C11 Longsword

Feng Batian was extremely happy. Although Zhang Fan's previous punch was not particularly powerful, it was equivalent to the explosive strength of a Fighter 5-dan.

Furthermore, Zhang Fan had just started cultivating and was already so powerful. If he were to succeed in the future, so what if he didn't have a Martial Spirit? At least, his son was not a trash. If anyone dared to call his son a trash, regardless of his status, he would not rest until he was dead!

The domineering towering Qi circulated again, causing Zhang Fan to feel a deep sense of shock.

Far off in the distance, Ouyang Xian`er watched the father and son duo stand there, her heart was also moved.

The next day, Zhang Fan opened his eyes as a sharp aura suddenly flowed out from his body.

Spreading out his right hand, a golden energy floated about. When a mini sword appeared in his hand, that fierce aura became even denser.

As the Purple Clouds technique flew past his body, Zhang Fan suddenly realized something. His eyes were glazed over as he stared at the sword.

Rumble … It was also at this moment that Zhang Fan felt the Purple Clouds technique in his body quickly become restless. The sword in his hand also instantly melted into Zhang Fan's palm.

Everything seemed to belong to the source of his power. A fierce and sharp aura seemed to have vanished from Zhang Fan's body.

At this moment, Zhang Fan looked like an ordinary person. However, the only difference was that Zhang Fan had a smile on his face, and a confident expression appeared on his face.

"What a pity." Zhang Fan mumbled to himself. After the transformation of the Xuan-Yuan Sword form, the demand for energy had also increased. The amount of energy that was expended on extracting energy from his body was far greater than what the current Zhang Fan could sustain.

Shrugging his shoulders, Zhang Fan did not seem to mind at all. He got down from the bed and opened the door.

The air was as fresh as ever. Zhang Fan's eyes swept over the place as he carefully examined his own small courtyard.

Although the building was old, it still had a solemn aura to it. It raised the entrance gates of the hall and the grand entrance. The circular building and the stone building around the corner were both elegant and dignified, with extraordinary attainments.

After eating the food Ouyang Xian`er prepared, Ouyang Xian`er lifted her head to look at Ouyang Xian`er. A smile broke out on her young and fair face as she spoke, "Xian`er, I want to take a walk outside."

Ouyang Xian`er was stunned. She couldn't help but say, "But Young Master …"

But before Ouyang Xian`er could finish her words, she was interrupted by Zhang Fan.

"Your young master is no longer the young master he used to be."

Zhang Fan stood with his hands behind his back, a faint smile on his face. He was gentle and refined, yet useful, and gave off a supreme feeling. An expression of infatuation appeared on Ouyang Xian`er's face. She felt that as long as she gave Zhang Fan a step forward, he would be able to ascend into the heavens.

After a moment of hesitation, Ouyang Xian`er finally nodded her head. She raised her head and looked at Zhang Fan with a serious expression. "Young Master, I'll accompany you then."

"Alright." Zhang Fan nodded and strode outside.

Seeing Zhang Fan's back, Ouyang Xian`er also followed closely behind.

Walking out of the clan and into the streets outside, Zhang Fan actually had a feeling that he had been separated from his family for a whole lifetime.

The streets of this world were quaint, gray tiles, white walls, and tall buildings. The walls of the gates were decorated with exquisite carvings of flowers, and numerous buildings that had the appearance of an ancient beauty were situated around them. Zhang Fan felt an unreal feeling.

In his memory, Floating Cloud Country was still quite big. The two of them walked together, and there were all kinds of shops on both sides of the street. There were arms dealers, jewelry sellers, and even shops that specialized in making clothes.

Passersby came and went unceasingly, and what surprised Zhang Fan was that there were many people carrying long swords on their backs, exuding a domineering aura.

An ear-piercing sound rang. Zhang Fan raised his head and looked over. A grey-robed old man was seen streaking across the sky, instantly disappearing from his line of sight.

With his heart slightly beating, Zhang Fan's blood started to boil. He really liked this world, this world where the strong were respected …

Noises came from all directions, pulling Zhang Fan's thoughts back to reality.

"Let's go."

The corners of Zhang Fan's mouth curled up as he looked at Ouyang Xian`er and said, "Let's take a walk around the area."

Ouyang Xian`er snapped back to reality as a smile broke out on her face and she followed Zhang Fan onto the main street.

Floating Cloud City might just be a small country, but the streets were bustling with noise and excitement for Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan, who was wearing a white robe, swept his gaze back and forth, completely blending into the atmosphere.

Zhang Fan stopped in his tracks as he passed by a weapon trading booth. His expression flickered as his gaze fell onto the booth.

"Little brother, what kind of weapon do you want? I have everything here, and it's one of the best. "

The stall owner was a middle-aged man with a medium build. His hair was naturally bent, his skin was slightly dark, and his face was amiable and honest.

"Let me see."

Zhang Fan's black eyes landed on the booth as he swept his gaze across it.

The weapons on the booth were all neatly placed. Knives, spears, swords … There were all sorts of weapons, and there were even some girls' trinkets that he had overlooked. Their gazes fell onto a row of swords.

His favorite thing was the sword!

The lightness of the sword, the sharpness of the sword, and the speed of the sword, all of them fascinated him!

His gaze slowly shifted and landed on a long sword.

The sword was a golden colored scabbard. The scabbard had complicated patterns on it, and it had a unique artistic style. The hilt was very exquisite, and there was a green gem embedded at the end of the hilt.

Spreading out his right hand, Zhang Fan made a grabbing motion towards the sword. The sword was about half a jin in size, and the feel of it was very good.

"Clang!"

With a crisp sound, Zhang Fan directly took out his sword and instantly, a sharp aura swept out from the blade.

"This sword is quite good."

Zhang Fan solemnly sized up the sword. He discovered that the sword was about 65 cm long and 6 cm wide. It was slightly larger than the swords in his previous life. However, this was not enough to show anything.

Because the sword request was suitable, Zhang Fan's right hand held the sword, and in an instant, a sharp sword attack shot out, just like a python.

"Shh!"

With one Flowerflower completed, Zhang Fan's movements were instantly retracted. A beautiful arc appeared as the sword was inserted into the scabbard.

His movements were unusually cool and clean.

Zhang Fan slightly raised his brows, his eyes filled with amazement. This craftsmanship could be considered to be on a higher level. The treasured swords and scabbards interacted harmoniously, complementing each other without the slightest feeling of calmness.

"Boss, how much is this sword?" Zhang Fan felt that this sword was quite good. Using it as a temporary weapon was also a good choice.

The stall owner had a smile on his face: "Little brother has good eyes, he actually chose the best sword in my shop." The stall owner had a smile on his face: "Little brother has good eyes, he actually chose the best sword in my shop.

"Xian'Er, take the money." Zhang Fan looked fixedly at the stall owner as he instructed Ouyang Xian`er with a smile.

Ouyang Xian`er quickly nodded her head and took out a brocade sack from her robes. After which, she poured out twelve purple coins into the center of her palm.

One purple coins was equivalent to 100 gold coins, 12 purple coins were equivalent to 1200 gold coins.

The stall owner took it.

Waving his hand towards the stall owner, Zhang Fan's right hand gripped his sword and his heart seemed to have calmed down. His expression gradually returned to being calm, but a trace of killing intent appeared between his brows. These were the essence of his bones.