Family cultivation of immortality: from Fairy Cat Valley to the Nine Divine Realms

"Clan leader, what is going on?" Zhang Meng asked in confusion.

"When the old clan leader was seriously injured by a second-level monster, and there was not much time left, we decided who would be the next clan leader based on our swordsmanship. I lost that battle." Zhang Yuhuai closed his eyes tightly, his face showing Showing pain.

"Old oil man, why did you give up back then?" Henry Zhang asked the old oil man who was leaning on the chair again.

The old oily man picked up the gourd, poured a pot of wine, and said leisurely: "The position of patriarch is nothing, I don't care about it."

"Zhang Jianqiu, don't be quick to talk. The reason why you gave up your position as patriarch was because you were hanging out with that demon girl in disguise. The old patriarch asked you to choose one. Either accept the position of clan leader and kill the demon girl, or give up the clan leader. position." Zhang Yujue, the elder of the three tribes, said.

Upon hearing this, the old oil man stood up from his chair, pointed at Zhang Yujue and cursed: "You are not allowed to call her a witch! If your father hadn't been the patriarch of the old clan, how could you have been favored by the family, and the pills were piled up to build the foundation. Have you become an elder of the three clans?"

"You...bastard!" Zhang Yujue seemed to have been stabbed in a painful spot, and he drew his sword to kill the old oil man.

Zhang Meng on the side quickly stopped him.

"What do you want?" Zhang Yuhuai asked, looking at the old oil man.

"I want my father, my mother, my brother, and her to come back to life. Can you do it?"

Zhang Yuhuai was silent for a while.

"The winner is the king, the loser is the bandit, you choose the path. It doesn't matter that you were young before, but now that you are old, can you still not figure it out?" Zhang Yujue said sarcastically.

The old oily man was not offended this time. He took a long sip of wine and said to Zhang Yuhuai in front of him: "I only want a fight!"

"Just want a fight?!"

Everyone around, including Zhang Xuan, was shocked.

Zhang Jianqiu's dantian was shattered and he was at the first level of Qi refining, yet he dared to challenge the late stage of foundation building.

However, considering that he is already over 70 years old, he only has a few more years to live.

Just challenge his former opponent and fulfill his last wish.

This is the paranoia of a swordsman.

Thinking of this level, everyone understood it.

"As you wish, draw the sword!" Zhang Yuhuai directly took out the Wuyou Sword.

"Hehe... I didn't expect that ancestor Zhang Xing's Wuyou Sword would fall into your hands. One part of it is murderous intent, three parts of spiritual energy, and the remaining six parts are Wuyou. What a pity!" said the old oil man as he took a sip of wine.

"Zhang Jianqiu, you are the opponent I, Zhang Yuhuai, respect the most in my life. I will not hold back on this sword. I just want you to feel at ease." Zhang Yuhuai said solemnly.

"Come on, why are you talking so much nonsense?"

The old greaser hunched over and pulled out a sword full of cracks and scars.

This sword is actually a low-grade magic weapon.

Even if you hold it in the early stage of Qi refining, it will feel shabby.

The old oil man took great care of it and wrapped the handle of the sword in a rag. There were a lot of wine stains on the rag, which showed that it had been used for many years.

"At that time, because I gave up the position of patriarch, all strong branches were destroyed. What my father said to me before he died was: I don't blame you, you have your own way, and the family should not be a burden to you. It's not a good father. …”

The old greaser muttered to himself like a nightmare.

Holding a broken sword in his hand, he staggered and walked towards Zhang Yuhuai step by step.

Zhang Yuhuai's eyes were about to burst and he shouted: "The shadow of the sword weighs a thousand times!"

The Wuyou Sword turned into a thousand sword shadows and stabbed towards a thin body.

Each heavy sword shadow is equivalent to a fatal blow for the foundation-building monk.

The entire restaurant was shattered piece by piece under the shadow of a thousand swords.

The elders of the surrounding tribes used protective spiritual energy to protect the strong branches of the descendants around them.

Henry Zhang also took out the Star Marrow Immortal Dragon Cauldron and blocked out the lingering power of the sword shadows.

But the old oily man, holding a broken sword in his hand, did not dodge or dodge.

"Possessed by the sword soul!"

The aura on the old oil man's body weakened rapidly.

But the broken sword in his hand moved step by step.

From a low-grade magic weapon to a high-grade magic weapon.

From the high-grade magic weapon, he broke through the steps and entered the spiritual weapon.

Low-grade spirits.

Middle grade spiritual weapon.

Top-notch spirits.

The power of the spiritual sword is still increasing.

The surroundings were filled with light and the swordsmanship was circling.

In everyone's surprised eyes, this broken low-grade magic weapon was upgraded to a magic weapon.

Magic weapons are beyond the scope of ordinary spiritual weapons, and can even breed a certain spirituality.

As soon as this sword comes out.

The surrounding sword shadows fell one by one.

"Ah?" Zhang Yuhuai was also surprised at this time.

I still remember that during the sword competition fifty years ago, Zhang Jianqiu realized that the possession of the sword soul could upgrade a low-grade magical weapon to a high-grade magical weapon.

But now, Zhang Jianqiu is only at the first level of Qi Refining, but he uses the sword soul possessed so well that he can directly upgrade the low-grade magic weapon in his hand into a magic weapon.

"So what about the magic weapon? The key is the person holding the sword!"

Zhang Yuhuai snorted coldly, held the Wuyou Sword in his hand, and slashed down with the sword.

Another huge sword shadow towered over the sky, and all the houses within a few hundred feet were shattered into powder under the pressure of the sword shadow.

Even Zhang Jianqiu's shabby clothes were in pieces.

"clang--"

The huge sword shadow struck the sword in Zhang Jianqiu's hand.

A series of sword energy galaxies extended to the center of the lake.

"Wow..."

The lake bursts its banks, and the ocean is filled with blue waves.

Except for the shadows of swords, the elders of the clan could not see anything at this time.

The terrifying sword shadow filled the entire city.

Sword marks appeared on the bodies of the people around them, and wailing sounds could be heard all around.

Henry Zhang was surprised to find a faint residual rhyme of swordsmanship.

"He actually produced the residual rhyme of Kendo?!"

Henry Zhang was surprised at first, and then happy.

He randomly awakens the Twelve Heavenly Sound Diagrams.

The huge one-horned phantom woke up, saw a vague remnant of swordsmanship in front of him, and closed his eyes again.

"Don't worry, no matter how small a mosquito is, it's still meat. Why do you still dislike it?" Henry Zhang's consciousness kept beating the one-horned figure.

Dujiao Si Xuying opened his eyes again and reluctantly absorbed this trace of the remaining charm of the sword.

[Name: Twelve Tianyin Pictures]

[Level: Proficient (3/10)]

[Function: Capture a trace of the remaining charm of the great avenue of the soldier-casting, and generate 1 point of Tianyin. You can use 1 point of Tianyin to % understand the first level of the weapon-casting skill. 】

Henry Zhang was puzzled: "Didn't the Twelve Heavenly Sound Tu absorb the residual rhyme of the sword? How come it became a weapon maker?"

He immediately thought that this trace of the remaining charm of the avenue came from the magic weapon that the old oil man upgraded, and it could be regarded as related to the casting of weapons.

As for the Thousand Shadows of the Sword or the Possession of the Sword Soul, such sword skills should only be understood from the sword wall.

This is also a coincidence. The collision of swordsmanship with the same roots and ancestors gave birth to this vague residual charm of the avenue.

If it were another fight, even two Yuanying old monsters might not be able to defeat Dao Can Yun.

"That's fine. Together with the soldiers, although there are treasure trees to condense the spiritual weapons, there are many restrictions after all, and they are not under my own control. After all, there is a layer between them."

Henry Zhang directly used this bit of Tianyin to understand the forging of weapons.

A sound from outside the world floated in, turning into mysterious military patterns and pouring into his sea of ​​energy.

A line of text appears.

[Tian Yin enters the sea and can 100% refine a first-level low-grade magic weapon. 】

An imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of Henry Zhang's mouth.