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The rain sounds soaring, and water drops under the eaves fall like silver curtains.

The atmosphere inside the main hall is subtle and subtle.

Xu Yuan didn't understand why he suddenly became quiet, and he couldn't understand why the three people next to him stared at him without saying a word.

Big eyes staring.

He glanced at Xu Yinhe on the main seat and then at Feng Jiuxuan standing at the door. Xu Yuan withdrew his gaze and took a look at Xu Changge opposite him.

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Xu Changge directly ignored Xu Yuan's gaze.

When Feng Jiuxuan's sword made an invisible trembling sound, he could sense some faint fluctuations, but it was not very clear.

Although he is also cultivating swords, he is no longer pure.

Moreover, in terms of cultivation, he is a little inferior to his father and uncle, and he cannot make a conclusion.

"bass--"

With a soft metallic whisper, Feng Jiuxuan pulled out the sword on his waist without any haste.

Xu Yinhe looked at Feng Jiuxuan's actions, but said nothing.

It's the default.

Xu Yuan's eyes twitched.

The uncle walked towards him step by step with his sword, which was much more oppressive than the big ice lumps.

"clatter"

"clatter"

"clatter"

The man in white was better than snow, and the slight sound of his boots stomping on the stone slab was quiet and poetic with the falling rain outside the house.

In the silence of the rain,

Feng Jiuxuan walked to Xu Yuan and stood still, while Qingyuan, which was emitting sharp light, was held in his hand.

I should be worried that the Spirit Sword will be too sharp and will hurt Xu Yuan's sixth-grade small garbage.

Xu Yuan's eyes flashed for a moment and he slowly stood up:

"uncle."

Feng Jiuxuan looked at Xu Yuan without making any secrets, and directly raised his hand holding Qingyuan:

"Hold it."

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Silent.

Xu Yuan looked at the hilt of Qingyuan's sword handed over by Feng Jiuxuan, but did not answer, but raised his hand and touched the back of his neck, and smiled:

"Uncle, don't you never let us touch the Qingyuan Sword?"

Qingyuan is a sharp sword cast by the "famous craftsman Qiansheng" a hundred years ago when the head of the Feng family celebrated the 100th birthday.

Later, at the beginning of my uncle's cultivation, my grandfather gave him the gift, and the decades of accompanying him nurtured the spiritual charm.

The Spirit Sword will recognize the master.

In simple terms,

Except for Feng Jiuxuan, others dare to touch it, the sword will cut you down by itself.

Feng Jiuxuan is not a riddle man, so he is very straightforward:

"It seems to be happy to see you, so I'll take it and give it a try."

Upon hearing this, Xu Yuan looked sideways at Xu Yinhe on the main seat.

Xu Yinhe nodded at him.

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Seeing this, Xu Yuan made up his mind and raised his hand to answer.

Two saints were guarding by the side, so they couldn't let him be cut by this spiritual sword, right?

While thinking, Xu Yuan took the Qingyuan handed over by Feng Jiuxuan.

But the moment he touched the hilt of the sword, he felt that the sword seemed to be trembling.

However, when he completely grasped the hilt of the sword, a glossy sword body suddenly appeared, and it calmed down without any sign of moving around and cutting him.

Seeing this scene, Xu Yuan's eyes were filled with thoughtfulness.

In the silence,

Xu Yinhe asked:

"how?"

Feng Jiuxuan glanced back at Xu Yinhe:

"There is a sword in Changtian's body, and Qingyuan does not reject him."

"harmless?"

"harmless."

As he said that, Feng Jiuxuan looked at Xu Yuan holding Qingyuan again: "Changtian, please wave your strength."

Xu Yuan had already understood what the two elders were discussing and said hesitantly:

"Do you need to use sword skills?"

"Yes." Feng Jiuxuan nodded: "Your strongest sword skills."

Xu Yuan glanced at Xu Changge without hesitation and asked again:

"Where to wave?"

Because the inner court does not allow outsiders to enter, if they do not break anything, they have to practice by themselves, so they can only cut off people.

"It's okay." Feng Jiuxuan comforted: "It won't be a problem."

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Xu Yuan stopped talking, took a deep breath, and silently began to use the Blood Yuan Heart Falling Technique.

As his source qi circulated, a blood light gradually appeared on the Qingyuan Sword's glass-like sword body.

Bloody jade round dance.

Blood ink suddenly appeared, and a circle of ink splashed appeared in the air.

Xu Yuan slashed at Xu Changge on the side without any warning.

"." Xu Changge.

"Buzz--"

The sword skills and Qingyuan's sharpness make it seem like it can cut through everything.

A hurricane quietly rose, his long hair fluttered, and the blood ink dissipated instantly.

With two fingers stuck in the sword body, the Qingyuan sword in Xu Yuan's hand was not enough to make any progress.

Look at each other,

Xu Changge looked at Xu Yuan deeply:

"Changtian, I've grown up."

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Xu Yuan frowned and quietly retreated behind Feng Jiuxuan.

"Okay, let go."

Xu Yinhe interrupted the conversation between the two and looked at Feng Jiuxuan:

"It seems that Changtian was taken away by the girl named Ran, which was a blessing in disguise. Is it Tianmen Mountain?"

After Xu Changge let go, Feng Jiuxuan recalled the Qingyuan in Xu Yuan's hand and entered the sheath:

"It's indeed the one from Tianmen Mountain."

Tianmen Mountain?

Xu Yuan was stunned when he heard this noun in the conversation between the two.

After pondering for a moment, he asked:

"Father, was it really cut by a man in Tianmen Mountain?"
To be continued...