"Ex...Senior?"

Several boys and girls were stunned at the same time, watching the middle-aged man leave just like that.

And Hai Linfeng was directly slapped by the middle-aged man's slap, and it took him a while to recover, showing confusion and panic on his face.

They all heard clearly just now that when the middle-aged man called Chen Fan, he used the word "you".

At this time,

A sound transmission came from Hai Linfeng's mind, it was the voice of a middle-aged man:

"Little fellow daoist, the dark horse I'm talking about is Chen Fan, and you guys didn't know how to mess with him? A word of advice, run away!"

The voice of the middle-aged man gradually became softer, and his figure completely disappeared from everyone's sight.

Hai Linfeng was dumbfounded at this moment, and looked at the plain Chen Fan in disbelief. He couldn't accept the fact that Chen Fan was actually the powerful dark horse who killed several young geniuses of Wan Jianzong.

"What's the matter?" At this time, a sweet voice came from the fairy boat, Hai Linfeng and others turned their heads to look, their eyes widened, and they swallowed dryly.

Although they are disciples of the Chengxian Sect, they are also a group of new disciples. No one has seen Qin Xian'er, but at this moment they are attracted by Qin Xian'er's graceful figure, and even the few girls are also attracted by Qin Xian'er. Show envious eyes.

"People from Chengxianzong." Chen Fan looked at the people in front of him and said indifferently.

"Oh? Chengxianzong..." Qin Xian'er's face showed a hint of amusement. Although it was covered by the black veil, Hai Linfeng and the others still felt a chill down their backs.

"Chen...Chenfan, don't mess around, let us go, and after becoming the Immortal Sect, there will be fewer people to trouble you." Hai Linfeng stammered.

"No, no, no... we would be bored without you coming to make trouble." Qin Xian'er shook her head and smiled, and said playfully: "So, this time I will kill you for a long time, remember to continue to make trouble next time oh."

After saying that, the talisman that Qin Xian'er pinched out at some point in her hand shot out suddenly, turning into a cloud of ice mist, and instantly filled the gourd.

Chen Fan was very indifferent, stretched out his palm, and directly sucked the black scabbard around Hai Linfeng's waist.

"No..." Hai Linfeng yelled in horror.

But the ice mist instantly condensed several people into ice men and ice sculptures. A gust of wind blew by, and several disciples of the Immortal Sect and the gourd of the spirit weapon level suddenly turned into ice chips and fell with the wind.

"What is this?" Qin Xian'er looked at the black scabbard in Chen Fan's hand and asked in a low voice.

"Spirit weapon-level scabbard!" Chen Fan said indifferently, his eyes were sizing up the runes on the scabbard. He always felt that the scabbard was a bit weird, but he couldn't find the problem.

"Not bad..." Qin Xian'er nodded.

"What?" Chen Fan thought she had seen the extraordinaryness of the scabbard.

"I said it's not bad, it matches you very well." Qin Xian'er said with a smile in her eyes, then turned and walked away.

...

The giant boat was still flying forward, and Chen Fan had no other place to go, so he sat cross-legged on the fairy boat and kept observing the runes on the scabbard, but he still didn't find any mystery in it. A slight notch in the tail of the sheath caught his attention.

This is a pinhole-like gap, which is harmless to an ordinary scabbard, but this is a spiritual weapon, and a craftsman should not make such a mistake.

After Chen Fan pondered for a moment, a sliver of true energy gathered on his fingers, and immediately pressed against the pore, and a steady stream of true energy began to rush towards the scabbard, as if applying pressure.

"Crack!"

Suddenly, a crisp sound came from the top of the scabbard. Starting from the thin hole, a thin layer of black iron cracked, revealing a trace of red in the crack.

Chen Fan remembered what the shopkeeper of Lingbao Pavilion said that day, this scabbard was not made by the craftsman himself, but a semi-finished product that was rewarded by the heavens, and it was finally transformed into this, so the black iron material was given by him as a real scabbard. Yuanli shattered, it should be the metal material refined by the refiner later.

"Try to restore it." Chen Fan whispered in his heart, and immediately the entire palm was covered with a layer of golden-colored true essence, with a trace of hot temperature, covering the entire scabbard.

Because the scabbard is only at the level of a spiritual weapon, it is basically dispensable to him, but the original appearance and runes under the crack make Chen Fan a little interested.

"Snapped!"

Finally, under the majestic Fen Tian's true energy, the layer of black iron outside the scabbard shattered along the cracks. The original appearance of the scabbard was completely restored, and it instantly became an extremely dilapidated scabbard.

"No wonder it will be re-refined." Chen Fan shook his head slightly in his heart. Although the runes on the scabbard were faintly visible, they were too old. The red objects on it were all metal rust. After destroying that layer of black iron, the scabbard became ordinary, without any meaning or spirituality, and it was no longer a spiritual weapon.

"Huh?"

At this time, the jade pendant on Chen Fan's waist made a sound of surprise, and the worn-out scabbard actually alarmed the green-haired bird.

"This scabbard is so familiar, I seem to have known each other..."

"Ah, that's right, I remember, it appeared during the ancient battle between immortals and demons."