Chapter 67: Immortal Cultivation 12

Forgotten in the Fairyland, the Nameless Sword Tomb.

A mess of huge rocks and rugged rocks.

At least hundreds of swords were densely packed among the rocks. No matter whether it was a long sword or a short sword, new or old, they all stood quietly, waiting to meet the destined person. Climbing up the gentle slope, a long sword suddenly appeared at the highest point, about three feet long, the whole body was light blue, and golden patterns were engraved on the sword body and hilt. The tip of the sword was shining coldly, and its sharpness was revealed. This special long sword instantly attracted Lu Yihan's attention. "Do you want to try it?" Now Lu Yihan is still using the long sword that Yun Yan uniformly distributes to disciples, and has not yet found his own natal sword. Seeing Lu Yihan's excitement, Lu Xiangwan patted Lu Yihan's shoulder and pointed his folding fan to the highest point, motioning him to step forward. Approaching the long sword step by step, Lu Yihan felt an indescribable touch in his heart, as if this sword was born to belong to him. The long sword seemed to sense Lu Yihan's approach, and the sword body trembled slightly, as if urging him. The moment he grasped the hilt and pulled up the sword body, a strong and dazzling light burst out instantly. With it as the center, many swords living in the sword tomb resonated. After the strong tremor, the long sword seemed to be finally satisfied, and returned to calm, lying quietly in Lu Yihan's hand. "Huh? Just pulled it out?" Seeing everything return to peace, Lu Xiangwan, who was originally as if facing a powerful enemy and was afraid that something might happen to Lu Yihan, finally relaxed and moved to Lu Yihan's side. "As expected of little Yihan~" "But this sword looks very ordinary~" As soon as the voice fell, the long sword immediately shook a few times in Lu Yihan's hand. Fortunately, Lu Yihan was quick-witted and held the long sword in his hand tightly, thus controlling the long sword that seemed to be about to cross Lu Xiangwan's neck. "So does this sword have a name?" Lu Xiangwan walked around the long sword, looking left and right. Not seeing the name engraved anywhere on the long sword, Lu Xiangwan patted his head and asked Lu Yihan to give this nameless long sword a name. Lu Yihan stared at the long sword in his hand for a while, then turned his head to look at Lu Xiangwan beside him: "Just call it Wanhan." "Oh - Wanhan Sword." The name "Wanhan" went around in Lu Xiangwan's mouth. So he deliberately asked: "Is it the 'Wan' in 'Jiwan Peak'?" Lu Yihan shook his head, his dark eyes met Lu Xiangwan's smiling fox eyes, his expression was serious, and every word was accurate: "It's the 'Wan' in 'Lu Xiangwan'." * Dongfang Xianyun held the sword in one hand and covered his hungry stomach with the other hand, and trudged through the woods. "Brother Lu... Sister Ye... Where are you guys?" "Your little junior brother is almost dying..." After walking for two days and two nights, Xia Baichuan seemed to be much more at ease compared to the exhausted Dongfang Xianyun. The view blocked by the trees gradually opened up. Xia Baichuan used his hands to push away the branches blocking his eyes, and a winding and undulating small earth slope came into view. It still looked deserted. "Maybe we should go forward." Xia Baichuan turned to Dongfang Xianyun who had collapsed on the ground. Two days, plus Dongfang Xianyun's loud mouth that never stopped talking, were enough for Xia Baichuan to find out his details. Xia Baichuan had not expected to come to this world by accident while fighting with others. Fortunately, the operating system of this world is very similar to Xia Baichuan's original world. After a brief exploration, Xia Baichuan quickly regained his own power. After discovering that he seemed to be trapped in a secret place, Xia Baichuan had been looking for a chance to get out. After secretly observing many people, Xia Baichuan finally picked a lone cultivator who seemed easy to fool. Even in his world, the demon cultivators were incompatible with that group of cultivators. Xia Baichuan immediately used a secret method to cover up the iconic red pupils of the two demon cultivators and restrained his demonic aura. Disguised as a harmless human cultivator, Xia Baichuan naturally established a relationship with the silly boy and obtained a lot of useful information. Now that the information is in hand, then... Xia Baichuan's eyes darkened, and his right hand, which was hanging at his side, turned over, and a cloud of black mist appeared in the palm of his hand. "It's Senior Brother!! Senior Brother! I'm here!" Dongfang Xianyun suddenly jumped up, raised his hand high, and waved it excitedly. "Swish--" Suddenly, a long sword shot out from the front, brushing against Dongfang Xianyun's side face and flying behind him. The airflow brought by the sword blew up the broken hair by Dongfang Xianyun's ears. "Huh?" Dongfang Xianyun looked at the long sword in Lu Yihan's hand coming towards him, leaving him almost no time to react. "Bang——" Xia Baichuan dodged the long sword that was flying past Dongfang Xianyun, and it went straight into the boulder behind him. The sword almost completely sank into the boulder, splitting a crack of dozens of meters. "Stay away from him." Lu Yihan flew in front of Dongfang Xianyun, grabbed his arm, and pulled Dongfang Xianyun behind him. "Ah? Why? What happened?" Dongfang Xianyun followed Lu Yihan's movements, stood behind his eldest senior brother, and looked at the confrontation with a puzzled look. "Alas...you silly boy, you better be more careful." Lu Xiangwan strode to Dongfang Xianyun and patted him on the shoulder: "If it weren't for the sword of your senior brother Lu just now, you would be a corpse now."

"Wait a minute... me... him?"

Dong Fangxianyun pointed at himself, then suddenly turned his head and pointed at Xia Baichuan opposite him.

"Someone from the Demon Clan?"

Turning his wrist, Lu Yihan recalled the Wanhan Sword that was inserted into the boulder, holding the sword in one hand, his eyes were frighteningly cold.

"Heh... What does it have to do with you?"

Now that he has been discovered, there is no need to hide.

Xia Baichuan sneered, waved his hand casually, and restored his original appearance.

The thick demonic energy lingered tightly around him, and the blood-red pupils undoubtedly revealed the identity of the person in front of him.

"You are just a little cultivator in the Jindan period, and you dare to challenge me?"

Flexing his wrist, Xia Baichuan looked at Lu Yihan who was standing in front of him with disdain.

"It just so happens that I haven't relaxed for a long time, so I'll use you to practice!"

Lu Yihan glanced at Lu Xiangwan calmly, and raised his sword to face Xia Baichuan's attack.

Lu Xiangwan understood, and pulled the shocked Dongfang Xianyun to a safe place, stuffed a defensive magic weapon into his hand, and said quickly:

"It's too dangerous here. Your senior brother Lu and I will hold back the demons first. Now go find your senior sister and others immediately, and reunite with them first, and then come to us. Do you hear me?"

The development of the incident was completely beyond Dongfang Xianyun's expectations.

The seal of the first level was obviously still intact, and this is the Forgotten Fairyland, how could there be demons?

That demon looks very advanced, what if you two can't beat him?

Even though he had a hundred questions in his mind, Dongfang Xianyun knew that this was not a good time to ask them, and that staying here would only hinder him.

Dongfang Xianyun had no choice but to look back every few steps and fly away with his sword.

Holding the jade pendant tightly in his hand, Dongfang Xianyun suddenly felt his heart beating very fast, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

The sky rumbled, dark clouds pressed down, and it was so dark that it was hard to breathe.