Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman Chapter 110: Convince people with morality
Lin Beichen winked at Little Lolita Bai Zongyun.
The latter jumped out immediately, presented his light blue two-handed great sword, and said, "I will come first, I will come first, this fairy named it... the great sword."
Fan Zuang's expression was stunned.
After being silent for a while, everyone around them burst into laughter.
The Great Sword?
What the **** is that name?
But Bai Zongyun has obviously been brainwashed by Lin Beichen. He is very satisfied with this name, holding up his neck as soft as a little swan, he said loudly: "What are you laughing at? My sword, I can call it whatever I want, That's a nice name... hum."
Lin Beichen lowered his head.
Little Lolita, I hope you won't regret it when you know the words "big health care" in the future.
Fan Zuang is a master swordsman who has seen the world after all. He restrained his mood, smiled slightly, and performed the technique of [Swordsmanship] to inscribe his name on the sword.
Complete soon.
Three words of great sword, flashing above the light blue two-handed great sword.
Bai Wuyun held the hilt in both hands and poured his profound energy into the great sword.
Buzz!
In the body of the sword, there was a slight vibration.
"Huh?"
Fan Zuang's eyes flashed a hint of surprise.
With the infusion of Bai Yanyun's profound energy, the great sword actually flickered in blue and yellow, and the flames flowed erratically.
The faces of the people around him changed drastically.
"Eighty percent fit?"
Fan Zuang was extremely surprised.
This value is even higher than Cao Potian's Heaven Slaying Sword.
A gloom flashed across Cao Potian's face.
"Which big city is your surname from?"
Among the older generation, a tall and thin middle-aged woman with a slightly pale complexion flashed like a phantom. She came directly from her seat and came to Bai Yanyun, her eyes flashing with light. Staring at the arrogant little loli, as if seeing some rare baby.
Lin Beichen recognized that this middle-aged woman was the one who put the big sword on the square stone table before.
She, is the creator of this sword.
"Her name is Bai Wuyun, a first-year student of the Third Academy of Yunmeng City."
Chu Hen stood up on the banquet seat, answered on his behalf, and then said, "President Lu, is there something wrong?"
The middle-aged woman named President Lu said: "Oh, it's fine, I just didn't expect to meet a junior who can awaken my sword to such a degree and fit it so well, hehe, He is a good seedling, Director Chu, when the sword test appointment is over, I want to visit the Third Academy, don't know if it is convenient?"
Chu Hen flashed a few thoughts in his heart, and said with a smile on his face: "Of course, you are the chairman of the Hai'an Leader of the Dangtang Qianli Chamber of Commerce, and you have a distinguished status. You can visit my third college. ."
"Thank you then."
The middle-aged woman returned to the banquet seat.
Bai Wuyun finished awakening the long sword, as if he had obtained a beloved toy, and he couldn't put it down. He raised the big sword, which was bigger than her body, above her head and bounced back to her seat.
"It's your turn."
She said to Lin Beichen.
The latter held a large silver sword with lightning in his right hand, a medium silver sword in his left hand, and a small silver sword pinned to his waist. He came to Fan Zuang, bowed his hands, and said, "Trouble Master Fan, I am here. The sword is called... virtue."
"De?"
Fan Zuang was startled.
What is this name.
"Cut, it doesn't sound good at all." Bai Zongyun in his seat, let out a disappointed spit: "It's so good to be called a big silver sword, eh, no, obscene... However, it also fits the identity of a big pervert. And reputation, ah, what is virtue called, this big pervert doesn't weigh himself, he is all over his body, where is virtue?"
"There was a kendo master who once said that the more a person lacks, the more he likes to show off," Cao Potian said at the right time, "It seems that you also know that you have no virtue, so you will give Sword, such a nondescript name."
"Bah. You know an egg."
Lin Beichen went back and said, "I am a civilized person, and I have always liked to convince people with virtue."
Bai Wuyun was stunned.
Everyone around was stunned.
Fan Zuang couldn't help laughing and crying: "So what you call convincing people with virtue is to use this sword to cut people down?"
"Is something wrong?"
Lin Beichen asked rhetorically.
The corner of Fan Zuang's mouth pulled out slightly.
He has given names to many swords, but it is the first time he has seen such a strange name and such a strange owner.
Without asking too many questions, the young master swordsmith used the technique of [Swordsmanship] and began to assign names.
Meanwhile.
Bai Haiqin didn't know what to think of it
What, in the depths of the seemingly indifferent eyes, a trace of indescribable light disappeared in a flash.
Ding Sanshi, who was sitting on the opposite seat, also remembered something, the corner of his mouth slowly outlined a faint arc, and cursed in his heart: This little bastard.
At this moment, Fan Zuang in the field suddenly exclaimed.
Everyone looked at the sound.
On the forehead of this young master swordsman, there was actually a dense layer of sweat beads oozing out. His whole body was surging with tyrannical profound energy fluctuations, and his right index finger seemed to be a red-hot iron lead. In the same way, an orange-red scorching light is blooming, and it is moving slowly on the sword of the big silver sword with extreme difficulty.
A simple word "Germany" was actually written for the second time at this time.
"How could this be?"
In his heart, a storm surged.
At the beginning, when his master Master Fan taught the technique of [Establishing the Sword Spirit], he once said a secret: when the swordsman's will inherits the will of heaven and earth, and when the name of the sword is linked to the ultimate way, the sword is gifted The name will encounter great obstacles. Every time they write a stroke, the name-giver will suffer a huge backlash. Every time they write a stroke, they will walk like a negative mountain.
Could it be that this young man in Yunmeng City, a word of virtue, actually inspired the spirit of heaven and earth?
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, he raised his head and shouted to Lin Beichen: "Cooperate with me."
"Ah?" Lin Beichen was a little confused: "How to cooperate?"
Others don't need to cooperate, why do they have to be special when they come to me?
No.
I just want to keep a low profile.
"Hold the sword and inject profound energy." Fan Zuang shouted.
Lin Beichen had no choice but to stretch out his hand to hold the hilt of the big silver sword and inject his profound energy into the body of the sword.
Swords of this level are specially made for specific purposes, and the profound pattern formation is sure to be inside. Compared with the popular standard high-quality bluebird swords in the city, the guiding ability is naturally much higher, and the profound energy is injected very much. It was smooth, and soon the mysterious pattern formation within the sword body was activated, and the silver light as bright as the moon bloomed.
And at this moment, Fan Zuang only felt that the finger strokes suddenly became extremely smooth.
Finger run.
A stroke is imprinted on the sword.
It was at this time that something unexpected happened.
Clang clang!
With Lin Beichen as the center, within a radius of 30 meters, everyone's saber suddenly vibrated, making a clanging sound, as if struggling to break free from the scabbard, towards the The big silver sword with the handle that was about to complete the name of the sword flew past.