PFC Chapter 193 Xuanyuan Sword Recognizes its Master
Chapter 193 Xuanyuan Sword Recognizes its Master
Just as Yang Qing was about to resist, the old monk's voice rang out again in his mind:
"Don't resist!"
Instantly, a stream of information flooded into his sea of consciousness. It turned out to be a sword manual. At the same time, a phantom appeared in Yang Qing's sea of consciousness. Upon closer inspection, it was exactly the same as the old monk!
Yang Qing's soul turned into a little man and appeared in the sea of consciousness.
The old monk looked at this sea of consciousness world in amazement and said with a hint of joy:
"I didn't expect you to have such an adventure! Great! This is easy!"
The old monk flipped his palm, and a sword box appeared in his hand. He said in a deep voice:
"Watch carefully! I'll only demonstrate one side!"
The sword manual was opened, the long sword was unsheathed, and the old monk practiced each move according to the sword manual.
The sword moves were sometimes gentle and sometimes fierce. Yang Qing watched carefully, and slowly followed the movements using his fingers as swords.
After a long while, the old monk stopped and asked:
"Do you understand?"
Yang Qing nodded, and the old monk's eyes gleamed with surprise:
"Call me!"
After saying that, he threw the long sword to Yang Qing. Yang Qing caught the long sword. The 80-jin Xuanyuan Sword made Yang Qing's arm sink and almost broke.
Yang Qing was shocked and quickly injected spiritual energy into it, which made him feel relieved. The old monk said:
"Spiritual energy sword control, not bad, not bad!"
Yang Qing immediately started to dance, and the old monk nodded with a satisfied smile on his face.
After Yang Qing finished fighting, he put away his sword. The old monk said:
"Hit me again!"
Yang Qing immediately started over and started fighting seriously. This time the old monk began to correct some of Yang Qing's movements. After an unknown amount of time, the old monk took the sword with satisfaction!
"The final move, Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin! Watch it!"
The old monk threw the sword into the air, closed his eyes, quickly formed seals with his hands, and suddenly opened his eyes and shouted:
"open!"
The long sword instantly turned into thousands of flying swords, which quickly rotated around the old monk. The old monk pointed his finger forward, and the flying swords quickly flew towards Yang Qing, completely wrapping Yang Qing in the rain of swords!
Yang Qing stared in astonishment at the flying swords spinning rapidly around him, feeling as if tens of thousands of murderous intentions were locked onto him. If it were anyone else, being locked in by such murderous intent would probably have been frightened to death.
The old monk shouted again:
"receive!"
Thousands of long swords flew away quickly and gathered behind the old monk, with the sword tips pointing directly at Yang Qing, making bursts of trembling sounds.
The old monk pointed at the sword box, and the sword box opened. Thousands of long swords quickly gathered towards the sword box, and soon they condensed into long swords above the sword box and flew into the box!
Yang Qing stared at the sword box in amazement. He had only seen these once in his previous life, during the game between his master and the Sword Saint. Yang Qing was extremely envious at the time and begged the Sword Saint for more than a hundred years, but the Sword Saint refused to teach him.
Now that magical skills are within his reach, how can he not be happy?
The old monk said:
"You practice diligently here, and you can leave when you have mastered it!"
After saying this, the old monk disappeared into the sea of consciousness.
As soon as the old monk left, Yang Qing couldn't wait to give it a try, but no matter how he urged it, the Xuanyuan Sword showed no reaction!
Yang Qing looked at the mental formula in the sword manual with doubt:
"Right? Why not?"
Yang Qing continued to try unconvinced, but the Xuanyuan Sword remained as still as a mountain, quietly staying where it was.
At this time, the old monk's voice sounded:
"The Xuanyuan Sword is already spiritual. To activate it, you must make him believe in you! Willingly submit to you! Only when the Sword recognizes its master can it be perfect!"
Yang Qing fell into deep thought, and suddenly his eyes lit up. He smiled and with a thought, he got the Dragon Roar Sword in his hand in an instant.
Yang Qing stroked the Dragon Roar Sword and said:
"Longlong, go talk to him and ask him to behave himself!"
The Dragon Roar Sword suddenly trembled violently, making a buzzing sound. Yang Qing was stunned:
"Hey, hey, hey? Longlong! Are you being disobedient?!"
Long Yinjian was yelling MMP in his heart, it was so disgusting!
The Dragon Roar Sword suddenly turned towards the Xuanyuan Sword. The Xuanyuan Sword seemed to tremble. Yang Qing rubbed his eyes. Was he seeing things?
Immediately afterwards, Yang Qing was stunned to see the Xuanyuan Sword flying in front and the Longyin Sword chasing behind.
Yang Qing rubbed his eyes. "Hey, hey, hey! I asked you to talk to him, why are you chasing him?"
Suddenly, the Xuanyuan Sword flashed with golden light and turned into a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, while the Longyin Sword flashed with white light and turned into a middle-aged uncle!
Yang Qing was stunned by this scene. What the hell! No wonder Xuanyuan Sword ran away! Anyone would have run away!
Huh? No! This is... a sword spirit? Holy shit, forcing out the sword spirit? Is Long Yin really that filthy?
The girl ran to Yang Qing and circled around him, and the uncle chased after her. Even the old monk appeared in Yang Qing's consciousness again, staring at this incredible scene in amazement!
The girl shouted anxiously:
"Old bald donkey, you're still enjoying the show, why don't you stop him quickly?"
The old monk shook his head:
"Amitabha, I can't beat you! Good, good!"
The girl grabbed Yang Qing:
"Hey! Watch your sword!"
Yang Qing himself had been burnt on the outside and tender on the inside by the thunder. Just now he was calling Long Yin "Long Long", but now he felt sick looking at this middle-aged uncle!
But a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl was pestering him and acting like a spoiled child. Yang Qing couldn't stand it anymore and quickly stopped Long Yin.
"Hey hey hey! That's enough! Stop chasing!"
Longyin Sword shook his head:
"No! I must catch up with her today!"
Yang Qing grabbed Long Yin and said:
"No, no, no! Someone who doesn't know would think you two have a grudge against each other!"
Long Yin snorted:
"Of course I have a grudge. When the ten famous swords were ranked, I was locked up in a cave, which is why this little girl got the title of the number one sword. Today I want to compete with her. Why is a little girl like her the number one swordsman?"
Yang Qing was speechless. How could such a strong desire to win come from just a sword?
"Hey hey hey! Alright, alright! The Green Bird Sword is the demon clan's most precious treasure, yet it's not even on the list! Why are you so excited?"
The girl made a face at the uncle:
"A little bit!"
Long Yin took a look:
"Hey! You're provoking me, little girl! Let me see if I can beat you up!"
Yang Qing yelled in anger.
"Oh, alright! Stop making trouble!"
Long Yin and Xuan Yuan finally calmed down a bit. Xuan Yuan smiled at Yang Qing and said, "Hey, if you had told me earlier that you were the master of this old man, wouldn't I have obeyed you a long time ago?"
Yang Qing looked at Xuanyuan in shock. This sounded strange.
Xuanyuan's forehead flashed with light, and a ball of gray mist flew out. The old monk's jaw almost dropped to the ground:
"Is this the recognition of the Lord?"
Yang Qing was confused for a moment and looked at the white mist stupidly. The old monk was almost mad at him:
"Separate a strand of your divine soul and wrap it around Xuanyuan's sword soul. Once we conclude a contract, we can become one with the sword!"
Yang Qing quickly did as he was told, and soon the contract was completed! Xuanyuan immediately appeared in Yang Qing's sea of consciousness.
Just when Yang Qing wanted to communicate more with Xuanyuan, he suddenly felt a burning gaze staring at him.