"I hope to hear the details."

Feng Qingyang was silent for a moment, gently stroked the amethyst on the hilt of the sword, with endless nostalgia in his eyes.

"In the records of that sword book, this soft sword is called 'Ziwei', which is the sword match made by the senior before he was thirty years old. However, the senior once accidentally injured the righteous man because of his mistake. With self-pity, the senior threw it into the valley. It has been hundreds of years since there has been no news!"

Although I had expected it, Chen Chong was still shocked when he heard these words with his own ears.

Then, his breathing began to become rapid-Ziwei Soft Sword!

You know, this is the second weapon of the sword demon Dugu Qiubai!

Although Chen Chong's martial arts are completely a strong way to open and close, and are completely incompatible with the "Ziwei Soft Sword", he still hopes that there will be one such high-quality collection in his portable space.

Besides, even if you use it inappropriately, it would be good for your women to use it. Anyway, there are a lot of girls, and there is always one that matches each other.

So Chen Chong sighed, "So, Zuo Lengchan did a good thing? He worked so hard to get this sword, and it happened that Chen would get it. It was fate to use the old man's mouth to see the light of heaven again with my hands!"

fate!

Hearing these two words, Feng Qingyang's body shook, and a trace of enlightenment flashed in his eyes.

Since the predecessor abandoned the sword, the Ziwei soft sword has disappeared for hundreds of years. When it was in Zuo Lengchan's hands, the sword was hidden.

I wandered around the world and had no fixed whereabouts, but after the sword reached the hands of this young man, the young man met me.

If this is not fate, then what is fate?

Feng Qingyang is a generation of "Feng", two generations higher than Yue Buqun, and he has already passed his 80s.

The younger you are, the less you know the world is. You are scolding the sky and the earth all day long and scolding Buddha and ancestors;

But the older people become more and more awe-inspiring, respecting destiny, respecting ghosts and gods, and respecting adults.

Even though Feng Qingyang has a great cultivation level, he can be called the sword saint of the world. Faced with so many coincidences, he still can only choose to believe that he is destined.

Immediately afterwards, a divine light flashed in Feng Qingyang's eyes, as if he had figured out something in an instant.

He handed the Ziwei soft sword back to Chen Chong and said in a deep voice: "Little brother, you must hold this sword away and must not be lost."

Chen Chong took it and said happily: "That's natural. If I meet a good craftsman, I have to match it with a hilt and scabbard."

Seeing him fiddling with the soft sword, Feng Qingyang said with great interest: "Little brother, you seemed to say that you were hit by the sword energy before, I wonder what's going on?"

"This is the matter!"

Chen Chong rubbed his hands, and a hint of embarrassment appeared on his face: "Lin Zhennan stole the secrets of martial arts from the palace, and invited the leader of Huashan to help him, preparing to solve the problem of Dongchang's mantra and comprehend them together.

I thought I would like to add some help to Lin Zhennan, so that I can read the secrets at that time, which can be considered to increase my martial arts knowledge.

But I didn't know that I had a thrust into my ideas. Not only did Zuo Lengchan become a lackey in the East Factory, but the father-in-law, who was the leader, also had extremely high martial arts skills. I only learned fist and foot skills, and I accidentally got Zuo Lengchan's sword energy.

Alas, I'm also blamed for being careless. Everyone broke through the dark and parted ways. The old eunuch was ambushing and attacking, so I added another sword energy to my body..."

"You have only practiced fists and feet?"

He wanted to say something else, but Feng Qingyang suddenly asked, "Have you ever learned swordsmanship?"

Chen Chong nodded: "It's true. Before today, I have never learned any weapons."

Feng Qingyang keenly grasped the keyword and said strangely: "What does it mean before today?"
Chapter completed!