In the sword tomb, it seems that you can look up at the blue sky, but if you look closely, you can see that the mountain walls are inlaid with specks of sword light, which converge into a huge light and illuminate the entire huge sword tomb.

"The swords produced in the sword tomb often become the natal swords of each monk. They form a contract with the monks, thus forming the sword soul in the sword tomb." The pavilion master pointed to the dense light around him and explained, "As long as the sword soul If it doesn't break up, even if the monk's sword is broken and broken, he can still forge the same sword when he returns to the sword pavilion."

Only then did Shen Gurong understand.

No wonder Jiange is sought after by so many monks, it turns out to be because of this.

Mu Ban raised his head and glanced around, his eyes resting on the hilts of the swords that were shining with blood.

The Pavilion Master said: "Things with blood are fierce swords. There is a separate ranking for murderous weapons on the Fenglu City Weapon List, and Lin Xiachun is at the top of the list."

He pointed at the swords with extremely dazzling blood on the mountain wall one by one and said: "According to the blood color luminosity, the third ranked 'He Yongji' and the fourth ranked 'Bu Fengxian', the others have all recognized their owners. There is also the last one, which no one cares about yet, and has not yet been given a name, because no one can conquer it.”

Shen Gurong was very curious: "Which one is second?"

The pavilion master looked strange and said: "The second one is Liren Peak...'s 'curtain hook'."

Shen Gurong was confused, Curtain Hook? It seems that none of his senior brothers have swords with this name? Could it be Nanshangjun's?

He didn't ask any more questions and turned his head to ask Mu Ban: "Have you decided which one you want?"

Mu Ban nodded, pointed at the nameless sword, and said, "That one."

Shen Gurong nodded and didn't say much. He just told him: "Act within your ability."

Mu Ban nodded and said yes, said something to the pavilion master, jumped up the mountain wall, and touched the hilt of the fierce sword without blinking.

After his fingertips touched the hilt of the sword, blood bloomed all around him, almost burning Shen Gurong's already fragile eyes.

When he opened his eyes, Mu Ban had disappeared and was pulled into the sea of ​​swords by the fierce sword.

If Mu Ban can successfully come out of the sea of ​​​​swords of the Nameless Sword, it means that he has successfully conquered the fierce sword; otherwise, he will die in the sea of ​​​​swords, with no bones left.

This process often only takes one stick of incense.

Shen Gurong had an inexplicable trust in Mu Ban and never thought that he would be killed by a sword.

The Pavilion Master also knew about Mu Ban's ability, so he didn't worry much. He smiled along with him and said, "Mu Ban has such a level of cultivation at a young age. The Holy Lord is really good at teaching him."

Shen Gurong thought to himself: "No, I didn't teach him anything. Before I retreated, I even advised him not to take it seriously. Who knew he was so hardworking."

The apprentice was so diligent. As a master, Shen Gurong blushed and decided to practice hard next time.

When he didn't get an answer, the Pavilion Master was not discouraged and flattered Shen Gu Rong again.

Finally, he tried his best to see the dagger and said cautiously: "I wonder if the Holy Lord will keep accounts this time or cash in cash?"

The Holy King can be feared, but money cannot be given away.

Shen Gurong: "..."

Shen Gurong was choked and looked at him coldly, feeling extremely panicked.

He pretended to be calm and said: "Can I keep accounts?"

The Pavilion Master nodded hurriedly: "Exactly."

The Holy Lord only focused on cultivation and rarely carried copper-smelling things with him. Shen Fengxue had brought Wen Liubing and several of his apprentices here to buy swords one by one, and they all kept accounts as always.

The master of the pavilion was young. He had been in charge of the sword pavilion for less than ten years. He had only heard about Shengjun Shen from his elders. Now that he saw the real person, he was extremely excited - even asking for accounts was very exciting.

Shen Gurong thought for a long time, then nodded and said, "Well, keep accounts."

The master of the pavilion hurriedly asked: "Where is it recorded?"

Shen Gurong pulled out his senior brother's name from his memory, and with a sense of revenge, he said expressionlessly: "Remember it in Xianyun City..."

As he spoke, a penetrating cold light seemed to flow through his light-colored pupils.

"Lin Shuhe's office, Linguan Medical Center, Xianyun City."

His sixth senior brother owed him two frights, and it was time to pay them back.

Upon hearing this, the master of the pavilion took out a ledger from his waist and flipped through it.

"It's still the same place, right? Lin, Shu, He... Haha, Liren Peak is really as harmonious as the legend says. Over the past few decades, Brother Lin has helped you pay for seven peerless swords, each with different values. Liancheng."

The master of the pavilion said happily: "I have written it down."

Shen Gurong: "..."

He... seemed to have been frightened twice, did he... deserve it?
Chapter completed!