In the underground secret room, a blue electric light suddenly appeared.

It was very faint, and it was only in the darkness that I could see clearly.

Chen Xinghe shook his head and said to himself: "No, the Three Soul Sword only has three swords. It emphasizes the meaning but not the form, and the frame but not the gravity. To put it simply, it gives the sword in your hand a special characteristic. You can get there as quickly as you want.

To the extreme, if you want to be thin, go as thin as possible; if you want to kill, just go forward bravely."

"Let the sword sink into your thoughts and will, stand on the spot and put on a posture! It can be understood as a clothes rack to hang clothes, downplaying your own existence, that is to say, you don't regard yourself as a human being, only as a sword with three characteristics.

The long sword can be used to kill the enemy in an instant."

"This is the essence of the Three Soul Sword."

"However, it is too difficult to give the sword the characteristics in your mind. It is precisely because of this difficulty that Elder Sha resorted to the next best thing and used some of the sword's own characteristics to cast the Three Soul Sword. His second sword is hidden in his belt, and it is light and agile.

, cold, soft. If the old man was not poisoned, he would definitely use the Three Soul Sword to kill everyone, and at least the masters of each faction would pay ten or even twenty times the price."

"The strange thing is that just now I used the index finger of my right hand as a sword to draw a faint electric light, thunder and lightning? Lightning?"

Chen Xinghe was quite curious. Originally, his right hand was extremely mysterious due to a strange disease. Turtle wrinkles appeared regularly, causing him great pain. If he could use his right hand, he might be able to slowly solve this mystery.

Try it as soon as you think of it, put your posture on the spot, just downplay the thought of your own existence, and after a while, grab a touch of inspiration and reach out your hand.

Just listen to the sound of "Zi", and the blue and purple electric lights complement each other.

A thought came into my mind: "It's lightning!"

Chen Xinghe looked at the big golden hammer in surprise. He saw that the head of the hammer had been broken into pieces, and arcs were still flying around the cracks. The golden water dripped to the ground, and the temperature was quite high.

Before he could recover, the big golden hammer was completely shattered and looked beyond recognition.

At this time, the air is a little smelly but feels fresh, just like places that experience lightning on rainy days. The smell is the same.

Chen Xinghe never expected that just by practicing his sword, he would draw out the lightning. He didn't know whether it would be a good thing or a bad thing for his right hand.

Seeing the golden fragments in front of him, he was extremely excited!

"Gold is very soft, but these three hammers are mixed with other metals to make the gold much harder."

"I didn't expect that such a high temperature would erupt in one blow, and pure gold would be extracted directly. With my current hand strength, it would be easy to crush it into golden beans."

"Hiss..." Just as he was thinking about something good, Chen Xinghe felt a slight pain coming from the back of his right hand. This was a precursor to the onset of a strange disease.

"Isn't it?"

"This lightning is extremely important. Does it help me suppress the strange disease?"

"I can't suppress the lightning immediately after I strike it out. Is this turtle pattern starting to make trouble again?"

"Bitterness! What's the use of having more gold? I need weapons, a lot of weapons, preferably magic weapons that have been tested and honed over time in the battlefield."

"What should I do? If I had known that I would be so passive when practicing, I might as well lie in the room and pretend to be dead!"

"Even if you are looking for someone to buy weapons with gold, regardless of whether they will sell you or not, you can figure out with your toes what will happen if your money is exposed."

"Where can I find weapons? Yes, I'm overcomplicating the problem!"

Chen Xinghe chuckled, and then said to his right hand with a sad face: "Brother, you can't go too far, please give me three days, okay?"

"It's only three days. If I'm seriously injured, I'll have to recover for at least two days. I'll give you food on the third day, otherwise you can just eat the gold and forget it."

His right hand still caused the slightest bit of pain, making Chen Xinghe so angry that he lost his temper.

"Why did you identify the weapon? Why can't gold work? Aren't they all metals?"

"Is it because real gold is not afraid of fire? Even lightning can't touch real gold! There's nothing you can do with gold?"

Naturally, the right hand would not answer, and Chen Xinghe began to think blindly.

Every time a strange illness occurred, he would think of something to divert his attention.

This was the situation at the moment. He kept thinking about the Three Soul Sword, hoping to let himself reach a state of selflessness so as to resist the excruciating pain.

Don't tell me, this method is very effective, at least after fighting for so many years, once you get into the rhythm, it's like an old monk entering concentration, and your brain temporarily blocks the pain.

Not sure how much time had passed, Chen Xinghe suddenly raised his left hand and pointed it between his eyebrows, shouting: "Forget!"

After a long time, he let out a breath, patted his chest and said: "Lucky luck, the first sword of the Three Soul Sword caused lightning, and the second sword was called Zuo Wanghao, which made the enemy lose consciousness for a moment and made him forget the pain! It seems that

It works, I can no longer feel the slightest bit of pain."

The pain was temporarily relieved, but Chen Xinghe knew that this method would treat the symptoms but not the root cause. In the end, he would still have to satisfy the demand for weapons from the strange disease in his right hand.

"Let's go out first. With the help of my weird right hand, this three-soul sword has acquired two souls, lightning and sitting and forgetting. It's not my skill, it's just trickery! Of course, trickery is also a skill to a certain extent.

"

After leaving the secret room, Chen Xinghe smiled.

There was a lot of food on the table. It was obvious that the senior sister had been here and placed a note beside it, telling him to eat on time and not to practice martial arts without caring about his health.

"Haha, it feels so good to be cared about."

What I didn't say was one word: eat.

Chen Xinghe is not picky about food, as most Jianghu people are, because practicing Qigong consumes a lot of energy, and if he cannot keep up with food, his body will be overtaxed.

Facts have proved that if you don’t hang out among the disciples for a longer time, if you don’t have extraordinary qualifications, and if you don’t become a true disciple, no one will come to visit you.

That's right, the other senior brothers and sisters are all strangers, even if they look familiar, they can't pronounce their names.

This is not true of Dian Cang Sect, but of all sects.

Newcomers who enter the sect first start as handyman disciples. Those with good qualifications can quickly become disciples. The threshold set by Dian Cang Sect is low. Becoming a disciple at Chen Xinghe's age is extremely ordinary, so apart from Luo Chan'er, there is no one else.

Someone will waste their time on him.

It's nice to be quiet and you can free up a lot of time to practice martial arts.

In addition, the sword embryo that is growing in the body seems to like the chill provided by this wing.

Chen Xinghe tried to find the source of the coldness and found that the bed was made of dark wood, the floor was made of dark wood, and even the tables and chairs were made of dark wood.

Thinking about the wooden piles in the secret room, they also seemed to be dark wood. No wonder there was such a strong chill.

Although he inherited Elder Sha's memory, he didn't go into too many details, otherwise Chen Xinghe's brain would be blown up.

In the blink of an eye, three days had passed, and Luo Chan'er revealed that Junior Brother Chen had woken up last night and received a symbolic visit from the master who taught him the Kung Fu, but nothing happened.

It's not that they don't want to see Chen Xinghe, but that Elder Qian is getting worse and worse, and the senior teachers are worrying about how to cover up the news, otherwise they won't be able to get involved.
Chapter completed!