Que Yue Peak.

After Ning Qi returned to the room, he took out the black sword and looked at it, and found that it had recovered itself and could not be seen to have been cut off. In addition, the aura of the black sword seemed to be a little stronger than before.

"You have the ability to heal yourself? But what's going on with those gaps?"

Ning Qi frowned.

The black sword shook for a moment, and Ning Qi felt its cheerful emotions.

"Is it better if you heal yourself once? No wonder you want to fight so much, but...every time I fight with someone, I will sacrifice you and cut it off? This seems a bit embarrassing..."

Ning Qi said to himself.

The black sword shook a few times, and the emotions conveyed were a little anxious.

"Okay, OK, I promise you."

Ning Qi smiled.

He also wanted to see how far the black sword would develop if it kept breaking.

After leaving the room, Ning Qi planned to go to the sword house to ask Mr. Jian, the exact origin of the Black Sword. At this time, Hua Yu and others were also outside. Seeing that Ning Qi seemed to want to leave the yard, he hurried forward to stop Ning Qi.

"Brother Ning, where are you going? When we sweeping disciples are fine, don't walk around randomly, lest we do the same as last time..."

Hua Yu smiled and said with a wry smile.

"Just go out for a walk."

Ning Qi's figure flashed, Hua Yu and others felt that a flash of sight was lost and Ning Qi lost her trace.

"Huayu, don't worry about him. Don't look at him in the early stage of the human immortals. He may not be better than us in the future. He offended an outer disciple like Wang Tao. If you are too close to him, be careful that Wang Tao will be missed."

Several others advised.

Ning Qi remembered the route he came, and not long after, he returned to the sword roof where he had obtained the black sword.

The gate of the sword house suddenly opened, and the voice of the old man from Jian came from inside: "Come in."

Ning Qi smiled and walked into the sword house. When he entered the sword house, the gate of the sword house slowly opened again. Old Jian flew down from Jianshan and landed in front of Ning Qi.

"Boy, I want to ask me about the origin of the black sword?"

Jian Lao said with a smile.

Ning Qi nodded and smiled, "Sir, please give me some advice."

"Where is the Black Sword?"

Jian Lao smiled.

Ning Qi thought about it, and the black sword appeared in front of him. At this moment, the flying sword on Jianshan seemed to be starting to fear again. Jian Lao also discovered this and realized Ning Qi's arrival.

"Xiao Hei has been following you for a few days and is so radiant. It seems that its choice is right."

After looking at the Black Sword for a while, he smiled and stroked his beard.

He paused, "Do you know, how many years have Xiao Hei been in Jianshan?"

"Um."

"I don't know either."

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"When I was a young boy, I passed the trial level by chance and came to this sword house. The old senior who was guarding this sword house had already exhausted his life. In the blink of an eye, the years passed by, ah..." Jian Lao sighed, with a trace of memory in his eyes. Seeing Ning Qi looking at him, he smiled and said, "Look at me, old man, I sigh more when I get old. When I came to the sword house, Xiao Hei was already in the sword house. At that time, just like you, there was a guy who had not received the flying sword together.

Ming, as he was about to leave, Xiao Hei suddenly flew up and chose him. That guy's cultivation qualification is actually really good. I feel ashamed of myself. If those things had not happened, he might have broken through to the Golden Immortal Stage long ago, right?" "I really don't know much about Xiao Hei's previous origin. I can only start with that guy. After he got the Black Sword, he was ridiculed, just like you that day. However, he did not become a disciple of sweeping the floor. But in the third level, because of his golden qualification, he was taken as a relative by the ancestor Xuan Jian.

Pass on the disciple!"

Jian Laodao.

"Light golden qualification?"

Ning Qi's eyes moved slightly, and he glanced at the black sword. It seemed that the strength of its former master should not be underestimated. "And I, like an ordinary disciple, started slowly from the outer disciple until I became an inner disciple. At that time, Xiao Hei's master was already quite famous in the Xuanjian Sect and ranked very low among the true disciples. If this continues, he would become the Golden Immortal step by step and become one of the ancestors of the Xuanjian Sect, but unexpectedly, he found a set of sword techniques from somewhere. Well, okay

It seems like it is called Zhuxian Sword Art? He constantly studied Zhuxian Sword Art and even created a Zhuxian Sword Array. For these side sects, he spent a lot of time, causing his cultivation to stagnate. He gradually ranked last among the true disciples. Even some inner disciples had higher cultivation than him. He didn't care at all. He seemed to have become a demon. The four immortal swords that formed Zhuxian Sword Array were all top-grade immortal weapons. When the Zhuxian Sword Array was just successful, we thought the power of the Zhuxian Sword Array

He will be very strong, and his years of research have not been in vain, but the result is..."

Zhuxian Sword Technique, Zhuxian Sword Formation? As expected, Ning Qi's eyes moved slightly. "As a result, the elder of the Seven Sword Sect took someone to visit Xuanjian Sect and proposed to let the disciples of the Seven Sword Sect compete with him. When he used the Zhuxian Sword Formation, the aura really shocked all of us. Even the appearance of the Golden Immortal Stage became very shocked. This was what I personally saw.

Seeing that before the other party could use their countermeasures, the Zhuxian Sword Formation had already been activated and attacked the other party. Unfortunately, even the opponent's fairy shield was not broken. The four top-grade immortal weapons were not as powerful as a low-grade flying sword under this sword formation..."

"Is it because there is no real cooperation between Zhu Xian's four swords, so the power of Zhu Xian's sword formation cannot be exerted..."

Ning Qi said in his heart. Old Jian sighed, shook his head, and said, "The sword formation he had spent more than 100,000 years to study is only so powerful. He was defeated on the spot by the disciple of the Seven Sword Sect, and he went crazy... That day, he laughed wildly, left Xuanjian Sect from the martial arts field, and finally disappeared. I have been so many years.

I have inquired about him, and the ancestor Xuanjian once asked his friends to pay attention to his whereabouts, but no one knew where he went. Some people guessed that he must be dead..."

"Then didn't that senior take this black sword away?"

Ning Qidao.

"When he left, he threw down the flying sword, and I saw a hint of hatred in his eyes..."

Old Jian smiled bitterly.

The Black Sword seemed to feel something. Ning Qi noticed that it had a hint of sadness, abandoned by its master, and may have been hated by its master. Ordinary immortal weapons are naturally nothing to say, but the Black Sword may have already had spirituality at that time, so he felt sad.

"Old Jian, I wonder what this senior is called?"

Ning Qi asked.

"He has the same surname as you, maybe this is why Xiao Hei chose you. You are destined to be."

Old Jian smiled and sighed: "Ning Qi, his name is Ning Qi."

Ning Qi?
Chapter completed!