Global occupation: I chose sword repair

"God general!"

"God general!"

"God general!"

Ye Hui opened those books one by one, and he found none of the people who left sword repair experience were god-level figures, and he didn't find anyone above the god-level.

"Could it be that the highest level of sword repair is only a master?" Ye Hui felt a chill in his heart.

It has become a consensus that sword cultivators do not have high-quality skills, but not having high-quality skills does not mean that their cultivation base will not improve.

Soon, he turned to the back of one of the books and got the answer he wanted.

"I, Ye Fan, have decided to give up sword cultivation, and I will give up swords and use knives from now on!"

Ye Hui saw this sentence at the end of the book left by a master named Ye Fan, Jianxiu.

"Originally, I was full of confidence, thinking that I could create high-quality sword cultivation skills, but I found that I was wrong. High-quality sword cultivation skills do not exist at all. I spent ten years, a full ten years, without a clue."

"I admit that I lost, although I am not reconciled, but I have to give up, because my career path has not yet been completed, since this path is not feasible, then I can only change to another path, a path similar to sword repair. "

At the end of the book, on a whole page, this master swordsman named Ye Fan talked about his own experience.

Ye Hui could clearly feel the helplessness of the other party from between the lines.

Ye Hui can understand that a swordsman who has reached the level of a master, but in the end his strength is greatly reduced because he does not have high-quality skills.

The other party also spent ten years creating high-quality skills, but failed in the end.

At this time, the opponent had to stop the loss in time and use a knife instead.

Although you need to learn the skills of the sword separately, it is also the smallest difference from the sword. The same understanding of the sword can be used on the sword, which can save yourself learning time.

Then Ye Hui opened other books, some people changed to other books like Ye Fan, and some didn't talk about it, but he knew that the results were almost the same.

"There is no strong swordsman!" Ye Hui shook his head slightly and sighed.

This lack of power is actually all because of skills.

At this time, Ye Hui looked at the last book and said it was a book, but except for the cover, there were only two pages, which was completely incomparable with other books.

"Young Master, your cultivation level is unknown?" He was taken aback when he opened the first page of the book.

In other books, the first page would explain who the person who left these words was and what their cultivation level was at that time, but the owner of this book did not leave any information.

"I see!"

There are two lines of words on the first page, which explain the origin of this book. It is not left by the strong man, but has been handed down from the Dragon Kingdom thousands of years ago. It is unknown who left it. research.

Ye Hui turned to the second and last page. When he saw the contents of this page, he was taken aback.

There are no words on it, only a picture, a very simple picture, just a sword drawn on it, it looks ordinary.

"No!" Ye Hui's face changed, and he suddenly pulled out his sword, and then he moved it closer to the painting.

hum!
Suddenly, the painting emitted a ray of light after the sword approached to a certain distance.

At this moment, Ye Hui's consciousness seemed to be pulled. After he realized it, he found that he was no longer in the God of War Hall.

In front of him, there were three huge mountain peaks, and on top of the mountain peaks, there were three figures, with their backs to Ye Hui, looking up at the purple sun above the sky.

The man on the left is holding a magic staff in his hand, and the raging fire is burning all over him, making him look like a Vulcan.

On the mountain peak on the right, the figure held a huge bow in his left hand, and grabbed the sky with his right hand, as if he had caught the wind. Then, using the wind as an arrow, he drew the bowstring and pointed it at the sky.

And the man in the middle, dressed in white, held a battle sword in his hand, standing there straight, his whole person looked like a peerless sword that was about to be born, capable of cutting the sky.

Suddenly, he saw countless black dots appeared on the sky, and as these black dots fell, his pupils shrank.

"Strange creature!"

These black spots are different, there are mutated monsters, faceless men and gorefiends he knows, and strange creatures he has never seen before.

Looking around, there is a dense mass of darkness, and I don't know how many there are.

But at this moment, the people on the top of the mountain moved, and the person covered in flames raised the staff in his hand. Immediately, the flames all over the sky rushed into the sky, as if burning the entire sky.

And the shooter let go of the bowstring, and with a buzzing sound, the space exploded, and the falling strange creatures fell down piece by piece.

The man holding the sword in the middle has been standing there without making a move.

After a long time, a huge black shadow appeared from above the sky.

With the appearance of this black shadow, the man holding the sword finally moved. He stepped up into the air, stared at the huge black shadow, and his voice resounded throughout the world, "I will kill you to sleep for ten thousand years with my life!"

hum!
The war sword was unsheathed, and a sword slashed at the black shadow. The terrifying sword glow fell from the sky. The void couldn't bear it at this moment, and was divided into two, and the whole world trembled.

The huge claws of the black shadow fell and blocked the sword light.

puff!
The purple blood flew out and fell to the ground like rain. The black image gradually receded as if it had been seriously injured.

Before retreating, he took a deep look at the figure holding the sword, opened his mouth and said something, like a spell covering the world.

The sword repair man spat out a mouthful of blood, his breath was weak, before he fell down, he drew a picture of a sword in the void, and then fell to the ground.

Faxiu and Sagittarius were about to step forward to support him, but he shook his head and looked up at the sky.

The two finally gritted their teeth, then stepped up into the air, and disappeared until then.

At this point, the picture completely disappeared, and when Ye Hui woke up, his consciousness returned to the God of War Hall.

Immediately afterwards, a new skill appeared in his mind.

"One sword breaks the sky!"

"No rank!"

The reason why there is no level is because this skill can only be cultivated after reaching the first rank.

And once started, this skill is S rank, as his cultivation base increases, the quality of the skill will also increase.

"Is this the so-called levelless, so perverted levelless."

"Who said there are no high-quality sword repairs?" Ye Hui's eyes showed a strong light.

Sword cultivators are not of high quality, it's pure nonsense, at least this sword breaks the sky is high quality, and the figure in the picture just now is definitely a terrifying existence among professionals.

This also shows that the way of sword repair is a way to reach the sky, and it is not without potential.

The most important thing is that with a sword that breaks the sky, it proves that sword cultivators can have other high-quality skills. If they can't create them, it just varies from person to person. It may be difficult, but it is definitely possible.

When he looked at the book in his hand again, he found that the painting had disappeared, leaving only a blank sheet of paper on this page.

"I don't know if this book in the War God Museum in other cities has also become a blank sheet of paper?" Ye Hui suddenly thought about it.

This book is not unique to Qingchuan, because it is not left by Qingchuan masters, so it should be available all over the country. The purpose is to see if anyone can find out the mystery within the whole country.

However, it is estimated that even if it becomes a blank sheet of paper, no one will notice it during this period of time. After all, there are so few sword masters. The key is that no one has been able to comprehend it for so many years, and no one has cared about this book for a long time.

At the same time, Happiness Alley, Invincible Blacksmith Shop.

Ye Wudi suddenly stopped striking the iron, he suddenly raised his head, glanced at the purple sun, smiled, "As expected of my son."

After he finished speaking, he smashed it down with a hammer, and sparks flew everywhere!