Lu Chen is a mortal.
In Taixu Sect, there is a mortal who can't light up the spirit stone. Senior brother Gu Changyuan has a clear sword mind, senior sister Su Zhao has unparalleled formation skills, and senior brother Ji Heng has a sword that can break eighty-three kilograms in one stroke. And he lived in a utility room in the back mountain, chopping firewood, drinking porridge, and squatting on the roadside watching ants every day. There are only nineteen words in the sect's records: I entered the 17th year of Qingli, and the head of the family accepted him personally. I have a body of extraordinary spirit, no teacher, no realm.
No one knew that he dug out a fragment of animal skin from the debris pile. There is a human figure painted on it, with a vortex on the chest, and an ancient word next to it - "". No one knows that he gets up before dawn every day to swing a sword. A sword that is so rusted that its original shape cannot be seen, and he has practiced the simplest movement for ten years. Jianyi. There is only one sword.
Until one day, Ji Heng insisted on discussing with him. Lu Chen was so entangled that he had no choice but to pick up the rusty sword and wave it in the air. That night, Ji Heng found a penetrating crack on his formation-breaking sword - and the sword did not touch his sword at all.
Deep in the back mountain, there is a heartbeat that sounds every thirty-four breaths. It's exactly the same rhythm as the way he swings his sword.
