C7 Three Swords of Haoyi

Han Bing sat cross-legged in the audience, circulating the Heavenly Dragon Body Refinement Art cultivation technique. One part of his body was being tempered, and the other part was recovering from his injuries.

On the battle stage, Tian Hu and Zhao Qiao were already in position. Tian Hu was at the fifth level of the Body Refinement Realm, and his body was strong. On the other hand, Zhao Qiao was only at the third level of the Body Refinement Realm. Against Tian Hu, he was like a lamb facing a fierce tiger in the mountains, trembling in fear.

"Damn it, why did we meet this monster the moment we appeared? I was planning to enter the Dongfang family to get more resources to help us expand our Zhao family. It looks like we'll have to wait for three years." Zhao Qiao thought to himself. The Dongfang family's recruitment was held every three years. However, he didn't admit defeat on his own accord and chose to fight instead. Even if he knew that he had lost, it would be a worthwhile trip for him to fight against Tian Hu.

"Very good. I admire your courage, so I must go all out against you and let you experience my martial skill. What do you say?" Tian Hu said.

"That's what I want. Come at me." Zhao Qiao said.

On the battle stage, Tian Hu's figure was vigorous and his movements were swift. Like the king of beasts in the mountains, he charged towards Zhao Qiao. "Roar, Fierce Tiger Mountain." "Boom!" With a thunderous sound, Zhao Qiao crossed his arms in front of his chest. However, Tian Hu still relied on the shock wave to force Zhao Qiao out of the arena.

"First battle, Tian Hu won." "The host announced." "In the second battle, Sun Youcai challenged Wu Ling and invited the two of you to the stage."

At this moment, Han Bing's injuries had almost recovered, and she wouldn't be able to break through to the 5th level of the Body Refinement Realm in a short period of time. Thus, he opened his eyes and stared at the two people fighting on the stage.

On the battling platform, Sun Youwei stared at Wu Ling and said, "Go down, Xiao Ling. I, your brother Sun, am a kind person and won't do anything to a girl."

"Hmph, I'm not going down. Losing a battle is not shameful, admitting defeat is shameful." Wu Ling said, "Brother Sun, you said you don't want to hit girls, so don't fight back later."

"No problem, just come at me. I definitely won't fight back." Sun Youwei giggled.

"It's over. This Sun Youcai must be foolish. If he doesn't fight back, how can he win?" People began to comment. However, Han Bing did not think so. In order to give up on the Ximen family's election, Sun Youcai had to enter the Dongfang family and take first place. He promised the girl he was facing not to retaliate because he was confident that he could defeat her even if he didn't do anything.

Sure enough, Wu Ling shouted and threw a punch at Sun Youwei. However, Sun Youwei stood still on the spot with a smile still on his face, as if that punch was not directed at him, but at someone else. On the other hand, Wu Ling's face was full of surprise. The pain coming from her hands made her doubt if she had hit a human. " "Just at that moment, Sun Youwei's body exploded with a powerful force, blasting Wu Ling off the platform.

"You, you didn't keep your word." Wu Ling rolled on the ground for a few times before getting up with a face full of dust. She pointed at Sun Youwei and said angrily. We said that we wouldn't fight back. "

Sun Youcai said with a helpless expression, "Little Ling, Brother Sun really didn't do anything. I was only using my inner force to send you flying and didn't count as a counterattack."

This really wasn't considered a counterattack. What Sun Youcai did was the same as how Shao Liang sent Han Bing flying. However, it was obvious that Sun Youcai didn't care about the girl and didn't injure her.

"Alright, now I announce that the second grandchild has won." The host's voice once again resounded above the crowd, "Third battle, Li Jun against Ji Kang, Li Jun and Ji Kang, get on the platform."

"Yes."

The battle lasted all the way until evening before ending.

"The first round of battles is over. The victors are Han Bing, Tian Hu, Sun Youwei, and Ji Kang. They will be entering the Dongfang Family's outer sect to participate in the ranking battle tomorrow. Everyone, please come and watch." The host said. Although Han Bing did not fight, he relied on this opportunity to become the victor and obtain the opportunity to enter the Dongfang family.

The day's battle had ended. The victors were talking and laughing, while the losers were feeling dejected. Han Bing was mixed in the crowd, as if she had something on her mind.

"You're called Han Bing, right?" Suddenly, someone patted Han Bing's shoulder and said. Han Bing turned his head and saw that it was a man. He had a resolute face and a sturdy build. One look was enough to tell that he was an expert in martial arts.

"Hmm? I am Han Bing, and I don't know what advice this big brother has. " Han Bing said to that person.

"I don't dare to accept your advice. Someone asked me to give you something. Here, give it to you." With that, the man handed Han Bing a one-foot long sandalwood box. On it was carved a beautiful pattern, and it was also a bit heavy.

"Ah?" "Who gave it to me?" Han Bing asked in confusion. In this strange city, he hardly knew any friends, much less family. Thus, he could not think of anyone who would give him something.

"This, I do not know. I am just a giver." With that, he handed the box to Han Bing and left.

Han Bing took the box and walked into a remote alley. Right now he had no money on him, no place to stay, and no money to eat. He could only stay in this remote alley for the night and enter the Dongfang family tomorrow.

"Squeak." Han Bing opened the sandalwood box in his hand, and his eyes immediately lit up. There was actually money inside. Han Bing ignored everything else and took out the money from inside. He found the nearest inn, rushed in, slapped the money on the table, and said, "Waiter, bring me all your delicious food."

Faced with the table full of food, Han Bing was not polite. After a gust of wind blew past him and burped, he was so shocked that the waiter next to him opened his mouth wide and couldn't react for a long time. At this moment, he was definitely thinking, "Where did this little rice bucket come from?" Han Bing didn't know.

After the meal, Han Bing asked for another guest room and opened the sandalwood box again. This time, he saw three things inside: a letter, a book, and a ring. Clearly, the weight of the box from before was all due to the money, and the remaining three items were all lighter than the last.

He opened the letter and read:

Seeing you get a treasured sword today, I was happy for you in my heart, so I gave you a sword skill. In addition, there was also a spatial ring in the box. A spatial ring was a storage ring. It would be much easier to travel in the outside world. You must be wondering who I am, right? However, I won't tell you. If it is fated, you and I will meet.

"Hiss ~" Han Bing sucked in a breath of cold air, "Who is this? Why is he so generous? He doesn't even leave a name. He must be an expert, but from the sound of it, it doesn't seem like it. Could it be that Uncle Peng is secretly helping me?" I knew Uncle Peng would not ignore me. " Han Bing couldn't forget the dragon guard that was risking his life to protect him.

"Let's not worry about it for now. With a spatial ring and sword skills, that's great." Han Bing picked up his spatial ring first, "I heard that you need to bind it with blood." As he spoke, he bit his finger and dripped his blood on it.

Weng! The spatial ring emitted a green light, and then Han Bing felt a new layer of connection with it. It was a space with a length and width of one meter. Although it wasn't too large, it was enough to store some things.

"Han Bing took off the purple jade box that Peng Lei left for him. This jade box is clearly much more expensive than the sandalwood box. Up until now, Han Bing has only opened the first layer. The remaining two layers can't be opened no matter what. Han Bing guessed that this jade box was alive and could only be opened at the right time, so he didn't try again. He placed the jade box in his spatial ring. He also put in some clothes, silver taels, wood boxes, and other miscellaneous items. Only the sword skill and the Cyan Rainbow Sword were left outside.

Han Bing held the Cyan Rainbow Sword in his hand and unsheathed it. The clear light was dazzling, and the cold air assaulted his senses. Looking into the distance, Jadeite Marsh spring ice, near seems to be drying Taiwan Rayleigh snow. The patterns were densely packed, as if they were flying from a prison in Feng City. Violet Qi filled the air, as if collected in Chu Zhao's dream. When Tai'e Great Ravine was in need of trouble, Mo Xie was at ease. As expected of the king of all mortal weapons. A good sword. A good sword.

As the name implied, a mortal weapon. Because cultivators within the Refinement Realm had yet to draw in the energy of heaven and earth into their bodies, they were unable to control a Spirit Channeling grade weapon. Regardless of whether it was the material or forging techniques, the Cyan Rainbow Sword was a high grade one amongst the high grade. Being able to have this sword was a great boost to the Body Refinement Realm cultivator. Han Bing felt that today was a lucky day. Although he was wounded, it was worth it to be able to obtain the Cyan Rainbow Sword and the mysterious gift box.

Reading the "Lying on the bed" sword technique, there were four eye-catching words written on the cover: Hao Ri's Three Swords. The first sword was called the Sword of the Rising Sun. It was the Sword of the Rising Sun, and it was full of vitality like the rising sun. It was swift and did not waste any time, using its speed to suppress and kill the enemy. The second sword was called the Scorching Sun Sword, it was overbearing and hot like the sun in the sky. It could behead evil and eliminate monsters, and then melt into the scorching sun. The third sword stroke was called the Desolation Sword. It was like the setting sun, once the sword stroke was thrown out, all living things would become lifeless.

"Haotian Three Swords. Isn't this the pirated version of my Dragon Clan's Haotian Art?" Han Bing mumbled. When he was still a child in the Dragon clan, he was bullied once, so Big Brother Xuan Liang, who cared about him, especially showed him the secret technique of the Dragon Clan, "Haotian Spell", which he had just learned. At that time, he saw Big Brother Xuan Liang's "Haotian Spell", which was sometimes filled with multicolored light, sometimes boiling heat waves, sometimes dark and sometimes withered. That was the true Sword of the Morning Sun, the Sword of the Scorching Sun and the Sword of the Dead.

It was obvious that compared to the Dragon Clan's "Haotian Three Swords", this book only had its form, not even its essence, and not even its form. But thinking about it, it was also normal. If what he gave Han Bing right now was not "The Three Day Swords of Haotian" but "Haotian Spell", Han Bing wouldn't have been able to learn it. Even with Han Bing's current level of cultivation, she could only cultivate the first sword, the Sword of the Rising Sun.

"I don't know if one night's time is enough. Let's give it a try." As he spoke, he started cultivating according to the contents of the sword art manual. Having seen the real « Clear Sun Art », Han Bing felt much easier to cultivate this pirated « Three Sword of Clear Sun ».

The night in the small city was incomparably quiet. Occasionally, the clanging of a gong could be heard, followed by the sound of "The sky is dry, and the objects are dry. Be careful of the flames and candles." A shout. In an inn not far from the Dongfang family, a young man was undergoing a transformation.