"Hey, is there such a special effect?"

Chuyan: It's over...

...

After settling down the master, Xiao Ran sat on the huge rock beside the Jianping cliff and studied the newly forged natal sword.

The so-called natal sword is an exclusive spiritual sword that is polished according to its own spiritual rate. It is much smoother to use than ordinary ones, at least much more than disciple swords.

Xiao Ran controlled the flying sword, raised his sword, and blew the sword energy, and all of them were done in one go, very smoothly, as if it was like his own hand, and he could not feel the existence of the sword.

Surprisingly, Xiao Ran could only use two or three times the sharp increase brought by the perfect sword pattern to the limit.

He tried to resonate with the sword pattern and barely achieved a five-fold increase.

He tried to resonate with the sword body.

As a result, he was like a stone tablet, and he could not resonate with it.

The resonance consciousness was unable to explore the internal details of the sword body.

The spiritual pattern is perfect, but the power it currently displays is only a few times sharp increase at most.

You can use the resonance sword technique, but it cannot resonate with the sword itself.

Is this broken sword really above the heavenly level?

Xiao Ran always felt that this sword contained greater power.

He can't see through for the time being, so he can only take his time.

In theory, natal swords need to be practiced more and try to wear them with you.

Fortunately, although this sword is not eye-catching, it is slender and well-proportioned, and it looks quite good when hung on the waist.

Chu Yan was slightly surprised when she saw Xiao Ran wearing a sword and quickly regained her indifference.

"A embroidered pillow is not as good as my sewing needle."

Xiao Ran frowned slightly.

"You seem to have something to say."

"I don't."

Chuyan turned around and left.

...

The days of Zhijian Peak slowed down.

Xiao Ran practices swords, plays cards every day, massages his master, and occasionally makes some delicious food.

As long as you make something delicious, spring frogs and autumn cicadas can smell it against the wind, and find various reasons to hold the sword peak. Today, there is a shortage of medicinal materials, tomorrow you will learn swords, and the day after tomorrow you will give me elixirs...

Xiao Ran lived a leisurely life.

It seems like I am in a paradise, occasionally forgetting the tragic phenomenon of the Dharma-Ending World outside.

But only occasionally.

Only by caring about the small family and ignoring everyone, not only will it be uneasy, but it will not last long.

Only when the world is peaceful can he enjoy the joy of farming and family.

Xiao Ran sat by the cliff of the valley, guarding the wheat and herbs every day, hoping that they would grow up day by day.

The spring frog and autumn cicada occasionally sit on his shoulders, one nibblings roasted sweet potatoes and the other nibblings roasted corn.

"In the "Horse Breaks the Sky", you, your uncle, master, Chu Yan... you all have characters, why don't you?"

Xiao Ran explained with amused and crying.

"Who did you hear? This story is adapted from a folk story from my hometown, and the characters have no correspondence with us."

The two girls were stunned, their calves trembled slightly in anger.

"Your hometown discriminates against non-humans?"

When it comes to racial discrimination, Xiao Ran was so scared that he changed his words.

"Don't worry, I'll draw two twin little mares for you right away. From now on, the horse will break through the sky and maintain the world will be handed over to you."

The two girls' eyes turned and suddenly became excited.

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"Wow, I've been talking about the topic, I've been talking about the topic!"

"Okay, okay, remember not to let the little mare transform again. We transform to live!"

Days pass by day.

The moonlight is like water, the sunset is like gold, the wind blows the wheat waves, and the drizzle is like weaving.

Looking forward, looking forward.

After a heavy rain one night, the next day, the rain first cleared and the sun shone full.
Chapter completed!