Chapter 104: Asking for Advice
Luo Tianying's eyes trembled slightly, and he was obviously shocked and speechless.
He is considered a rare genius in swordsmanship in a century, and is known as one of the three great sword masters of the younger generation, along with Fu Xiuzhu from the Taiyi Sword School and Huan Ling from the Dayan Sword School.
But after meeting He Cen today, he had to believe that there are always people better than you. The blond young man just hooked his fingers, and all the swords in the sword tomb rushed towards him.
I have never seen someone who is liked by so many spirit swords. How can Luo Tianying, who has always prided himself on being a sword genius, not be surprised?
He Cen was still choosing a suitable sword, but after looking around, he was actually quite disappointed.
These swords really liked him, but He Cen always felt that it was not quite appropriate. He used some spiritual power to soothe these roaring swords, and still shook his head at them with a little regret.
Wen Qing saw his action and turned to ask Sect Leader Luo, "Luoshu Sword Sect, do you have any other famous swords? Bring them to my disciple to identify."
Sect Leader Luo was already speechless after being surprised by He Cen. He stared at the figure in amazement, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses. "Yes, but the famous swords of my Luoshu Sword Sect are all in the sword tomb. They just flew to the young prince to show their goodwill. Now there is only one magic weapon left - Shumo. This..."
Before he could finish his words, Wen Qing and the other three had already understood.
"Master Luo, don't worry. We know how valuable your sect's treasure is. If my disciple really likes that sword, the four of us will definitely give you a new magic weapon and will never let you suffer a loss."
Sect Leader Luo was filled with mixed feelings, he really hadn't expected that the four masters' disciples had such means. As one of the three major sword-cultivating sects, the Luoshu Sword Sect naturally had several famous swords on the rankings.
He originally thought that it would be enough for the blond boy to be favored by one of the famous swords, but he never expected that he could call the shots in the sword tomb.
Several famous swords were vying to show their goodwill to him, but He Cen did not seem complacent at all. Despite his young age, he had reached the Golden Elixir realm and was still so loved by the spirit swords. In time, he would surely be a genius in the world of cultivation.
These people really accepted an extremely talented young man as their disciple.
He was in a state of confusion, but in the end he gritted his teeth, nodded, and took people to see Shu Mo Jian.
Luo Tianying was shocked, "Master!"
Sect Leader Luo held down his hand as he was about to move, "Calm down!"
"Master! That's the Shumo Sword, the treasure of my sect. Do you really want to give it to that person?"
Sect Master Luo glared at him secretly, "Does your master have the qualifications to compete with those four masters? Do you think we have the room to refuse?"
"The last time Yan Fangzun was in the Fusion Stage, he just beckoned with his fingers and my Luoshu Sword Sect was destroyed and rebuilt. Now there are four of them. Do you want the entire sect to die together?"
He said the last sentence with gritted teeth very reluctantly, but he finally held the eldest disciple back. Luo Tianying also knew that it would not be appropriate to confront him head-on at this time, but he really did not expect that the young man came to choose a sword and finally chose the treasure of the sect.
He is a rare genius swordsman in the Luoshu Sword Sect in a hundred years. Even he is not qualified to touch the Shumo Sword. But He Cen who suddenly appeared can do it?
How can you take the Shumo Sword just by relying on the support of a few great masters?
Luo Tianying was not angry, and everyone in the Luoshu Sword Sect was a little uneasy. After all, it was the sect's treasure, and that was their reputation. If He Cen really took it away, they in the Luoshu Sword Sect would be laughed at.
Several elders also looked embarrassed.
Others could understand this kind of thing, so when the crickets chirped quietly behind them, Jun Chao and the others pretended not to hear anything.
Bei Qi was still rolling his eyes, "What a bunch of old-timers! It would be an honor for the Shumo Sword to be in He He's hands. Maybe even He He won't even take it seriously."
He Cen pursed his face and smiled awkwardly, "Ah~ After all, it is the treasure of their sect, so why not just forget it? I don't necessarily need a magic sword to use it."
Bei Qi whispered, "Then don't you think the swords in this sword tomb are not suitable?"
"It doesn't hurt to take a look. Anyway, we are here with our master. I'm sure they won't dare to go against the four of us."
He Cen laughed, "It's too hateful..."
In fact, he was not that obsessed with the Shumo Sword. With Hecen's physique of a sword spirit, any sword would respect and love him, so he was not in a hurry at all. However, the disciples of the Luoshu Sword Sect were so angry that their eyes and nostrils were about to spit fire.
Most of the looks directed at him were unfriendly, and now they were all filled with jealousy.
Luo Tianying stared at He Cen for a long time. While the headmaster was getting the Shumo Sword, he couldn't help but stood up.
"I am Luo Tianying, the ninth-generation disciple of the Luoshu Sword School. Today I have the honor of meeting my great-grandmaster. This is a rare opportunity. I would like to ask my great-grandmaster for advice. I hope you will be generous in giving me advice!"
This was said superficially, but everyone actually knew what it meant, and Jun Chao was too lazy to even take a look.
Bo Lou simply sneered, "You challenged my disciple by going beyond your level. Do you want to die?"
Luo Tianying's current cultivation level of the middle stage of the Golden Core actually makes him a leader in the world of cultivation. After all, he has only been practicing for fifty or sixty years, and to be able to reach the middle stage of the Golden Core is quite good, and he is worthy of his status as the eldest disciple of the Luoshu Sword Sect.
The world of cultivation is not as simple as imagined. Most cultivators make slow progress and it takes them months and years to break through. Cultivators like the Four Lords and He Cen are even rarer than phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.
For most talented cultivators, it is not easy to make the same progress as Luo Tianying.
This is why Ouyang Yinyin is so popular in the Hehuan Sect. Even if it is because of her dual cultivation secret method, her talent is definitely top-notch. She is a genius girl in the world of cultivation.
But in front of He Cen, all these were completely unbearable.
Of course he understood that Luo Tianying meant to challenge him, so he smiled and did not refuse.
"Okay, let's have a sparring match. I always get beaten by my master, so I want to try to change who I'm fighting with."
"Mr. Luo, you have to hold on a little longer~"
This was a bit arrogant. Luo Tianying's expression froze and he became more serious. He bowed and made a "please" gesture, "Master uncle, please!"
Jun Chao wanted to hand over his Chaoya Sword, but He Cen smiled faintly and said, "To fight a middle-stage Jindan, there is no need for such a good sword like yours, Master."
He saw that the Luoshu Sword Sect was elegantly decorated, and the surrounding pavilions and waterside terraces were also very beautiful. He Cen looked around casually, and when someone wanted to bring him a sword, he raised his hand and took seven porcelain bowls that the Luoshu Sword Sect had placed there to entertain guests.
It was crushed into a slender and exquisite white sword.
Luo Tianying's face was stern. "You're going to use this?"
He Cen tilted his head and smiled, "What? Is it not okay? I think it's pretty good~"
Luo Tianying said in a serious tone, "My sword ranks 13th in the sword manual rankings. It is the famous Broken Scar Sword in the world of cultivation. Your broken sword will break at the touch of a finger."