After exhausting myself to death - #After exhausting myself to death | Chapter 239 - Chapter 239: I have been wandering for a long time (26)

The place where Lin Qian retreated was not in Langcheng, but in a barren mountain not far away.

The barren mountain was originally nameless. After the Zhujian Villa was relocated, the barren mountain was renovated and used as a place for refining high-level exotic treasures and breakthroughs to prevent thunder and lightning from affecting the residents of the city.

Because this barren mountain is nothing special and has no characteristics, only a few thunders will occasionally 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, shook his hand and the tea spilled all over the table, but he couldn’t 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? !

Also, Ding Shan Hai is a recast, so why is it making more noise than when it was first released? How can he hide this?

Lin Zheng paced around the room anxiously. After a moment, he took the spiritual jade and disappeared.

For now, we can only fight.

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

Lin Yaochuan quickly recovered from the shock. He quickly jumped out of the window and hurriedly said: “I have to go help. Brother Shen, you guys talk first.”

The release of Dingshanhai was no small matter. A few days ago, his father summoned half of the disciples of Zhujian Villa to Leishan to set up an array. What we need to guard against is not thunder, but outsiders who want to fish in troubled waters and steal Dingshanhai.

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

Although Lin Yaochuan was indifferent, as the young master of the village, he knew that the formation that Lin Zheng asked them to set up was most important to conceal the secrets of the sky and prevent others from discovering that the recasting of Dingshanhai had been completed.

Barren Mountain is not far from Langcheng. As long as we can get this time gap, everything will go smoothly in the future.

Lin Yaochuan didn’t know what was going on now. Dragons were flying across the field, phoenixes were singing, and the sky was darkening. This movement could be detected even from half a continent away!

There are many people around Leishan. If you throw a stone in the void in a certain direction, you can hit a dozen people who are either watching a show or deliberately ambushing them.

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

Every piece of iron trembles, and even the blades of grass bow their heads.

This is the number one divine sword in the divine domain, Shen Minghuan’s former sword – Dingshanhai.

Lin Zheng commanded the disciples of Zhujian Villa to change their cover formation into a defensive formation. Now Dingshanhai is going to be baptized by the thunder of calamity. No one dares to move. When the thunder dissipates, then it will be the real battlefield.

Lin Gan appeared next to him.

“Father, what’s going on? Why did Dingshanhai come out so quickly?”

Lin Qian said bitterly: “It came out in a hurry. It is just as annoying as its sword master who died long ago.”

Lin Zheng coughed lightly and did not dare to ask again.

Lin Yaochuan came with a sword: “Dad, grandpa.”

He put away his trembling sword and looked curiously at the shining Dingshanhai in mid-air. He was shocked: “So Dingshanhai looks like this.”

There can only be one thunder baptism for the exotic treasure. At this moment, the blue and purple thunder has not yet landed. In terms of its thickness, it is at least a hundred times that of Dingshanhai. The tip of the Dingshanhai sword is pointed upward, like a fragile silver needle in front of a series of tribulation thunders, and the killing intent of the sword is even more chilling.

Lin Zheng frowned: “Why are you here?”

“I can also help, father. I have also learned the formations at Sword Forging Villa.”

Lin Qian said calmly: “Don’t be nervous, Dingshanhai has already recognized its master.”

When the mountains and seas become ownerless, it will naturally be acquired by those who are capable of the treasure. Even if the treasure cannot be recognized by the Divine Sword, selling it backhand can guarantee wealth and glory for the rest of life. But now that the divine sword has recognized its owner, even if its owner is not present and dares to touch it, it will be a dead end.

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

Shen Minghuan is dead, so the contract should automatically dissipate. Where is the owner of Dingshanhai now?

Moreover, although Dingshanhai has not produced a sword spirit yet, seeing that it cut itself off to die for the sword master shows that its spirit is already not low. Excalibur Loyalty, why did it find someone else to claim its master just after it was recast?

Lin Yaochuan looked at Lin Qian hesitantly. For Dingshanhai to become such a scumbag, could it be because his grandfather, the swordsmith, had done something wrong?

“What are you looking at?” Lin Qian said angrily: “It’s not me. Do you think I can control them?”

They designate the spring of mountains and seas and all things.

Lin Yaochuan didn’t understand, but Lin Zheng, who knew the inside story, looked away in embarrassment.

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

Their Sword Forging Villa is very tolerant of these spiritual treasures. If they take a fancy to someone and want to recognize the owner, the Sword Forging Villa will only charge a symbolically low price.

Although Dingshanhai has different meanings to Zhujian Villa, it has recognized its owner and they can only hand it over.

But… after Shen Minghuan, can Ding Shanhai still like anyone else? How amazing and talented that person must be?

But he didn’t feel that there was anyone comparable to Shen Minghuan in the Divine Realm.

The sword master should be feeling it now, right? Maybe they will come to ask for it later.

Lin Zheng actually couldn’t accept it.

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

No one deserves to compromise the glory that belongs to Shen Minghuan.

The calamity thunder finally struck down, and from a distance, it seemed as if it had swallowed up Dingshan and the sea.

Everyone looked stern, fully prepared to go up and grab the sword after the calamity thunder dissipated.

Lin Zheng gave the instructions to the disciples of the Sword Making Villa to stay put and stood there silently, feeling the mottled atmosphere around them, trying to find the new sword master who could compare with Shen Minghuan.

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

But there was only one thunder, and it took half an hour for it to break down and disperse.

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

It was unimaginable that they were not blocked at all and smoothly… bumped into the person on the opposite side.

“Where’s the sword?”

“The sword is missing?”

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

“Fuck, don’t squeeze. Which bastard stepped on my head?”

Lin Yaochuan screamed repeatedly, as if his eyebrows were burning and his feet were scalded by hot water: “Grandpa, grandpa, Dingshanhai has escaped!”

They stood closest to each other, and because he had no intention of taking any action, he kept staring at Dingshanhai. Lin Yaochuan saw clearly that Dingshanhai ran away on his own.

“Probably he went to find the sword master.” Lin Qian had a sullen face. It was obvious that he was in a bad mood after being disobeyed by Ding Shanhai, the “traitor”. “Go back to the Sword-making Villa first.”

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

Shen Minghuan didn’t care, he wanted to see who this person was.

Jiang Yunqi was in a panic now.

He was originally hesitant about whether to follow Lin Yaochuan to help, but firstly, he was an outsider, and secondly, with his strength, he probably couldn’t help in this situation.

He lay on the window sill, watching the tribulation thunder in the distance slowly dissipate, and the sky returning to blue. While he was focusing on the situation over there, he suddenly felt a majestic sword intent.

Jiang Yunqi reflexively drew his sword out of its sheath… He didn’t pull it out. His sword was tightly shrunk in the scabbard and was still trembling.

Jiang Yunqi: “…”

Never thought his sword was so spiritual before?

Luo Jinghong slapped the table and stood up. Just as he was about to stand in front of Shen Minghuan, he suddenly felt something.

She chuckled and sat back.

At this moment, Jiang Yunqi looked at the sword that suddenly appeared in the door of the room and was suspended in mid-air. He had seen it in the photo stone, and it was shaking its head and tail very lively, and felt his eyes darken.

Shen Minghuan was silent, [Xiaojiu. ]

The system is ashamed: [Host, I can’t hold it back. ]

This is its body! its a house! Its clothes! its……

No matter what it is, it’s what it belongs to!

Jiang Yunqi trembled, “Brother Shen, shouldn’t we be kicked out as thieves?”

It’s so pitiful that they didn’t do anything. How did this Dingshanhai appear here!

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Lin Qian heard on the road that two guests had arrived at the villa. Lin Zheng secretly reported to him: “One is suspected to be a junior from the Xinghe clan, and the other is Shen Minghuan’s biological son.”

Can Shen Minghuan have a son with his shitty personality? Lin Gan became curious and decided to go and have a look.

Lin Yaochuan was full of desire to share and planned to find his friends. Since the goals were the same, Lin Qian didn’t have any airs, so he simply followed Lin Yaochuan.

Lin Yaochuan didn’t climb through the window again and walked honestly through the front door.

Jiang Yunqi heard the knock on the door and opened the door for them. When he saw three people outside, even Lin Zheng came in person, he was immediately shaken.

Lin Yaochuan introduced them: “This is my grandfather, the swordsmith of Dingshanhai and Wanwuchun.”

If he had seen such a person before, Jiang Yunqi would have licked his face and approached him, but now that he saw such a big battle coming, Jiang Yunqi only had four words in his mind: My life is at stake.

Lin Yaochuan mistakenly thought that he was overly excited, sighed, and said apologetically: “I’m sorry, Brother Jiang, Dingshanhai suddenly disappeared, I can’t show it to you.”

Jiang Yunqi smiled coquettishly and said cautiously: “Brother Lin, there is something going on. Don’t be angry.”

Lin Yaochuan was confused: “What?”

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

Lying on the table was a half-dead sword.

It’s strange that this sword is placed on the table without any special features, but they can feel a sense of sadness that they have no hope for life.

“Dingshanhai?!” Lin Zheng exclaimed. His complex eyes moved between Shen Minghuan and Jiang Yunqi for a moment, and finally stopped on Shen Minghuan: “Are you the new sword master of Dingshanhai?”

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

But it seems easier to accept Dingshanhai falling into the hands of Shen Minghuan’s son than falling into the hands of others.

But he didn’t expect… He thought that the divine sword would rather break than bend, and would only bow to those who were good enough. Could it be that he would still love Wujiwu?

Ding Shanhai’s feelings for Shen Minghuan were indeed very deep.

Lin Qian looked at Shen Minghuan critically and snorted: “Are you Shen Minghuan’s son?”

No wonder Dingshanhai will recognize his master, the treacherous son, so unsatisfactory!

“Dingshanhai recognizes you as the master, just in time,” Lin Qian stood with his hands behind his hands: “Please settle the money, and by the way, pay back the money your father owes.”