Look through the hole in the wall.

In the room, whether it was Lin Mo or Wu Xuan.

All his faces were surprised.

With this sword, the master can be slashed.

At this time, the prince was the most excited.

"Hahaha, I knew it!

After spending so much energy, how could it be possible to move a piece of scrap iron. "

"You, your cultivation base is restored?"

Compared to Long Sword, Wu Xuan cared more about Lin Mo's body.

If he had just taken the sword head-on, the only result would be his death on the spot.

After feeling the body for a while, the dantian area still felt empty, without a trace of true energy wandering.

Lin Mo helplessly shook his head.

"No!

I did not use the sword just now.

It seems to be the remaining prestige left by the former owner of this sword. "

At this point, he was also a little disappointed.

"Well, you can try again."

The prince on the side suggested it.

Nodded, Lin Mo also had this intention. After all, this was the hope of restoring his dantian.

Stabilize his emotions, just when he was about to lift the sword again.

The sword energy dissipated instantly.

But the long sword in his hand suddenly sank, and then it seemed to have the power of everything.

Unprepared, the long sword slipped off the palm of his hand instantly.

To his surprise, when the long sword touched the floor, it made a crisp jingle sound.

It's not the heavy feeling of falling heavy objects to the ground!

Um?

Could it be an illusion just now!

Kneeling down, Lin Mo grasped the hilt again!

It's just that when his arm was strong, the heavy feeling on the long sword struck again.

I can't even mention it!

Taking a deep breath, he tried again.

"Get me up!"

However, his face was flushed with blue veins violently on his forehead.

The long sword remained motionless.

How can it be?

Although the dantian was abandoned, the cultivation base was lost.

But the strength of the true energy quenched chain is still there.

Lifting a one-hundred-jin heavy object in one hand is not a problem at all.

But even if Lin Mo tried his best, he couldn't help the sword.

Does this sword weigh a thousand catties?

"Lin Mo, won't you?"

Seeing this look, the prince on the side asked puzzledly.

This long sword looked only two or three catties.

Looking at Lin Mo's appearance, it was a bit exaggerated.

call!

Take a breath.

After clapping his hands, Lin Mo also looked at the prince helplessly.

"Come on, you try!"

"I'll do it if I come, isn't it just a broken...a long sword!"

Originally wanted to talk about breaking the sword, but thought of the terrifying blow Lin Mo had just swung.

The prince immediately changed his name.

With his sleeves up, he squatted down, holding the hilt in his hand.

I thought it could be easily mentioned.

But when he tried hard, under the reaction force, the whole person was pulled back again.

Then came a butt squat and fell to the ground.

"God, is this sword set on the ground?"

Patting the dust on his butt, the prince squatted directly beside the sword and began to study carefully.

At this moment, he suddenly discovered that the rust on the part of the joint between the sword body and the hilt was a little loose.

Curious, he reached out and patted.

And those rust also fell homeopathically.

"Eh, there are words here. Ah, ah, what!

Hey, what kind of font is this? It's messy and can't understand it at all. "

Upon hearing the Prince's words, Lin Mo and Wu Xuan also walked over curiously.

"Ancient fonts!"

Kneeling down and looking at it, Wu Xuan recognized it all at once.

Looking at Wu Xuan in surprise, the prince asked immediately.

"Old Wu, you are too good, you know ancient fonts.

Tell me soon, what do these two words mean? "

However, Wu Xuan could only recognize this type of font. He really wanted him to translate it, but he was too high on him.

"Uh, I have to check this out. You guys wait for me for a while."

He stood up and ran towards the room. JrNovels.com