Chapter 239 I Have Been Wandering for a Long Time (26)

Lin Qian's retreat was not in Langcheng, but in a barren mountain not far away.

The barren mountain was originally nameless. After the Sword Casting Villa moved here, it was repaired and used as a place to refine high-level exotic treasures and breakthroughs, so as to prevent the thunder from affecting the residents in the city.

Because this barren mountain is nothing special and has no characteristics, only occasionally a few thunders will strike from the sky, so it is also called Thunder Mountain.

Lin Zheng, who had just finished his official duties and was about to drink water, trembled and spilled tea all over the table, but he had no way to take care of it.

The weapon refiner had a premonition about the weapon he was refining. Didn't his father say that the furnace could only be opened tonight? !

And, Dingshanhai was recast, why was the noise louder than when it was first cast? How could he cover it up?

Lin Zheng paced anxiously in the room. After a moment, he took the spirit jade and disappeared on the spot.

For now, the only way is to fight.

Although Zhujian Villa is good at refining weapons, its strength is not as bad as people think.

Lin Yaochuan quickly reacted from the shock. He quickly climbed out of the window and hurriedly said, "I have to go to help. Brother Shen, you guys talk first."

It is not a trivial matter for Dingshanhai to be recast. A few days ago, his father summoned half of the disciples of Zhujian Villa to go to Leishan to set up the formation. It is not the thunder that they are guarding against, but those outsiders who want to fish in troubled waters and steal Dingshanhai.

No one dares to offend Zhujian Villa openly. As long as they can bring Dingshanhai back smoothly and put it in the weapon forest, with the formation and the spiritual charm of thousands of treasures, even those in the tribulation period will not be able to sneak in.

Although Lin Yaochuan does not care about things, as the young master of the villa, he knows that the biggest function of the formation that Lin Zheng asked them to set up is to conceal the secrets of heaven and prevent people from discovering that Dingshanhai has been recast.

Huangshan is not far from Langcheng. As long as they can gain this time difference, everything will go smoothly in the future.

Lin Yaochuan didn't know what was going on. Dragons were flying in the wilderness, phoenixes were singing, and the sky was dark. Even if they were separated by half a continent, they could still sense the movement!

Many people came to the Leishan Mountain. If you threw a stone into the air in a certain direction, you could hit a dozen people who were either watching the show or deliberately ambushing.

When everyone was paying attention, a white light flashed across, and a sword suddenly appeared in the sky. Everyone seemed to hear a clear sword chant, which was no less impressive than the roaring thunder.

All iron trembled, and even grass leaves bowed their heads.

This was the number one sword in the God Realm, and Shen Minghuan's former sword - Dingshanhai.

Lin Zheng commanded the disciples of Zhujian Villa to change the cover formation to the defensive formation. Now Dingshanhai was about to be baptized by the thunder. No one dared to move. When the thunder dispersed, it would be the real battlefield.

Lin Qian appeared beside him.

"Father, what's going on? How did Dingshanhai come out so quickly?"

Lin Qian said angrily: "It was in a hurry to come out, just as annoying as its long-dead sword master."

Lin Zheng coughed lightly and didn't dare to ask any more questions.

Lin Yaochuan flew over on his sword: "Dad, Grandpa."

He put away his trembling sword and looked curiously at the shining Dingshanhai in the air, shocked: "So Dingshanhai looks like this."

There will only be one thunder baptism for the treasure. At this moment, the blue-purple thunder has not fallen yet. In terms of its thickness, it is at least a hundred times that of Dingshanhai. And Dingshanhai's sword tip is facing up, like a fragile silver needle in front of the thunder, and the killing sword intent is even more fierce.

Lin Zheng frowned: "Why are you here?"

"I can help, too, father. I've also learned the formation of the Sword Casting Villa."

Lin Qian said calmly: "Don't be nervous, Dingshanhai has already recognized its master."

When Dingshanhai was ownerless, it was naturally a treasure that could be obtained by those who were capable. Even if the sword could not be recognized, selling it back could ensure wealth and glory for the rest of his life. But since the sword had already recognized its master, even if its owner was not present, if you dared to touch it, it would be a dead end.

Lin Zheng and Lin Yaochuan were both stunned when they heard this.

Shen Minghuan was dead, and the contract should have automatically dissipated. Where did Dingshanhai's owner come from now?

Although Dingshanhai had not yet produced a sword spirit, seeing that it cut itself off to sacrifice for the sword master, it was known that its spirituality was already not low. The sword was loyal, so how could it find someone else to recognize its master just after it was recast?

Lin Yaochuan looked at Lin Qian hesitantly. Dingshanhai would become so scumbag. Could it be that his grandfather, the swordsmith, had done something?

"What are you looking at?" Lin Qian said unhappily, "It's not me, do you think I can control them?"

They, Ding Shanhai and Wanwuchun.

Lin Yaochuan didn't understand, but Lin Zheng, who knew the inside story, awkwardly withdrew his gaze.

Since it has nothing to do with Lin Qian, who did Ding Shanhai recognize as the master?

They are very tolerant of these spiritual treasures in Zhujian Villa. If they want to recognize someone, Zhujian Villa will only charge a symbolic low price.

Although Ding Shanhai means something different to Zhujian Villa, it has already recognized the master, and they can only hand it over.

But... after Shen Minghuan, can Ding Shanhai still look at someone else? How amazing that person must be?

But he didn't think there was anyone in the God's Domain who could compare with Shen Minghuan.

The Sword Master should have sensed it now, right? Maybe he will come to ask for it later.

Lin Zheng couldn't really accept it.

Shen Minghuan is the most dazzling existence in the history of the Divine Realm. The Divine Sword Dingshanhai is his sword and should always be his sword.

No one is worthy of damaging the glory that belongs to Shen Minghuan.

The thunderbolt finally struck, and from a distance, it seemed to have swallowed up Dingshanhai.

Everyone's expression was stern, and they were fully prepared to go up and grab the sword after the thunderbolt dissipated.

Lin Zheng gave the disciples of Zhujian Villa an order to stay where they were. They stood there silently, feeling the mottled aura around them, trying to find the new sword master who could compare with Shen Minghuan.

Perhaps only the heartless Lin Yaochuan was seriously appreciating the baptism of thunder.

However, there was only one thunder, and it took a full half an hour from the time it struck to the time it dispersed.

When the last trace of gunpowder smoke dissipated, hundreds of people rushed out from the darkness.

It was hard to imagine that they were not blocked at all and ran into the people on the opposite side very smoothly.

"Where is the sword?"

"The sword is gone?"

"Has it been taken away by someone? Who? Hand it over to me!"

"Fuck, don't push, which bastard stepped on my head?"

Lin Yaochuan screamed repeatedly, as if his eyebrows were burned by fire and his feet were scalded by hot water: "Grandfather, Ding Shanhai ran away!"

They stood closest to each other, and because they didn't plan to do anything, he kept staring at Ding Shanhai. Lin Yaochuan saw clearly that Ding Shanhai ran away by himself.

"Maybe he went to find the sword master." Lin Qian's face was gloomy, and it was obvious that he was in a very bad mood after being disobeyed by Ding Shanhai, the "rebellious son". "Let's go back to the Sword Casting Villa first."

I hope the new sword master will be more tactful and come to the door himself.

It's okay for Shen Minghuan, but he wants to see who this person is.

Jiang Yunqi is very panicked now.

He was originally struggling whether to follow Lin Yaochuan to help, but on the one hand, he was an outsider, and on the other hand, with his strength, he probably couldn't help in such an occasion.

He lay on the windowsill, watching the thunder in the distance slowly dissipate, and the sky returned to blue. He was worried about the situation over there, and suddenly felt a majestic sword intent.

Jiang Yunqi reflexively drew his sword out of the sheath... but he didn't pull it out. His sword was tightly retracted in the scabbard, and it was still trembling.

Jiang Yunqi: "..."

I didn't think his sword was so spiritual before?

Luo Jinghong slammed the table and stood up. Just as she was about to block Shen Minghuan, she suddenly felt something.

She smiled and sat back.

At this moment, Jiang Yunqi looked at the sword that suddenly appeared in the door of the room, suspended in the air, and that he had seen in the stone. It was shaking its head and tail and looked very lively. He felt his eyes go dark.

Shen Minghuan was silent, [Xiaojiu. ]

System said: [Host, I couldn't help it. ]

This is its body! Its house! Its clothes! Its...

It doesn't matter what it is, anyway, it's its!

Jiang Yunqi trembled, "Brother Shen, we won't be chased out as thieves?"

God has mercy on them, they didn't do anything, how did this Dingshanhai appear here!

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Lin Qian heard on the way that there were two guests in the villa, and Lin Zheng secretly reported to him: "One is suspected to be a junior of the Xinghe clan, and the other is Shen Minghuan's own son."

Shen Minghuan's shitty personality can have a son? Lin Qian was curious and decided to go and see.

Lin Yaochuan was full of desire to share, and he also planned to find his friends. Since they had the same goal and Lin Qian was not arrogant, he just followed Lin Yaochuan.

Lin Yaochuan did not climb through the window again and walked through the main door.

Jiang Yunqi heard the knock on the door and came to open the door for them. He was shocked when he saw three people outside, including Lin Zheng himself.

Lin Yaochuan introduced them: "This is my grandfather, the swordsmith of Ding Shanhai and Wanwuchun."

If it were before, Jiang Yunqi would definitely approach such a person with a flattering face, but now seeing such a big scene, Jiang Yunqi's mind was full of only four words: My life is over.

Lin Yaochuan mistakenly thought that he was overly excited, sighed, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, Brother Jiang, Ding Shanhai suddenly disappeared, and I can't show it to you."

Jiang Yunqi smiled awkwardly and said carefully: "Brother Lin, there is something, please don't be angry."

Lin Yaochuan was puzzled: "What?"

Jiang Yunqi moved to the side, revealing the table blocked behind him.

On the table lay a half-dead sword.

It was strange. The sword was placed on the table in a plain manner, but they could feel a kind of resentment of despair.

"Ding Shanhai?!" Lin Zheng exclaimed. His eyes moved on Shen Minghuan and Jiang Yunqi with a complex look for a moment, and finally stopped on Shen Minghuan: "Are you the new sword master of Ding Shanhai?"

In fact, he felt that Shen Shu was not worthy.

But Ding Shanhai seemed to be more acceptable in the hands of Shen Minghuan's son than in the hands of others.

But he didn't expect... He thought that the magic sword would rather break than bend, and would only bow to people who were good enough. It turned out that it would still love the whole family?

Ding Shanhai's feelings for Shen Minghuan were indeed deep.

Lin Qian looked at Shen Minghuan with scrutiny and snorted coldly: "Are you Shen Minghuan's son?"

No wonder Ding Shanhai recognized his master, a rebellious son, really disappointing!

"Ding Shanhai recognized you as his master, just in time," Lin Qian stood with his hands behind his back: "Let's settle the money and pay off the money your father owed."