Ning Teng smiled bitterly: "These three questions seem to be dull, but they have made me fall into a month-long entanglement, and finally I wake up."

"It was because of this that I realized a trace of sword intent, so that the young man was kind to preach, receive knowledge and resolve doubts. It would not be an exaggeration to call him a teacher."

Speaking of this, he seemed to remember something and couldn't help but ask, "By the way, that young man came with him too? I want to thank him in person!"

Ning Ruolan's eyes turned red, and she subconsciously wanted to speak, but Ye Chen shook her head and said, "Wu Shuang has gone out to practice. If you have the chance, you can thank him again!"

"Yes, how can a boy as outstanding as that can be limited to the small land of Jinling?" Ning Teng shook his head and smiled, then turned around and walked to a stone door, and took out a tiger-shaped pendant from his body.

Ning Zhiyuan also stepped forward and took off a tiger-shaped pendant from himself. The two tiger-shaped pendants were combined into one and then embedded on the stone gate.

"Boom!"

With a loud noise, the stone gate that was weighing thousands of dollars suddenly opened.

What caught my eye was the dense swords!

Countless rusty long swords stood on the ground, and from a distance, they looked like graves and earth bundles, full of a solemn and fierce atmosphere.

"Dad, there are so many swords!"

Ning Ruolan, who saw that she had so many swords hidden in her family for the first time, couldn't help but exclaim: "One, two, three... can't count them. If they were sold as scrap iron, they would probably make a fortune!"

When they heard her first half of the sentence, Ning Zhiyuan and Ning Teng were proud of each other, but after hearing the second half of the sentence, the corners of their mouths twitched hard, wishing they could strangle this prodigal girl to death on the spot!

This is passed down by our ancestors!!

Your first thought was not to keep protecting forever, but to sell them all as scrap metal?

Is the Ning family short of that little money?

A little rich man didn't notice this scene at all, and was still immersed in excitement. He exclaimed while counting the accounts with his fingers: "A piece of scrap iron is one pound, two pounds, and a sword is at least four or five pounds. There are thousands of swords here, which means there are..."

Ning Zhiyuan was almost pissed to death. After coughing a few times, he said to Ye Chen: "Mr. Ye, this is the accumulation of my Ning family over the past few hundred years. The outermost part is full of ordinary ancient swords, which cannot withstand the erosion of time and are already rusted."

"The more expensive the weapons inside, the better the quality. In addition to swords, there are swords, guns, arrows and halberds..."

Ye Chen nodded slightly and took a step forward.

Ning Teng hurriedly reminded: "My friend, no, this is the sword forest. After hundreds of years, the surroundings have been assimilated, and the magnetic field has changed. If you go in rashly, it is like a human-shaped magnet, which is easy to be attacked."

After hearing this, Ning Ruolan, who wanted to go in, was immediately startled. It would be strange if she just went in like this, she wouldn't be tied into a hedgehog.

Ning Zhiyuan took out a piece of clothing similar to a raincoat from the box beside him: "Yes, you should wear the unique magnetic-free suit of my Ning family..."

Before he could finish his words.

Ye Chen was holding his hands behind his back, then he hopped on his toes, and he jumped in like a cannonball, and finally landed next to an ancient bronze sword.

He reached out and grabbed it from the air, and the ancient bronze sword fell into his hand, and then waved countless sword lights in the air.

"What a pity, Fan Tie is Fan Tie after all!"

Ye Chen shook his head slightly, inserted the bronze ancient sword again on the ground, and continued to walk deep into the sword forest with his hands behind his back.

Follow him every step!

A sword would roar on the ground, then shot out from the ground, hanging tightly beside him, the sword body trembled as if he had seen the king in the sword.

In the end, there were dense sword shadows hovering beside Ye Chen, as if countless sword lights were blooming in the air.

If you look closely, a faint sword shadow gradually appeared in Ye Chen's body. The sword shadow was like a dragon, emitting a breath of looking down on the world and suppressing everything, like a king coming.

This scene made Ning Zhiyuan and others outside couldn't stop talking.

Ning Teng took a breath of air conditioning and stammered: "This... is this Wanjian Chaozong?"

He clearly remembered that the last time Wushuang entered the sword forest, it only caused a long roar of thousands of swords, giving people the feeling that these swords saw their friends.

Even so, it still caused him a lot of shock.

However, the scene in front of him shocked him!!

"No, dad!"

Ning Ruolan suddenly exclaimed: "It seems that these swords are all heard by that guy. What if he empty our place when he leaves?"

Ning Zhiyuan was also panicked when he heard this.

"How can that be? This is my Ning family's ancestors!"

Ning Ruolan stomped her feet and said angrily: "You can't let that guy run away later unless he gives money. We sell it to him at the price of scrap on the market, which saves transportation and labor costs, and it's worth it!"

Ning Zhiyuan's face burst into flames when he heard this!

Ye Chen finally landed in front of a stone tablet, looking at the line of fonts on the stone tablet with a complicated expression.

"You are obviously swords, but you can only stand here quietly and be a masterless thing. After thousands of years, you still can't wait for your master and finally turn into decay!"

"Wu Shuang is different from you? I am also looking for the master. Wu Shuang doesn't know where the master is, and I don't know when I can find the master, thousands of years, ten thousand years? Or until Wu Shuang decays!"

Only more than a hundred words, which seemed to be carved with a sword, reveals the confusion, sympathy, and self-pity when facing this monument and facing thousands of swords.

"WuShuang, WuShuang..."

Ye Chen stood in front of the monument, muttering to himself as if he had been petrified: "Wait, wait until I find the Night Demon, and go find you. I promise, we will not be separated again this time!"

He waved his hand and the handwriting on the stone tablet disappeared.

Next moment!

He turned around and jumped back to Ning Zhiyuan and others.

Looking at the countless sword shadows hanging above his head, Ning Zhiyuan's face twitched slightly and said, "Mr. Ye, are you... going to empty my Ningjiazang Jian Pavilion?"

"Give money, give money!"

Ning Ruolan spread her hands and said, "The market price of scrap iron is one yuan, two pounds. For the sake of Brother Wushuang, I will calculate it for you one yuan, one pound."

"Several people misunderstood!"

Ye Chen chuckled and said, "Master Ning, most of the swords in your Ning family's sword pavilion are scrap iron, and it's useless to keep them. It's a pity to abandon them. Ye meant to refine these ten thousand swords into sword pills, which can be regarded as repaying your Ning family's grace for Wushuang!"

"Kanmaru?"

Ning Zhiyuan and Ning Teng looked at each other, full of confusion.

Ye Chen didn't say much, and reached out to grab it. All the sword shadows hovering above his head were grabbed by him, and then turned into a dazzling fire.

After a few breaths.

All the sword shadows hovering above Ye Chen's head disappeared, and instead, Ye Chen had an iron ball the size of a pigeon in his hand.

Ning Ruolan was about to vomit blood: "Where is our heirloom? Where did you get it?"

"Isn't this the case?" Ye Chen picked up the sword pill and smiled slightly.

Ning Ruolan said angrily: "You are fooling around, so many swords have turned into such a small iron bead?"

After saying that, she reached out and wanted to pick up the sword pill!

"Let him come!" Ye Chen stopped her behavior and looked at Ning Teng on the side with a smile.

Ning Teng suppressed the doubt in his heart, reached out to touch the sword pill, and then subconsciously wanted to pick it up, but the next moment, his face changed.

Because he found this small iron bead!

It's so heavy!

With his martial arts master's cultivation level, it was extremely difficult to pick it up.

"This is Jianwan. Jianwan is the shape of a Jianwan, which means a sword. It can cut iron like mud, and softness can surround the finger rings!"

Ye Chen said lightly: "You can easily control it after you drop a drop of blood. If you encounter danger, you just need to throw the sword balls out. Even if you are a master of martial arts, you will die if you touch it!"

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Chapter completed!