Martial Arts Simulator in the Immortal World

A third of the sword sank into the soil.

　　Judging from the appearance of the blade, there is a little rust, and it must have been many years.

　　All the swords around him, without exception, were clanging.

　　However, this sword did not make any clanging sound, and sank into the soil like a mountain.

　　Nothing seems to be able to shake what is in front of you.

　　But it was such an ordinary dead thing, which seemed to make Jiang Ran feel something different.

　　It seemed that it was this rusty sword that was attracting him, Jiang Ran slowly stretched out his hand and held the hilt of the sword.

　　The hilt of the sword is uneven, and it is a bumpy feeling of dust and rust, which is very uncomfortable to touch.

　　"Boom!"

　　Jiang Ran pulled out the rusty sword with force, and a look of difficulty appeared on his face.

　　With his current strength, it was impossible for him to pull out such a sword with such difficulty.

　　Heavy to start, it looks like a light sword, although the materials may not be ordinary, but it will definitely not exceed fifty catties.

　　But the sword in Jiang Ran's hand has multiplied several times.

　　The minimum weight is about 300 catties, and ordinary people can't even lift it.

　　People in the acquired realm are not even qualified to wield, so they can only mention it.

　　"It's you..."

　　Jiang Ran slowly raised it above his head and carefully inspected the rust stains on it through the light.

　　A smile appeared on his face, at least the sword was within his liking's range.

　　But at this time, the movement here also attracted the attention of others.

　　"Look, that guy chose a rusty sword. "

　　"Hahahaha, no, this guy has a sick brain, right?"

　　"There are so many magic weapons, why did he choose such a thing. "

　　"Is that guy from Sword Peak? It's been a long time since I've seen someone from Sword Peak. "

　　"It's no wonder, after all, the people who dominate Sword Peak don't have much chance to swing their swords. "

　　Laughter after laughter continued to come from all around.

　　For the disciples of the Sword Peak, they have always been ridiculed by the disciples of other Sword Peaks.

　　What's more, what Jiang Ran got now is a rusty sword.

　　The sound of ridicule continued to rush towards Jiang Ran like a wave.

　　But Jiang Ran was like a rocky reef in the sea, allowing this mockery to continue to sound.

　　In front of these people, he walked out of the Hidden Sword Mountain alone.

　　Su Tianyang watched Jiang Ran come out, and he also breathed a sigh of relief, they all knew about the abnormal movements in the Hidden Sword Mountain.

　　But according to the rules of the main peak, they are not qualified to enter the Tibetan Sword Mountain.

　　But soon, as Jiang Ran approached, Su Tianyang also saw the rusty sword in Jiang Ran's hand.

　　His brows couldn't help frowning slightly, but Su Tianyang didn't say anything, just left the main peak with Jiang Ran.

　　After returning to the main peak, Jiang Ran borrowed a whetstone.

　　Next to the crystal, it began to be slowly polished.

　　Su Qinghua's whole day of cultivation was also over, and she happened to pass by the well while wiping her sweat with a towel.

　　After all these years, she is no longer the silent girl she used to be.

　　Compared with the silent indifference, she was seventeen years old at this time, but she was more inclined to an ordinary child.

　　But it's just for people who are more familiar, and for people who are not familiar with it, they are still so cold.

　　I don't know how many young talents in the Xuantian Sword Sect have been persuaded to retire.

　　"Hey, junior brother. "

　　"What are you doing, didn't you go to Hidden Sword Mountain today?"

　　"How did you bring back a rusty sword?"

　　Su Qinghua slowly squatted down, looking at the sharp sword placed on the whetstone, and her face also showed a touch of puzzlement.

　　Jiang Ran is extremely talented, and over the years, others have not known Jiang Ran's hard work.

　　Su Qinghua was very clear, and at this moment, he couldn't help but feel a little dissatisfied with the rusty sword that Jiang Ran got.

　　"No, how can this rusty sword work, I'll let my father take you to change it. "

　　Seeing that Jiang Ran didn't say a word, he just quietly polished the rust on the sword.

　　Su Qinghua immediately pulled Jiang Ran a little anxiously, wanting to find Su Tianyang.

　　"It was his own choice, and there are rules in Zangjian Mountain. "

　　"Rules are rules, and you should know them. "

　　Su Tianyang also walked over slowly at this time, and his eyes showed a little helplessness.

　　He didn't want Jiang Ran to change it, but the rules of the Xuantian Sword Sect could not be broken.

　　The rules that govern thousands of disciples, once someone breaks it, the prestige of the sect will fall to the freezing point in the future.

　　"Don't worry, senior sister, master. "

　　"This sword, I think it's enough, it's not ordinary. "

　　Jiang Ran smiled slightly, still calm and continued to polish.

　　Little by little, the rust on the blade was worn away, revealing the sword lines in the blade.

　　The texture alone is enough to let people know that this is definitely from the hands of mediocrity.

　　"Whatever you want, it's the scabbard. "

　　Su Tianyang shook his head, put the scabbard on the ground on the side and left.

　　And Su Qinghua obviously felt a little speechless.

　　"Tell me how you chose such a thing. "

　　"Otherwise, I'll help you go down the mountain and find a new master to make one. "

　　"Although the quality may not be very good, at least it is better than your rusty sword. "

　　Su Qinghua was still a little unwilling, and kept saying something next to Jiang Ran.

　　But Jiang Ran is still doing his own thing.

　　The two actions of splashing water and sharpening the sword were repeated repeatedly, and after half a sound, Su Qinghua also felt bored.

　　"You're such a stubborn who doesn't eat oil and salt. "

　　Su Qinghua snorted coldly, stood up and lifted the small bench under Jiang Ran's feet with some venting.

　　"Senior sister, I said that this sword will definitely not be ordinary. "

　　"I believe in my vision. "

　　"And those who use swords don't care what kind of quality they are. "

　　"The strong also use leaves, and killing people is as simple as drinking water and eating. "

　　Jiang Ran smiled bitterly, slowly stood up, and held the sword high above his head.

　　At this moment, the rust on the sword body has been polished off by Jiang Ran, and the true appearance inside has appeared in front of Jiang Ran.

　　The cyan sword pattern is wrapped around the sword body, and the edges and corners of the blade on both sides of the perimeter are still patterned.

　　The cold glow shimmered in the sunlight.

　　The exquisite sword pattern on the sword body also made Su Qinghua look a little fascinated.

　　People didn't think at all why a sharp sword with such a beautiful sword pattern would be abandoned for so long and no one would take it.

　　You must know that in the Tibetan Sword Mountain, a large number of disciples go there every year.

　　Rusty swords like those are not in the minds of all disciples, because rusty swords usually have one thing in common.

　　That is, no one has taken it, and no one wants to pull it out for too long, so it will naturally rust.

　　But I didn't expect that Jiang Ran chose this sword.

　　After taking off the rusty sword, this kind of transformation took place, and Su Qinghua didn't think about it if he was killed.