A strange smell of smoke came to my face...

After pulling out the exquisite red scabbard, I discovered that the sword body was not cyan as the name of the sword said, but black.

The sword is engraved with dense runes, the density is far higher than that of ordinary spiritual swords, and it is more complex than talismans.

The blade doesn't look very sharp either.

No matter which angle he looked at it from, Chen Yanjun didn't feel anything particularly extraordinary.

"Is this sword definitely a Xuanjie sword?"

After tinkering for a long time, sheathed the sword and finally saw a circle of imperceptible palm prints in the middle of the scabbard.

There was some blood stains on the palm prints, which were integrated with the red scabbard and were difficult to spot.

Recognize the Lord by shedding blood?

Is the blood on it the princess's blood?

However, the blood contract has been released, otherwise it would be completely absorbed and no blood stains would be visible.

Chen Yanjun used salt water to clean up the blood stains.

Then he bit his fingertip and dripped a drop of blood on it.

The blood seeped quickly along the palm prints and disappeared quickly, leaving no blood stains...

I held the scabbard again and felt a little warm.

Draw the sword again...

boom!

With a flash of spiritual smoke, the sheath at the hilt of the sword exploded, and an iron marble shot out.

Breaking the window grille, it shot into the trunk of the old locust tree in the backyard.

Chen Yanjun was drained of all his strength by the blow, and he knelt on the ground on one knee.

Breathless and wry smile...

It's actually an American Iai sword!

If you look carefully, the power of the bullet is directly related to the sword wielder's cultivation and spiritual power reserve.

To mortals, they are nothing but useless people.

If it wasn't a gift from the princess, he would definitely have to sell it for a good price.

For now, it can only be placed in the inventory.

Maybe it will be useful in the future?

That’s it for packing your bags.

…

Chen Yanjun felt dizzy, his kneeling posture was weak, and he was unable to get up again.

I glanced at the status bar: Extraordinary physique, but empty strength.

Practicing a sword is like practicing a sword.

Chen Yanjun did not waste the Healing Pill to quickly recover his physical strength. Instead, he dragged his vain body to the bookshelf to find a few first aid medical texts.

Lying on the couch, I started reading as hard as I could.

[Medical skill +1, progress 50/100]

[Medical skill +1, progress 51/100]

[Medical skill +1...]

Chen Yanjun just read it all day long.

When I woke up, the fish-white color was already showing in the east.

[Medical Skills: 77/100 (Excellent Skills)]

It’s going up pretty fast!

It shows that the original owner's medical skills are really just scratching the surface.

Chen Yanjun wondered if this guy was playing football every day in the Imperial College.

After getting up, washing up, and having some morning tea, Chen Yanjun packed a few lecture pharmacopeias in a cloth bag and went out as usual to the Imperial College.

When passing by Caoxing, the medicine boy at the medicine shop had not yet changed his shift at night, so he greeted him respectfully.

"Good morning, Mr. Chen!"

It's the first time.

"morning."

Chen Yanjun replied symbolically, stepped out of the threshold and guarding the house, and came to Nanxianfang Street.

The sky was dark, the dim lights were a mixture of white fish and early rosy clouds, and the traffic in the sky never stopped.
Chapter completed!