Lin Qianjun reached out and picked up the rusty sword.

There is nothing special about this sword, it is too ordinary.

It's so ordinary that it seems everywhere.

If Lin Qianjun had not seen its image, even the people from Ziyun Holy Land would not have found it from the tens of millions of short swords in Xia Kingdom.

"Zen Guan Luo, I finally saw you!" Lin Qianjun smiled, and his eyes watched the sword through endless distance.

The supreme sword transformed by the sword bones is not comparable to other magical weapons, even if it is now restrained like a sword of mortal world.

As long as it recovers, it can re-express the supreme swordsmanship of its peak as before.

Lin Qianjun held the sword and slowly stood up.

This sword is now as dirty as him, and it is just right for him.

Now there is no need to stay in the Ziyun Holy Land anymore. The cultivation level is blocked. Apart from some insignificant skills, it is not very meaningful to stay here.

Lin Qianjun was already in nothing, so he was about to leave the mansion with his sword.

When he walked to the door, a purple light flew out of the mansion and turned into a purple umbrella and fell into Lin Qianjun's palm.

"Ziyun Umbrella?" Lin Qianjun had a smile on his expression, and he said, "I don't have the Ziyun Divine Body anymore, why do you still follow me?"

Ziyun Umbrella does not answer. The magical weapons have spirits, and loyalty is their greatest virtue.

If the previous master had not died, they would never betray them.

Since Lin Qianjun brought it out of the Ziyun True Immortal Tomb, it has only belonged to Lin Qianjun in this life.

Lin Qianjun also understood this. He carried the umbrella behind him, held the sword in his hand, and walked outside the Ziyun Holy Land.

His whereabouts were obvious, but no one stopped him.

Throughout history, all those who have achieved true immortals have gone through many tests.

In their opinion, Lin Qianjun's current disaster is just a disaster in his true immortal path.

In Yan Jing's study, someone reported to him about Lin Qianjun's situation.

"Saint Lord, Jingyuan has left. Should we send someone to follow us?"

Yan Jing was silent for a moment, then said, "No need, his path is too smooth. He needs to pass this level by himself. The position of the Ziyun Holy Son is vacant for him for ten years. Among them, if there is no disciple who is more talented and qualified than him, the position of the Holy Son will be vacant."

When the man heard this, he sighed silently in his heart.

What a talented and talented Saint Son Jingyuan is that he can be recognized by the true immortal artifact Ziyun Umbrella, and also has the bloodline divine body of Ziyun Zhenxian. At only a hundred years old, he can reach the realm of enlightenment and his combat power is comparable to that of the Holy Lord in the Holy Land.

It is difficult for the saints of all holy lands to add up together.

It is said that he has already walked out of his own path, but God is jealous of talent. Now that his cultivation has disappeared, he is even worse than mortals.

.....

The Holy Land of Tibetan Feng.

After hearing about Lin Qianjun's incident, Zhuo Zheng silently summoned the sword in his body.

He stared at the sword in his hand, thinking about the sharp sword intent he had learned from Lin Qianjun, and no matter what, he didn't believe that such a stunning and beautiful person would become like everyone else.

"Brother Jing, he will definitely reach the peak again. Before that, I have to work harder to practice."

....

Star Picking Holy Land.

Situ Kou was in seclusion in Hanfeng Valley for half a year and finally broke through to the Yunling Realm.

After leaving the seclusion, he wanted to settle the score with Lin Qianjun, but the news he received was that the cultivation of the Saint Son of Ziyun had lost all his cultivation and had been cancelled. Now that he left the holy land, he was no longer in the future.

His resentment disappeared in an instant.

He sighed in his heart that no matter how proud a person is, he cannot withstand the teasing of the world.

"Brother Jing, from the meeting between you and me, to the battle with the Holy Son of All Saints, it took only three years to fight against the Holy Son of All Saints. I didn't expect that such a thing would happen if I had only been in seclusion for half a year." Situ Kou sighed and said, "God is jealous of talent!"

.....

Among the warriors affected by the major holy places, all were shocked by Lin Qianjun's incident.

He came out of nowhere, and just gained some reputation, but disappeared out of nowhere.

This Ziyun Saint Son is regrettable and curious.

However, the curious Ziyun Son is now walking in the Piaoyun Kingdom in Changzhou in a cold and hunger.

This country is the country where Lin Qianjun came after he first arrived in this world.

It is also the closest country to Ziyun Holy Land.

He has no cultivation now, and is no longer able to fly and hide in the sky and the earth than before. He has walked for more than three months before he has reached the border town of this country.

"Qianqian Town, we have finally arrived!!" Lin Qianjun couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw the name of the town.

He was extremely difficult to get here all the way. After losing his cultivation level, any wild beast insect could kill him.

If his sword skills were not good, he would have been gone halfway.

After entering the town, Lin Qianjun directly found an inn to rest and ordered wine and food.

Now, he can rely on acupoints to absorb energy from heaven and earth to maintain himself. He is now just a mortal. Although his physique is quite strong, if he doesn't eat or drink, he will fall to the ground and die in just ten days.

Soon, the food was served. While Lin Qianjun was eating, he listened to the interesting things that several people from the martial arts world were discussing on the table next to him.

"Have you heard it? The sword-casting master "Sword Madman" has made a new sword. It is said that this sword was born with divine light and was already spiritual. It is not a mortal sword..."

"I know that after the sword cynical cast this sword, he felt that this sword was the best sword he had forged in this life. So he announced that he would not make a sword in this life. He even said that this sword is hard to match, and that those with virtue are here..."

"What kind of virtue is here? It is clearly because the sword is foolish and he is afraid to take the divine sword for himself. Therefore, he said this, to see who has a big fist, who has a high martial arts skills, and then give it to him as a favor."

"It's extremely, but unfortunately, the sword crazy person was still thinking about it. The day after the words were released, the fallen swordsman Song Feng rushed to Jian Chi's residence overnight, slaughtered Jian Chi's entire family and robbed the magic sword. He didn't take this favor, but he lost his life."

"According to Brother Taiwan, isn't that magic sword now in the hands of Song Feng, the Luoye Sword?"

"What a joke? In the world of Piaoyun Kingdom, the fallen sword Song Feng is at most in the top 500, and he can only be considered a little famous. It's just a joke that he wants to take the magic sword for himself. On the third day after he got the sword, the magic sword changed hands, and then he changed hands several times. Now, he no longer knows who the master of the sword is."

"I see...."

"By the way, since this magic sword is so famous, I don't know what the name of that sword is?"

"Sword Child thought that the sword was the best sword he had ever cast in his life, so he named it [Dujue]."

.....

Lin Qianjun silently finished the food, then packed some dry food, and then checked out and left.

The moment he walked out of the inn, a young swordsman stepped in.

He held a sword in his hand and a sword on his back. Lin Qianjun took a look quietly, and there were two trivial but very conspicuous fonts on the hilt of the sword on his back.

It is exactly [exclusive].

A sword that will reach the red quality is pretty good, but Lin Qianjun feels that this sword is far behind the rust sword in his hand.

.....

It was night, and it was raining heavily.

Lin Qianjun's clothes were wet.

He had a place to shelter from the rain, but it was occupied by people just before.

A group of warriors at the tepid level had a fight, and the purpose was to steal a young man's sword.

He didn't get involved, even if the sword was within his reach.

The heavy rain did not dissipate the smell of blood. Lin Qianjun saw that many scars were added to the young swordsman's body and slowly walked out of the ruined temple under the rain.

He staggered, but his eyes were very firm.

Lin Qianjun can understand, but he can't.

Now he is Jingyuan.

A peerless swordsman who doesn't need a sword.

To him, the sword is an external object after all.

Without a sword and without a whole body of cultivation, he could be an extraordinary swordsman.

The young man saw Lin Qianjun and thought that Lin Qianjun was here to compete with him for the [Outstanding] enemy, so he drew out the sword in his hand and stared at Lin Qianjun with his eyes.

[He drew his sword and looked extremely immature to you.]

[As a senior, you have decided to give him some advice.]

【Task: Instructions.】

【Defeat the target with a sword.】

【Task Reward: Free Attribute Point*1.】

[Punishment of failure: Closed sense of smell lasts for ten days.]
To be continued...