Chapter 256 The Origin of the Small Qiankun Sword

"How could it be? It wants to clean up the bones for the original owner, how could it have no master?"

"I don't know. I can only play with swords. Mr. Li, you have to ask about it."

Li Shen gradually couldn't speak.

The Pizi Sword and the Pozi Sword took turns to fight. He had to bite the bullet and imitate it, and interspersed with the Pizi Sword, and then he was barely injured.

"Do you know...I can communicate with items?"

"Of course I know, it's a magical ability. I've discussed it with them, but they have never encountered similar magic, so they naturally can't explain it clearly."

"Thanks to you who can communicate with Xiao Qiankun Sword, Liu Qingxiao and I can teach you something slowly."

"Liu Qingxiao gave me Haoran righteousness?"

"Haoran righteousness cannot be given. I am not a Haoran righteousness cultivator. I will only use ordinary spiritual energy and cannot explain it."

"If you want to know the origin of the Xiao Qiankun Sword, I can ask someone to answer questions."

"Who?"

"Come out quickly, don't hide it, everyone is waiting for today, why are you shy?"

From the fog, a middle-aged man in red robe slowly walked out of the fog, with a small face and big eyes, and kind eyebrows.

He smiled kindly but didn't speak.

Another strange face.

Li Shen glanced at him and almost got hit on the thigh by the White Mist Sword.

"Sorry, I'm training you seriously. If you want to be distracted, please give me some advice. I won't keep my hands off."

"Hello...who are you?"

The middle-aged man in red robe waved first, then pointed Li Shen with his right index finger, and then gave him a thumbs up.

He stretched his index finger back, pointed at himself, leaning his right hand against his mouth, and shouting.

Before he could finish, he tapped his left arm with his right hand, closed his eyes, and showed a very sleepy look.

Feng Jiang laughed, the hilt of the White Mist Sword rotated around his fingers, saying:

"Let me introduce it. He is nicknamed the tiring Taoist. He is a real talisman master. He is very rare."

"Compared with Jia Rubai outside, he is only stronger and not weak, and his realm is slightly higher."

The tired Taoist covered his chest with one hand, leaned his head and body forward, and made a modesty look.

Li Shen understood this time, but also realized that he was indeed stronger than Jia Rubo.

"You don't know sign language, it's a pity. Even though you call him out, I still have to ask me to interpret it for you."

The tired Taoist smiled shyly, took out a white fog pen, and wrote in the air:

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand. In this space, you can use fog as spiritual energy to move. The talisman pen can easily write in the air."

"Hello, Li Shen, we finally meet."

"I don't know how to get along with people, so I didn't plan to see you at the beginning."

"According to the human world, it is social terror."

"But it's great to see you lively with your own eyes."

"Does the Little Qiankun Sword make it easy?"

Li Shen looked at these words and felt a little sad. He felt that this tired Taoist, like a friend he hadn't seen for a long time, was filled with sincere concern between the lines.

"...You are? We haven't met you."

The tired Taoist wrote:

"We should have met, but we have lost some fate."

"Do you want to know about the little Qiankun Sword?"

"Its sword hilt comes from Feng Jiang's sword and is built by the Evil-Breaking Sect."

"The sword body is condensed with pure righteousness."

"The reason why it is silver, not golden in the great aura is because I suppress it with runes."

"Although spiritual energy and grand aura do not mean fighting, they get too close to each other, and they will always rise and fall."

"So I set up a talisman formation to guide the spiritual energy at the hilt of the sword and the great energy on the sword, and engrave a kind of effect on the rune."

"When you want to use spiritual energy, the small Qiankun sword will inspire spiritual energy from the hilt of the sword."

"If you want to get the help of Haoran, then the runes on the sword will light up with your thoughts."

"It took me a lot of effort, but when you see it's yours, everything becomes worth it."

"The caster of the Little Qiankun Sword should be me, Feng Jiang and Liu Qingxiao."

"Maybe it mistakenly thought that one of us was its original owner."

"But no one has ever used him, nor can we do it."

"It's just that before we get into crisis, we leave a hope, and in the end this hope flies to you."

Li Shen held the sword and stared at these words blankly.

"Okay!"

Feng Jiang stopped his sword technique, waved his hand and dispersed the white mist sword into a misty mist.

"You have learned the sword intent and usage of the Pizi Sword and the Pozi Sword."

“Have you learned this?”

"Haha, the time flow rate here is different from that in the outside world. You have been fighting for a long time, but I can't tell you how long it is, otherwise you will get tired in an instant."

"Things are far from over, you have to hold on for a while."

He shouted with his waist on his back:

"Substitute! Switch! Come and see your favorite disciple!"

As he said that, his body dissipated like smoke.

In less than half a second, a giant man emerged from it.

Li Shen is about 1.8 meters tall, which is already considered tall, and this person is half a head taller.

He was wearing a dark jacket with a red sun embroidered on the right corner of the jacket.

The scabbard on your waist is so thin that the sword inside must be even thinner.

He said loudly:

"Let's go, it's very dangerous outside, you have to use all your strength right away."

"I haven't used the body of the mortal stage for too long, and I can't even dance with my sword skills."

"You are so nice, Li Shen, you can actually use that body to support you to this level. If you don't try it for you, I will think you are weak."

"You are not weak, very good, very good!"

Seeing that the red sun on the clothes was exactly the same characteristics as the Law Enforcement School said, Li Shen asked:

"You are Liu Qingxiao, and many people are looking for you."

Liu Qingxiao smiled very proudly, and walked up with a smile and said:

"I have had a fight in the human world, and those madmen who use resentment regard me as their mortal enemy."

"Do you know how many times I was besieged four months ago? In just two weeks, there were twenty-seven times, twice a day on average. They were crazy and their organizational skills were good."

Li Shen laughed silently. This person is a god of killing and had heard of his deeds.

"Do you know there is a puppet master looking for you too?"

Say the story of the man surnamed Wang being made into a puppet.

Liu Qingxiao was not interested at all and said:

"Time is tight. No matter how you say that those who are not good at it, they can only escape when facing me or you, against the puppet master."

Li Shen smiled.

"I've been with you for a long time. When you smile, I know you don't think so, but you just don't want to say it out loud, right?"

"Come on, let's talk in detail."

He pulled out a white mist chair, pulled it out again, and pushed it to Li Shen.

Turning his head and asking:

"Tired Taoist, do you sit?"

The tired Taoist shook his hand.

"Time is tight, why are you still sitting and chatting?"

"Sharpening a knife will not delay the chopping of wood."

"Quick question and answer!"

"Who do you think I, Liu Qingxiao, have excellent sword skills compared to Feng Jiang?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he drew out his sword. It was surprisingly thin. The sword was extremely fast and trembling. Dozens of swords arrived in the blink of an eye.
Chapter completed!