Chapter 37: Let's shine again

He was so furious and ruthless that his subordinates beside him didn't dare to say anything and crawled out.

Is Hecen an ordinary person? Does he need to show off?

Because of his stupid subordinate, he and the little sword spirit couldn't even talk to each other, and he didn't know whether He Cen was angry or not after being yelled at.

There were so many troubles in the hall that they could never be dealt with. Wen Qing really wanted to just sit there and do nothing. Bo Lou had lost his patience a long time ago. When he saw He Cen coming back from his stroll, his mind had already wandered to him. He just said a few words and wanted his subordinates to solve the problem themselves.

That blessed land was opened to the public for the first time, and the first batch of monks who entered almost all got a share. Basically everyone was able to get something, and the fighting for it was fierce.

Many people were injured in the ancient city. It could not be considered good or bad, but they kept complaining and wanted Bo Lou and Jun Chao to make the decision, which made the two great masters very annoyed.

But after all, we still have to maintain the overall cultivation environment, and we can't let the internal fighting be too serious. After dealing with a few important things, we don't want to care about the rest.

"That's enough. You don't have the ability and you want me to clean up your mess?"

"If you don't agree, let's go to a deserted place and fight to the death. It has nothing to do with me whether you die or not. Stop filling our ears with those lies. Get out! Get out!"

Seeing that Bo Lou was getting impatient, the group of young men in the hall certainly didn't say anything more. After hesitating for a moment, they all left.

Jun Chao waved his hand and asked the group of Xiandao to withdraw. The people below wanted to say something, but after being warned by his intimidation, they immediately became like a dog with its tail clipped, and dared not say a word.

The little sword spirit has been back for quite some time, and the three of them are all thinking about He Cen. Anyone can tell that they were just being perfunctory during this period of time, but everyone pretended to be dumb.

I was just secretly shocked in my heart. Those lords were so nice to that little disciple that they didn't even get angry when they called him by his full name. They were really biased.

He Cen went out with Bei Qi today to trick Ouyang Yinyin. He was in a very good mood and not angry at all. Wen Qing was a little worried at first, so when he came over, he brought a food box of crispy pastries, thinking of coaxing the little sword spirit.

I didn't expect that when I walked in, I saw the sword spirit taking off his coat, rolling up his sleeves, and standing on one foot on a stone, preparing to sharpen his sword.

Bei Qi was standing behind him, helping him to comb his long hair.

He has a thin figure, and actually looks a bit cowardly when standing with the others. But if you look at him separately, Hecen is also a young man who is in high spirits, and he looks very manly when he stands there.

His stunningly beautiful face did not hinder his unrestrained demeanor, which was as charming and dangerous as a meteor-like white horse.

The smile now had a sly look to it, "You guys are done."

Wen Qing was afraid that he would be angry, so she took the food box over first, "He He, I'll buy you something to eat."

He Cen thanked them but didn't take it to heart. He waved to Jun Chao and Bo Lou and said, "Where are your swords and knives? I'll sharpen them for you."

The two were stunned for a moment. In the world of cultivation, after the magic weapons were tempered by iron, why would they need to be sharpened again? If not, their weapons had been tempered by their own essence and blood. Using this kind of black iron stone to sharpen them would not only be a waste of energy, but it would also be unfriendly to their swords.

But He Cen opened his mouth to ask for it, paused for a moment, and finally gave it to him.

Jun Chao's sword is called 'Chao Ya'. It is snow-white in color and the sword light is sharp. When he flicks it with two fingers, the sword makes a clear and loud sound. It is already a rare spiritual sword.

She was very close to He Cen and had probably sensed his identity as a sword spirit. After falling into his hands, she did not show any rejection and was very fond of him. Her sword glowed with light blue in excitement.

The sword is the best of all weapons, with blades on both sides. Jun Chao's Chaoya is a light sword with a thin and long body and a sharp blade. After He Cen got it in his hand, he swung it lightly and accidentally cut a crack in the courtyard.

"Wow~ That's so powerful! I was shocked."

Jun Chao laughed, "Chao Ya has a lot of hot temper. He has been cultivating himself and improving his character over the years. He is already in pretty good shape. In the early years, when he followed me out to roam, he would bleed every ten steps."

His tone was flat, but the sword seemed to understand human nature and was happy to hear it, humming in Hecen's hand.

He Cen laughed out loud, "Okay, okay, awesome~"

"I'll give you another light."

As he said this, the Chaoya Sword also became excited. He Cen's fingers gently stroked its blade. This time, he touched the bottom and bent his fingers when turning back. Two bloodstains meandered all the way to the bottom, brushing against the perfect blade of Chaoya.

Jun Chao was startled, and immediately felt distressed, "He He, there's no need to do this. Your wound hasn't healed yet, why are you feeding it?"

He Cen waved his hands indifferently.

After all, it is the best sword in the world. His sword spirit is extremely precious. Once Chaoye Sword has absorbed his blood, it will become a spiritual weapon.

Among these four people, he was the only one who used the sword most often, so he got all the benefits, which made Bo Lou pay more attention to him.

He Cen is a sword spirit, and his blood is most effective on swords. It is not so effective on knives. In addition, swords and knives often clash, and there are many powerful weapons between the two, so the blood was not wiped on Bo Lou's blade.

His knife is also beautiful, not a common thing, and its name is Jiusheng.

Although He Cen is not a sword spirit, his physique is indeed special. He is the only one in the world of cultivation, and all the divine weapons like him.

Jiu Sheng's thing was also glowing red in his hand, and he trembled as he asked He Cen to touch it.

He Cen tapped Jiu Sheng's blade, and without wasting any time, sprinkled a handful of cold spring water on the black iron stone, poured it on Jiu Sheng's head, and then lowered his head to polish it seriously.

It was rare for Xiao Jianling to do things so seriously and attentively. Several people were stunned. They probably didn't expect He Cen to sharpen his sword.

This is a physical job, no wonder he took off his coat. Now looking at the boy's thin waist and strong shoulders, he can't be treated as a child.

Every time he polished, the spiritual energy in the yard vibrated. It was obviously not an ordinary polishing technique.

The owner of Bo Lou was the one who felt most how happy Jiu Sheng's long sword was. He looked at He Cen's delicate eyebrows and eyes with some surprise, and saw that the wrinkles between his eyebrows were bright and shining, and his face was serious and solemn. He was really handsome and extraordinary, like a god.

Sharpening knives and swords is not a difficult task. He Cen has never done this kind of work before, but it seems that this is a natural skill for sword spirits and they can do it right away.

The magic weapons were already sharp and did not need to be sharpened. He just consecrated the two weapons as a formality. After a few sharpenings, the swords were surrounded by a faint golden light.

A heavy air blew towards his face, and He Cen blew lightly. The two long weapons made a deafening sound, and they fought in the air before flying back and landing in the hands of their masters.

He Cen lifted up her long hair and said, "How is it? Awesome, right?"

"I am the Lord Sword Spirit. How can my sharpening be compared to that of an ordinary person?"

"From now on, when I go out, I won't be able to defeat all the weapons, but I can be the boss among the spiritual weapons."

"This piece of black iron is also a good thing. Wen Qing, please grind it slowly. There is something inside. Be careful not to damage it."