Chapter 110

Lin Beichen winked at Xiao Luoli.

The latter immediately jumped out, presented his light blue two handed sword and said, "I'll come first, I'll come first. The fairy named it... Big sword."

Fan zuang's expression was stunned.

After a little silence, everyone around burst into laughter.

Big sword?

What the hell is that?

But Bai Yun was obviously brainwashed by Lin Beichen. He was very satisfied with the name. He held up his swan like neck and said aloud, "what are you laughing at? My sword. I can call it whatever I want. It's a good name... Hum. "

Lin Beichen lowered his head.

Little Laurie, I hope you will not regret when you know the three words "big health care".

Fan zuang, after all, is a master of sword casting who has seen the world. He put his heart at rest, gave a smile, and used the skill of "Fu Jian Ling" to engrave the name of the sword.

Soon.

The three characters of Dabao sword twinkle on the light blue two handed sword.

Bai Qinyun holds the hilt in both hands and injects his mysterious Qi into the sword.

Buzz, buzz!

There was a slight vibration in the sword.

"Why?"

Fan zuang's eyes were full of surprise.

With the injection of white cloud and mysterious Qi, the big sword was flashing blue and yellow, and the flame was unsteady. A sound of sword sound came from the big sword.

The faces of the people around changed greatly.

"80% fit?"

Fan zuang was very surprised.

This number is higher than Cao's sky chopping sword.

There was a haze on Cao's face.

"What big city did you come from?"

Among the elders, a tall, thin, pale, middle-aged woman with a flash of body, like a mirage, came directly from the seat to Bai Qinyun. Her eyes were shining, staring at the proud little Laurie, as if she saw some rare treasure.

Lin Beichen recognized that this middle-aged woman was the one who had put the sword on the square stone table before.

She is the creator of this sword.

"Her name is Bai yunyun, a freshman of yunmengcheng third college."

Chu trace in the banquet seat, long body and rise, on behalf of answer, and then said: "President Lu, what's wrong?"

The middle-aged woman named president Lu said, "Oh, it's OK. I just didn't expect that I could meet a younger generation who could wake up my sword to such an extent and fit with it. Ha ha, it's a good seedling. Director Chu, after the sword test, I want to visit the third college. I don't know if it's convenient?"

Chuchen flashed a few thoughts in his heart, and said with a smile: "of course, you are the president of Hai'an, the leader of Qianli chamber of Commerce. You have a noble status. You can visit our third college, and you are very proud."

"Thank you here."

The middle-aged woman returned to her banquet seat.

When Bai Qinyun wakes up the sword, he seems to have got a beloved toy. He can't put it down. With both hands, he raises the sword, which is bigger than her body, over her head and jumps back to her seat.

"It's your turn."

She said to Lin Beichen.

The latter came to fan zuang with a big silver sword in his right hand, a medium silver sword in his left hand, and a small silver sword pinned to his waist. He bowed his hand and said, "please master fan, my sword is called... De."

"Virtue?"

Fan zuang was stunned.

What's the name.

"Cut, it doesn't sound good at all." Bai Qinyun make complaints about what lady killer is: "how nice it is called big silver sword.", why, no, it's cheap, but it's also very much in line with the identity and reputation of the lady killer. Oh, what is it called?

"A Kendo master once said that the more a person lacks something, the more he likes to show off something." Cao Po Tian opened his mouth at the right time and said, "it seems that you know that you have no virtue. That's why you give the sword such a nondescript name."

"Bah. You know an egg

Lin Beichen went back and said, "I'm a civilized man. I always like to convince people by virtue."

Bai Yun was stunned.

The people around also had a look of amazement.

Fan zuang couldn't laugh or cry and said, "so your so-called use of virtue to subdue others is to use this sword to subdue others?"

"What's wrong?"

Lin Beichen naturally asked.

Fan zuang's mouth drew out a little.

He has given names to many swords, but it's the first time for him to see such a wonderful name and its owner.

Without asking too many questions, the young master of sword casting began to perform the skill of "Fu Jian Ling" and began to give his name.

meanwhile.

Bai Haiqin didn't know what to think

What, seemingly indifferent deep in the eyes, a trace of not clear road unknown Jing Mang, flash away.

Ding Sanshi, on the opposite seat, also thought of some things. He drew a curve slowly from the corner of his mouth, and scolded him in his heart: this little bastard.

Just at this time, fan zuang in the field suddenly gave out a exclamation.

The crowd heard and looked.

There was a thin layer of sweat on the young master's forehead. His whole body was surging with strong Xuanqi waves. His right index finger was like a red iron lead, blooming with orange red flame. He was moving slowly on the body of the big silver sword with great difficulty.

A simple word "de" was written for the second time.

"How could that be?"

His heart, set off a storm.

At the beginning, when his master fan taught the skill of "Fu Jian Ling", he once said a secret: when the swordsman's will inherits the will of heaven and earth, when the name of the sword is linked with the Dao, the name of the sword will encounter great obstacles. Every time he writes down a stroke, the name giver will suffer great retaliation, and every time he writes down a stroke, he will walk like a mountain.

Is this young man in Yunmeng City, a word of virtue, inspired the spirit of heaven and earth?

Countless thoughts flashed in his heart. He raised his head and called to Lin Beichen: "cooperate with me."

"Ah?" Lin Beichen a little confused: "how to cooperate?"

Other people don't need to cooperate. Why do you want to be special when you come to me?

no

I just want to keep a low profile.

"Hold the sword and inject Xuanqi." Fan zuang stopped.

Lin Beichen had to hold the handle of the big silver sword and inject his mysterious Qi into the body of the sword.

The swords of this level are specially made for specific purposes. It is certain that they contain Xuanwen array. Compared with the popular standard blue bird swords in the city, they are much more mysterious. Xuanqi is injected into the swords very smoothly. Soon, the Xuanwen array inside the swords is stimulated, and the bright silver light will bloom.

At this time, fan zuang just felt that his fingers began to write, and suddenly became very smooth.

The fingertips move.

Every stroke is engraved on the sword.

That is, at this time, something that everyone did not expect happened.

Clang clang!

With Lin Beichen as the center, within a radius of 30 meters, everyone's swords suddenly vibrated and clanged, as if struggling to break free from the scabbard and shooting at the big silver sword which was about to complete the name of the sword.

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