In the small courtyard.

"Wei Shaoxuan" raised his hand, lifted his chin out of habit, and finished speaking with a smile.

Everyone looked happy and nodded one after another,

"Thank you, Sixth Young Master, for your gift!"

Ouyang Rong walked away without looking back, preparing to open the sword box.

At this time, Boss Li came close to his ear like a dog-legger:

"Sixth Young Master, look, after watching the sword, should we go down the mountain first to find Mr. Qiu? This mountain is dangerous. That Xie Lingjiang and the unknown Yue girl may come to our door at any time..."

Ouyang Rong touched his chin, glanced sideways at the unknown Persian businessman in front of him, and said leisurely:

"You teach me how to do things?"

"I don't dare!"

Boss Li lowered his head in fright. After a while, he carefully raised his eyes and found that the face of the sixth young master in front of him had turned cold. He was looking down at him. The Persian businessman was so frightened that he quickly knelt down on one knee.

"Oh, disappointing."

Ouyang Rong stretched out his hand and pointed forward:

"You, you, and you guys, go down the mountain first and wait for us at the same place. With so many people following, it would be strange not to be discovered by Mrs. Xie. It's like dragging a bottle of oil.

"Liu Fu stays and waits for his adoptive father in the temple with me."

Ouyang Rong slightly curled his two fingers and tapped the mysterious tablet with the word "Wei" on his waist. He held the pearl of wisdom in his hand and said:

"There is news from the adoptive father. He will be here soon."

Boss Li was stunned for a moment, and looked at each other with the dozen or so swordsmen in black who were also accused. He couldn't help but look bitter, and said dejectedly:

"The villain said something wrong. I hope that the Sixth Young Master will forgive me... Sixth Young Master, the old place you mentioned is..."

Ouyang Rong didn't know the old place, but at this moment in the courtyard, all he had to do was clasp his hands behind his back and squint at the groveling Persian businessman.

Sure enough, with a "pop", Boss Li slapped himself in the face and said with a flattering smile:

"It's my slave who asked something stupid. Where else could it be other than the house on Luming Street..."

Ouyang Rong nodded calmly, and Li Guo'er beside him seemed to be unable to bear the stupidity and looked away.

Although he didn't know the purpose of the Sixth Young Master's arrangement, Boss Li quickly retreated with a dozen black-clothed swordsmen. Before leaving, he faintly heard the calm-looking Sixth Young Master suddenly turning his head in the yard behind and saying something like:

The words that seemed to come from Chao Liufu came:

"I have just received news that there is a place nearby that is suspected to have sword techniques. When the adoptive father comes, we will discuss..."

"Where did the Sixth Young Master talk about?"

Ouyang Rong glanced at the backs of Boss Li and others who were leaving obediently outside the hospital, and said casually: "Yunmeng."

Liu Fu couldn't help but glanced in the direction of Di Gong Gate in the south, with a sudden look on his face: "I see."

Li Guo'er glanced sideways at someone who looked calm and was talking casually.

While listening quietly, she forgot that her wrist was still held by him. Instead, she thought carefully about the profound meaning of Ouyang Lianghan's extra nonsense instead of finishing the whole thing.

"Seeing is not necessarily believing." Well, let alone "hearing".

Li Guo'er suddenly remembered what he had just said.

There were only three of them left in the courtyard. As expected, Li Guo'er saw Ouyang Lianghan walking towards him. He pretended to open the sword case, turned around with a smile, and asked people to "watch the sword".

Even though it was not the first time, he saw "Arc" suddenly appear in the sky over the small courtyard again. Li Bao'er raised his head, and his pink lips under the gauze were still slightly open.

Before the Qian and Zhou dynasties, the tripod sword could only be owned by emperors and royal families, or those who were promoted to the public by the visible or hidden sects.

Until, after the mad emperor's frantic search for tripod swords and sword tactics, the tripod struggle between the Northern and Southern Dynasties ended, the great unification came, and many tripod swords were lost, they are still famous in the world. There are only a few with definite ownership, and all of them belong to the top. power.

"Sixth Young Master, is this the New Cauldron Sword?" Liu Fu sounded a little excited.

"How about it?"

Ouyang Rong squinted his eyes, and together with the lame old man with a seventh-level cultivation beside him, stared at it against the sunlight. The cyclones in his dantian began to disappear one by one, but he asked softly:

"Are you a little surprised by its appearance?"

"I'm a little surprised," Liu Fu said in surprise, "I didn't expect that Lao Lai could watch a new-born cauldron sword at close range. Looking at the world, there are only a few mythical objects."

"Then you stand closer and take a closer look?"

"Thank you, Mr. Six."

"You're welcome." Ouyang Rong said with a smile.

"Sixth Young Master." Liu Fu reluctantly withdrew his gaze and asked curiously:

"The old slave heard that every tripod sword has a secret skill of the tripod sword. The sword wielder can master one skill every time he is promoted to a higher rank.

"Legend has it that some of the unique skills of the Cauldron Sword are for area-wide damage, and some are for unrivaled single-target damage.

"I don't know what the secret skill of the new tripod sword is. Now that the tripod sword is new, only the sixth master should know it."

"Actually, I don't know about it at the moment." Ouyang Rong said honestly: "But I do know about the unique skill of 'Han Shi' with the tripod sword."

"Hanshi? Is this the sword technique learned by the Sixth Young Master?"

"That's right." Ouyang Rong turned his head, looked at the lonely old man in front of him, and said softly:

"Han Shi's secret skill of the tripod sword is exactly as the name suggests. It is like a Han Shi who starts from a humble beginning, first disappears and then becomes visible. Finally, when encountering a strong wind, he surges up and turns into a Kunpeng.

"By this time, the poor man is no longer a poor man, but he is still a poor man. For this reason, even if the emperor is angry, millions of corpses will float and blood will flow for thousands of miles, but when the cold man is angry, he can bleed five steps, and the world will be pure.

"This is how you can kill emperors at the top, and escape the world and become a poor scholar at the bottom."

Liu Fu seemed to understand, and nodded in wonder: "Then how does it 'cut upward'?"

Ouyang Rong nodded: "It's very simple. First place the sword, as if climbing high. When its momentum reaches the top step by step, within 'five steps', the princes, generals and ministers will bleed and fall to the ground."

"Cloth the sword? How to cloth the sword?"

"Well, like this." Ouyang Rong pursed his lips and gestured to an "arc" floating quietly above the two of them.

Liu Fu raised his head and frowned: "What do you mean... uh."

Three feet above his head, the tripod sword looked cold, staring at him with cold eyes.

The lame old man's words suddenly got stuck.

Turning head stiffly.

Ouyang Rong tilted his head and stared at him.

The atmosphere in the hospital fell into a brief dead silence.

Liu Fu's energy was completely blocked by a tripod sword. He was filled with grief and anger: "Sixth Young Master, why!?"

It's a pity that no one answered him before the bodies were separated.

Ouyang Rong took off his mask and read out leisurely: "Come back."

The lame old man's leaping body disintegrated in mid-air at the same height as the eaves, and fell back to the ground piece by piece.

Liu Fu didn't even have time to break the neck of the "Sixth Young Master" next to him. He jumped up in a hurry, only to be torn apart in the air, and blue light shot out from his body.

A clear blue "arc" returned to Ouyang Rong, unstained by any blood.

He turned to avoid the young man who had fallen into pieces, put the mask in his arms, and nodded towards the dead old man's head rolling on the ground, staring with anger and anger:

"Did you see it? This is the wrath of the Hanshi."

Ouyang Rong turned his head again and asked calmly: "How many breaths?"

Li Guo'er lowered his head, gently twisted his sleeves and wrists, and replied accurately: "Fifteen breaths."

Ouyang Rong nodded slightly.

From tricking Liu Fu into observing the sword within "five steps", to the craftsman finishing the cloth sword, and completely locking Liu Fu's Qi machine...it took fifteen breaths in total.

This is the time it took for him, who was still at the ninth level, to use his "Return to Come" with all his strength to kill a seventh-level qi practitioner who was seriously injured and had his arm broken. It was quite satisfactory.

Further up, Ouyang Rong still doesn't know how long it will take for enemies of higher rank to "cloth their swords".

Because the enemy type, surrounding environment, personal status and other factors have a great impact.

It requires actual combat.

However, the ninth-grade dantian in his body is currently full of spiritual energy and cannot support "clothing the sword" for a long period of more than fifteen breaths.

Ouyang Rong didn't know the specific effect of the "Golden Pill of Transformation" that Xie Lingjiang swallowed for him last time, but he was vaguely aware that the capacity of his Dantian was not outstanding, and the "Golden Pill of Transformation" didn't seem to be that effective.

Ridiculous, seems to be on sale...

Before using "Return to Come", each breath of the sword needs to consume a lot of spiritual energy. The further you go, the more spiritual energy is drawn away. It is not a simple even superposition.

Take the killing of Liu Fu just now as an example. This was Ouyang Rong's third actual battle.

The two qi-replenishing pills I swallowed before have filled my body with spiritual energy, and there is still about one pill left.

And when his Dantian spiritual energy is in full state, the cloth sword that can only support ten breaths should be able to barely kill an eighth-level qi practitioner.
To be continued...