Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman Chapter 111: What a ghost name

Everyone's expressions changed one after another.

The teenagers reach out and hold their swords.

The older generation will control the sword with a little bit of cultivation.

Clang clang!

The sound of sword cries continues.

Cao Potian didn't care about it at first, but gradually he was unable to suppress the Heaven Slaying Sword with his mental power. .

Dongfang Zhan is holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, looking extremely hard, barely controlling the Fearless Sword by his side.

Other teenagers, such as Xue Yan, Song Queyi, Song Qingfeng, Lin Haitang, etc., also tried their best to control the sword so that the ultimate sword would not fly out.

Bai Wuyun is like a rag doll hanging on a big sword, trying to maintain it, holding the hilt of the sword with one hand and the stone pillar with the other hand, barely being sucked in.

Of course, there are also people like Xia Houchong, Xia Hou Ang, etc. Although they tried their best to maintain it, they could not control the sword around their waist in the end. In the clanging sound, the long sword flew out and shot towards Lin Beichen.

Shhhhhh!

Like a fairy flying sword.

Dozens of swords broke through the air, and they all hung in the air at a distance of about two meters from Lin Beichen.

This made Chu Hen, who was about to shoot, heaved a sigh of relief and did not move.

Just then—

"It's done."

Fan Zuang shouted with joy.

I saw the last stroke of the word 'Germany' fall, and finally completed the whole process of naming the sword.

He was sweating profusely and his face flushed, as if he had collapsed from a serious illness, but the ecstasy in his eyes could not be concealed.

In this situation, although it is difficult to assign a name, it is a rare opportunity for a swordsmith. With the cooperation of the sword master, completing the whole process of assigning a sword spirit is like a warrior who broke the practice The bottleneck is the same, which means that since then, his sword-casting cultivation has made a qualitative leap, and it may not be long before he can practice the technique of [Sword Soul].

Lin Beichen only felt a sense of blood connection coming from the hilt of the German sword.

This two-handed great sword seems to be an extension of his own arm, and it seems to be one with himself.

This is more comfortable than any sword he has ever felt before.

It's like when I was a game house in my previous life, and I finally grasped the ecstasy of the ecstasy in countless fantasies.

Every swordsman must have his own sword.

Sure enough.

He held the sword and waved it casually.

Clang clang!

More than a dozen swords suspended in mid-air, all of which broke in an instant

Crash.

"Scared?"

It was only then that Lin Beichen noticed something was wrong around him.

"You guys... attacked me when I wasn't paying attention?"

My brain was running fast, and Lin Beichen directly threw the blame without hesitation, saying: "It's too shameless. However, the ugly words are up front, everyone has seen it, my virtue, I didn't touch your sword just now. , so I won't pay for these broken swords."

Someone Lin is now a **** cock.

Want him to pay?

Impossible.

Xia Houchong and the others saw this scene, and they all cried and wanted to cry without tears.

Although their saber is not a treasure, it is also a weapon of choice. what.

"One hundred percent fit, one sword out, one hundred swords destroyed, haha, congratulations, little friend, you got a fit sword."

Fan Zuang's eyes flashed a look of shock, he carefully concealed it, and bowed his hands with a smile.

A sword of fit?

"What's that?"

Lin Beichen's ignorant eyes widened.

"Hehe, little friend will know the beauty of it in the future." Fan Zuang didn't explain, and said with a smile on his face: "There are two other swords, let me continue to name the sword for little friend."

How did this guy suddenly become so enthusiastic?

The change in attitude before and after is too obvious, right?

Suspicious in his heart, Lin Beichen handed over the Zhongyin Sword and said, "It's called Dolan."

Fan Zuang was startled: "Dolan?"

"Yes, early laning artifacts."

Lin Beichen was genuine with emotion.

Early laning?

What the hell?

Fan Zuang looked bewildered.

Others around were stunned.

Dolan's sword?

Very strange name.

Who is Dolan?

Name?

Or a place name?

"Okay, as you wish." Fan Zuang didn't ask much, but fulfilled his duty as a master swordsman, using the [Swordsmanship] secret technique to engrave the word 'Dolan' on the on the body of the Zhongyin Sword.

This time, there is no picture of a hundred swords worshipping.

But when Lin Beichen held the Dolan sword, a dazzling bright silver mysterious pattern flickered, activating the formation in the sword body, and when the newly forged sword was awakened, Qingyue's long sword cry The sound still echoes clearly in the city lord's mansion, compared to

Qian Cao Potian and Bai Qiyun's movements were even bigger.

Everyone is discolored.

Cao Potian's face was very dark.

And Fan Zuang exclaimed: "And... is it a 100% fit?"

Another fit sword?

He stared at Lin Beichen, thinking in his heart, this young man, wouldn't he be the pure sword in the legend?

Born to be compatible with Wanjian?

Unlikely.

This probability is too low.

Even in Baiyun City, there may not be such a genius.

Lin Beichen swung the Dolan sword a few times, feeling very good, as if his arms were instructing him, as if he was one with his body.

Not bad.

Suddenly I'm a little reluctant to sell it for money.

He handed the small silver sword, that is, the light silver short sword, to Fan Zuang, and said, "This sword, let's call it... er... let's call it Zheng Yi."

Zheng Yi?

What the **** is that name?

Fan Zuang's smiling expression gradually solidified.

Others were stunned when they heard the name.

The arrogant little loli Bai Yanyun said in shock: "Zheng Yijian?"

Lin Beichen looked back and said, "What did you say? Say it again."

Bai Wuyun subconsciously said: "Zheng Yijian."

"What?" Lin Beichen asked again.

"Zheng - Yi - Sword -!!!"

Bai Wuyun let out a dragon roar: "Is it clear?"

"Hahaha, I heard clearly." Lin Beichen smiled back with satisfaction and said, "Yes, it's Ekin Cheng."

What a nostalgic name.

Coming to this world, it is really all kinds of loneliness and coldness.

Being able to hear such a familiar name from a previous life again is a blessing.

He named the Zhongyin Sword as 'Dolan Sword' and the Small Silver Sword as 'Zheng Yijian', not for spoofing, nor for bad fun, but wanted to make his own time in this way. Remind myself all the time that I am an earthling and must find ways to return to earth.

Because, on Earth, there are still friends and relatives waiting for me.

Mom and Dad must be looking for themselves all over the world like crazy.

How anxious and desperate are they?

So, be sure to go back.

Lin Beichen said solemnly: "Master Fan, if you have a job, you will be called Zheng Yijian."