Chapter 24 Purple Dragon Beard

When he walked out of the Xuanwu Pavilion, it was already dusk, and Yan Song realized that he had spent three or four hours on the boundary with that layer of spiritual power in the pavilion. Along the way, he saw that Yan Jia was standing at the inner door of Jianzhai and waiting. At that moment, he greeted happily, and the two walked into the house together.

After eating in a hurry, Yan Song couldn't wait to sit on his **, closed his eyes and Xuan Xiu. Soon, he took the nine purple dragon beards and entered the virtual realm of Jade Bodhi. When he saw the purple dragon beard from the Xuanwu Pavilion, he was eager to bring it into the virtual world and compare it with the huge white marble Panlong. Why did the two give him such a similar feeling?

Standing under the dragon head, Yan Song held the purple dragon beard and wanted to make some action. Suddenly, the long-lost cold voice sounded again and wondered, "Zilong beard?"

For this cold woman's voice, except for the other party teaching her how to use the Nihun Ding Xuanxiu, Yan Song has no good impression on it. The cold voice and the icy tone are not comfortable to hear, especially when Yan Song has been here for a long time, and thousands of calls still can't call this high. People, this makes Yan Song more unhappy.

At first sight of this person talking, Yan Matsumoto wanted to treat him in his own way and learnt to ignore him. However, he suddenly heard the other party blurt out the name of the thing in his hand and couldn't help but be shocked: "Why, do you know this thing?"

"Where did it come from?" The voice was still cold, only the consultant's words, and he ignored Yan Song's doubts at all.

He was a little angry. Yan Song looked around and said angrily, "Don't be so stiff. I ask you how you know this thing!"

Silent and unanswered. After a while, the voice sounded again: "This purple dragon beard is not a mortal, but a real dragon beard. Where did you get it from?

Yan Song was shocked when he heard the words. He only said that it was the name of everything in the world, which was left to be raised by people. Such as dragon knives, cloud-piercing swords, air-breaking shuttles, and Thor hammers are all louder than one by one. It is said that the power is as the name is very small. What's more, it's even more impossible in a small Ye Nancheng. But who would have thought that the cold woman's voice said that what he had in his hand was a real dragon beard!

He kept swallowing several mouthfuls of saliva, and Yan Song couldn't say a word in surprise. He turned his head and looked at the white marble dragon in front of him. Although the dragon was fake, it was still powerful, and although the purple dragon beard in his hand was small, it also exuded the momentum of the sea!

"Where did it come from?" Seeing that Yan Song was silent for a long time, the cold voice asked again.

Only then did the teenager recover and told him how to get the purple dragon beard. After saying that, the woman's voice was silent again for a long time. When Yan Song thought she was no longer there, he heard her say, "Do you have any other strange feelings in the Xuanwu Pavilion?"

Hearing Yan Song say no, the voice gasped slightly, and then said, "This purple dragon must be the supreme treasure. Its potential power is better than that of Tianwu-level Xuanbing. Once it knows the Lord, as long as you devote yourself to practice, its power will become more and more powerful with the depth of your cultivation. Your spiritual power has begun to take shape, and the sword style of the swordsman can just be used to control this magic weapon.

The Xuanbing level is divided into three levels from low to high: Zhenwu, Xianwu and Tianwu, and each level is divided into the seventh level of Rainbow. In the eyes of ordinary people, Zhenwu purple-level Xuanbing is already a magical weapon, and there are very few in the whole Yenan City. Ye Nancheng has not appeared before, but six or seven months ago, when Ruan Junchi, the master of the sword of Aomori, sent the heavenly cave sword to help Taiyue repent of his marriage, he gave a Xianwu Xuanbing - Ziyan Sword, the eldest of the Yan family.

Xianwu red-level Xuanbing has been regarded as the most precious treasure in Ye Nancheng, and the Tianwu level only appears in the legend, and the purple dragon beard in Yan Song's hand, although the woman's voice does not say what level is, it is one point higher than the Tianwu level. What kind of horror should this be?

Hearing what the woman said, Yan Song was naturally excited. He asked about some Xuanxiu, but he could no longer hear the woman's voice. This time, he didn't want to pay attention to the cold voice without saying goodbye. His heart was full of great excitement.

"Tian Taiyue, four years later, the heavenly cave will change owner, I will make you regret what you did at the beginning!" What this purple dragon must bring to him is the feeling of a truly strong man. The spirit conveyed to him by the legendary mythical beast seems to be able to accommodate everything and destroy everything.

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Out of the virtual realm of Yu Bodhi, Yan Song began to practice the swordsman. Of course, this time he already has his own weapon, which is the nine purple dragon beards.

For the purple dragon beard, he used several ways to let him know the master. First, he sensed it with spiritual power, and then he put the purple dragon virtual between more than 30 beast elixir, intending to rely on the power of the beast elixir to lead, but still failed.

Finally, he tried to know the master by dripping blood, and when one of the dragons was stained with a drop of blood, he actually swallowed the blood. Yan Song felt that there was a play. He bit his finger again and didn't look at the dragon's beard. As a result, he was speechless. The blood almost immersed the whole dragon's beard, and then it flashed slightly.

"Damn, good baby is not for nothing. It's going to bleed this time!"

Yan Song gritted his teeth, brought a large plate, put nine purple dragon whiskers into it, and then hit an iron sword and cut it on his wrist. Suddenly, blood flowed.

In a blink of an eye, the blood has soaked the nine dragons and half of them have accumulated on the plate, but the nine dragons have just appeared slightly and just reacted. Yan Song was speechless, so he had to endure his gradually weak body and let go of blood again for a while. When he felt that he really couldn't lose blood again, he forcibly stopped the bleeding.

Jiulong did not have much reaction. In desperation, he had to choose Xuanxiu to restore his physical strength and accelerate the hematopoietic function in his body as soon as possible. Thinking that Jiulong must not be able to know the master easily, Yan Song also gradually put down his eager mentality and began to divert his attention and practice the ancient book taken from Xuanwu Pavilion - the imperial virtual step method.

Three nights later, Yan Feng quietly returned to Jianzhai and ended his "visit" outside in January. After he came back, he quickly learned about the situation of the Yan family these days, including Yan Song's deterrent to the descendants of the Di family, the battle of Yenan Xuanwu List after March, etc. When he learned from Yan Jia's mouth that Yan Song had the talent of imperial objects, he was immediately happy. When he saw the imperial walking method selected by Yan Song from the Xuanwu Pavilion, he patted the teenager on the shoulder, laughed and praised, "Good boy, it's really meticulous. In this way, I can not only pass on your method of casting swords, but also learn the virtual walking method. It's really killing two birds with one stone, haha..."

And Yan Feng only smiled at the purple dragon beard selected by Yan Song. After all, in his opinion, Xuanbing is pleasing to the eye, and it is the best to get it, and he doesn't comment much. Of course, he doesn't see anything special about this purple dragon beard.

On the fifth day, Yan Song put blood into the plate again. This time, the blood on the plate was full, and the purple dragon was completely infiltrated and fused with the blood. Their whole body flashed purple light and began to tremble slightly. Yan Song knew that they had recognized the master.

Seeing that Yan Song's Xuanbing thoroughly knew the master, Yan Feng called Yan Song and Yan Jia and told him, "This time I went out and contacted two big deals, one is the imperial capital Jianzhuang, and the other is the nearest sect to Ye Nancheng, the endless sword school in the deepest Qingfeng Mountain. It's easy to say that they have long planned to open a branch in Yenan City. I believe that in less than ten days, the imperial capital Jianzhuang will do this. At that time, our Xuanbing sales will be guaranteed. At present, the two of you refer to this map and take a hundred mysterious soldiers to the Wuya Sword. This is a long way. Based on your cultivation, you can come back in about a month.

Yan Song and Yan Jia looked at each other, nodded and said, "Well, this journey is a practice. We will make a deal as soon as possible and return safely."

Yan Feng told him again: "For more than a month, you have been focusing on spiritual strength, and Xuan Xiu has hardly made much progress. Don't worry about it. If the Di family's Di Ba knows your real cultivation, he will be angry. He is likely to turn his anger into progress, and even break through the Xuanshi level before Ye Nan's Xuanwu list. Songer, you need to be psychologically prepared.

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In the early morning, before dawn, the bamboo shadow swaying in the backyard of Jianzhai.

Yan Song closed his eyes to refresh his mind. After a moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and waved his hand gently. Suddenly, nine purple lights flew out of his white long sleeves. At first glance, it was like an electric arc, making a sound of breaking through the air and shooting at three or five bamboos.

Ji, choo-jiu——

With several soft sounds in a row, the nine-foot purple arc has penetrated the bamboo body and flew towards the wall in a blink of an eye. At this time, Yan Song led with one hand and opened and closed with the swordsman's sword-like body. The nine fine light suddenly changed direction at the moment before touching the wall, and turned sharply and shot at the previous Xiuzhu again.

After a few more chirps, the courtyard suddenly kept crumpeting, and the bamboo was blown down by the occasional breeze. Looking at Yan Song, in the slightly bright morning light, he stood in the courtyard in white, surrounded by nine purple lights, like a sword array.

"Okay, at the beginning of practice, I'm so familiar with the road, much better than I was back then." Yan Feng's figure flashed out of the room and praised while clapping his hands. At this moment, the morning light is slightly bright, the east is not white, and many people are still sleeping. He is not worried that the people of the Yan family will notice him.

Then, he passed on to Yan Song some of the essentials he had summed up over the years. At the same time, he took out an ancient book from his body, which is a method of casting a sword: "Take it. If you have time all the way, you can understand it well."

Yan Song nodded and smiled, took over the ancient book, and then took out the virtual walking method from his arms. He had written down all the important things in this book in his mind, so he gave it to Uncle Yan Feng. At this time, Yan Jia also flashed out of the door. She had prepared the meal and packed up to salute.

When the three of them hurriedly finished their meal, they were already barking. The Yan family began another busy day. Yan Song ran to ask for a leave with the deacon elder, and then said goodbye to Yan Feng. Together with Yan Jia, they went out of Jianzhai. Yan walked out of Ye Nancheng on the street and went all the way west to the Fengfeng Mountain.