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Night falls, at Yong'an Pawnshop.

Jing Tian coaxed his not-so-bright good brother and lay down on the bed.

But when he closed his eyes, he could always recall the man who had used a penny as a sword during the day, especially the words the man had said.

Unable to fall asleep, Jing Tian got up and went to the shop's warehouse to find the sword box. He carefully carried it back to his room and placed it next to his pillow.

This time he was finally able to fall asleep peacefully. His consciousness quickly faded as he closed his eyes. When Jing Tian opened his eyes again, he found himself standing on a dilapidated and abandoned land. Moreover, the houses here were very strange, with an architectural style completely different from that of the Northern Song Dynasty.

"This seems to be European writing." Jing Tian had seen some Western-related written products, but he had no interest in the history of those barbaric red-haired devils.

Just as I was wondering, a figure walked by in front of me.

"Hey, wait a minute!" Jing Tian immediately chased after him. "Hey buddy, wait a minute."

When Jing Tian caught up, he was shocked to find that the figure was not human, but a small giant who was taller and more robust than an ordinary person, with many messy bone spurs and scars on his body, and smelled of charcoal-grilled meat.

"Ugh." Jing Tian gagged, feeling nauseous.

Despite his seemingly clumsy body, his movements were incredibly fast, and his fist, which slammed into Jing Tian, ​​carried a howling, menacing wind.

Almost instantly, everything went black before Jing Tian's eyes.

"I am dead."

Jing Tian had an idea, but when he opened his eyes again, he found himself standing there unharmed. He touched his body up and down and confirmed that he was alright.

"It can't have been a nightmare just now, can it?"

This place is strange.

Jing Tian tentatively walked forward, and as expected, he saw that clumsy, huge figure again.

"It's not a dream!"

He turned to run away, but the huge figure had already been alerted and quickly turned to attack Jing Tian.

The enormous figure strode forward, and Jing Tian could even hear the earth groaning in pain with each step it took, the ground cracking and shattering.

After a few steps, the huge figure accelerated completely, swinging its arms and rushing towards Jing Tian like a runaway carriage. The next moment, Jing Tian's consciousness fell into darkness again.

Upon waking up again, Jing Tian gritted his teeth and walked in the direction he had walked before, and sure enough, he saw that huge figure again.

This time he was far enough away that he turned around and tried to run away.

boom!
The sound of running could be heard once again.

Jing Tian almost couldn't help but swear, and his consciousness then plunged into darkness.

That road is blocked.

He turned to look at another road, and this time it was much easier. Jing Tian even saw a peculiar statue.

The neatly arranged statues of gods seemed out of place amidst the desolate and bizarre ruins.

The statue has three heads and six arms, each arm holding a different weapon. Its left foot is standing on a burning wheel, and it is surrounded by a three-headed dragon and has various colored jewels on its body.

There is a small stone tablet in front of the statue.

"The Celestial Venerable of Heavenly Might and Power?"

Jing Tian stared at the face of the statue for a long time. For some reason, the more he looked at it, the more he felt that the statue looked very similar to the foolish customer who had pawned his sword for a penny during the day.

"He said he would teach me martial arts during the day, could it be..."

Jing Tian was quick-witted and immediately thought of a possibility.

He immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly: "Immortal Lord, Immortal Grandfather, please spare me! I never intended to become a peerless hero. I just wanted to be a shop assistant in Yong'an."

The statue did not react at all. Knowing it was useless, Jing Tian could only stand up by supporting his knees. But when his eyes swept across the ground, he unexpectedly saw a sword.

"sword?"

Jing Tian instinctively picked up the sword and noticed a small booklet next to it.

"Qingfeng Sword, a fairly sharp sword."

Moreover, it also comes with very basic sword moves.

Jing Tian just wanted to leave this place as soon as possible and had no interest in sword techniques.

He only carried the sword as a tool to bolster his courage.

Since the gods ignored him, he continued to look for a solution himself. He continued walking along the road and indeed saw another kind of monster, only as tall as an ordinary person, and moving slowly and clumsily.

As the monster lunged at him, Jing Tian dodged, causing it to fall to the ground. Jing Tian immediately chased after it and stabbed it in the head with his sword.

"Pfft-"

A long sword pierced his brain, and dark blood gushed out.

And so, Jing Tian continued to venture deeper into the area, becoming increasingly adept at wielding the sword.

After killing another monster, a large iron gate blocked their way.

He reached out and pushed the large iron gate, but there was no response.

The text appeared: "You cannot open the door on this side."

Jing Tian: "?"

What does that mean? Why can't the door be opened from this side?
"I'm quite good at climbing walls too." He used both his hands and feet to climb up, but found that no matter how hard he tried, his body remained stationary.

“This is a dead end.” Jing Tian turned around and walked back, leaving him only the enormous figure of another road.

Perhaps only by defeating that enormous figure can he regain his freedom.

When they met on a narrow path, unlike before, Jing Tian was full of confidence this time.

"Boom!" The sound of a huge figure running came, and Jing Tian reacted in time, dodging to the side, and actually managed to avoid it.

But the giant figure reacted just as quickly, crouching down to stop its forward momentum, then turning around swiftly and chasing after Jing Tian with its arms outstretched in a hugging motion.

Jing Tian rolled away again to dodge, the fierce wind whistling past his head making his heart pound wildly.

"boom!"

The sound of feet slamming into the ground came from afar, giving Jing Tian no time to breathe a sigh of relief. He suddenly realized that he was enveloped by a huge black shadow.

The enormous figure with outstretched arms rose into the air, its arms stretching out like wings.

As Jing Tian looked up in terror, a gust of wind lashed at him head-on, knocking him down like a stalk of wheat, and then his consciousness once again plunged into darkness.

When Jing Tian opened his eyes again, he found himself back in front of the statue.

"How can we fight this?"

Jing Tian sighed.

After mentally preparing himself, he gritted his teeth, picked up his sword, and walked towards the huge figure again. He had a strong intuition that he might actually be able to escape.

Suddenly, Jing Tian remembered the sword moves he had made when he found the sword, so he picked it up and began to practice.

Strangely enough, Jing Tian, ​​who had never learned any martial arts, discovered that he had a great talent for swordsmanship and mastered it after only a few dozen attempts.

It's always gray here, with no moonrise or sunset, making it impossible to tell how much time has passed.

After mastering the sword technique, Jing Tian set off with confidence.

The enormous figure was already waiting for him in the same spot. Upon seeing Jing Tian, ​​it spread its arms, its body tearing through the air with a "whoosh," and leaped into the sky once more.

However, Jing Tian was no longer the same as before. He quickly retreated and dodged, and then quickly closed in the instant the other party bent down to smash the ground.

With a swift thrust of his longsword, three bloody holes appeared with each "thud."

The massive figure swung its broad body, channeling power from its waist to its shoulders, and then swung its arms, causing the air to explode. Jing Tian was unable to dodge and was hit again. His bones seemed to shatter at that moment. Although his body didn't hurt much, he lost control and lay on the ground, unable to move, as if crippled, until the other party rushed over and kicked him, plunging Jing Tian's consciousness back into darkness.

"Don't be too greedy," Jing Tian quickly concluded. He set off again to confront the enormous figure. The rumbling footsteps pierced the wind, penetrated the shattered ground, and echoed with the heartbeat of Jing Tian, ​​whose consciousness had plunged into darkness countless times, ultimately culminating in a deafening roar.

A sense of tension washed over him; Jing Tian felt the sound gripping his heart, and his attention became more focused than ever before.

As his consciousness plunged into darkness time and time again, Jing Tian made rapid progress.

"Boom!"

The enormous figure collapsed to the ground, and Jing Tian, ​​panting heavily, was drawn to a treasure chest in the distance.

"Could that monster be guarding a treasure?" He walked over and opened the box. With a flash of light, a slender sword was revealed inside.

The scabbard was inscribed with the words "Flying Sword," and there was a letter and a stick of incense next to it.

Jing Tian opened the letter.

"The Celestial Venerable has finally agreed to teach me the supreme swordsmanship. I have nothing of value but incense to offer. When I return after mastering it, I will make those bastards who bullied me pay. And that woman who came to annul the engagement, humph, fortunes change, never underestimate a young man's potential!"

The letter was short, and after reading it, Jing Tian had a strange feeling for some reason.

Doesn't the art style seem a bit off?

But he could also sense the resentment in the letter, because Jing Tian had always vowed to take back Yong'an Pawnshop, and he could put his own emotions into it.

"Offering incense?" Jing Tian picked up the incense stick and thought of the strange three-headed, six-armed deity statue.

He turned back, offered incense before the statue, and kowtowed respectfully.

"My lord, could you please show me how to get out?"

A phantom figure appeared before Jing Tian's eyes.

"Watch closely, I'll only teach you once!"

The opponent brandished the sword, and at first it was fine; the swordsmanship was so exquisite that Jing Tian was dazzled. But as time went on, Jing Tian began to realize that something was wrong.

The sword flew out of his hand and flew around the figure like an obedient puppy.

The illusory figure disappeared, and Jing Tian was still immersed in the shock he had just experienced.

He picked up the sword and began to practice. The more mysterious the sword technique, the faster he seemed to learn it and the clearer his memory became.

When Jing Tian opened his eyes again, the flying sword he had just obtained actually started to fly slowly, and with Jing Tian's control, it flew faster and faster.

Filled with boundless ambition, Jing Tian even had a strange idea: he wanted to encounter more monsters and then properly test his newly learned sword techniques.

He soon got his wish. Some vicious and wicked enemies began to appear ahead. They were more human-like and were holding weapons.

The sword light was like a silver carp leaping through the air, and wherever it passed, enemy heads flew everywhere. Headless corpses were thrown high into the air and then quickly fell down, like dry grass being tossed up by a wooden fork.

However, Jing Tian is not always invincible; his consciousness will occasionally slip into darkness.

But in the process, Jing Tian's sword control skills became more and more proficient.

After defeating another formidable enemy, he opened the treasure chest again and unexpectedly discovered that by opening the door in front of him, he had returned to the "forbidden" location from the beginning.

There is a small sword that looks like a toothpick in the treasure chest.

"This is that antique set."

As expected, it also comes with instructions on how to use it.

Jing Tian tried to control the small sword. The toothpick-shaped sword flew out of his hand, turning into its normal size, and its sharpness and fit were far superior to the flying sword in his hand.

Enemies encountered again were ruthlessly shattered into pieces by flying swords, thick black blood covering the broken ground beneath their feet, filling in the craters, and cooling into rusty black pools of blood that emitted a foul odor.

The swords rang incessantly, and the deadly blades helped Jing Tian advance quickly. The enemies he encountered became increasingly powerful, but Jing Tian also acquired more and more flying swords until he finally collected the complete set of toothpick flying swords, a total of eight.

In the fog, day and night were indistinguishable. Jing Tian's sword went from clumsy to sharp, and the pile of monster corpses at his feet seemed to say that a long time had passed.

……

Tan Wenjie is watching the live broadcast.

All of this is related to the talent he possesses.

[Demon Lord Lv4: Enslaves demons and the undead, absorbs souls to strengthen his power, current conversion rate 10%; You have unlocked "Demon Lord (Skin)"; You can create a surface world and an inner world, possessing absolute control over the inner world.]

Jing Tian, ​​who was thrown into what could be described as a desperate world, grew at an extremely fast pace.

"As expected of Fei Peng, the strongest general in this version."

Even though Tan Wenjie doesn't like this version of Jing Tian, ​​it doesn't stop him from acknowledging the actor's talent.

In this environment, Jing Tian learned more and more spells, swordsmanship, and other skills, and his strength increased rapidly.

Jing Tian wreaked havoc in all directions, the wind he stirred up was like a sharpened knife, and the swirling pebbles and sand turned into short arrows that flew wildly through the air.

Finally, after Jing Tian defeated yet another powerful enemy, there was a door ahead, and a bright light.

"Boss, wake up!"

"Snapped!"

"Ouch!" Jing Tian covered his face and opened his eyes, looking at the fat figure at the head of his bed. "Mao Mao, what are you doing? I became a peerless master in my dream, killing all those demons and monsters until they were routed! You owe me!"

"Huh? What can I use to compensate you?" Mao Mao scratched his head. "How about I compensate you with my chicken butt?"

"Forget it, you can keep the chicken butt for yourself." Jing Tian turned to look at the sword box, feeling regret that it was all just a dream.

"Let's go!" He quickly jumped out of bed and got dressed. "Otherwise, I'll get my wages docked again."

"Oh."

There wasn't much work to do during the day, so Jing Tian happened to be assigned to run errands.

In front of the gambling den.

Three men stopped a girl, their faces lewd.

Jing Tiantian realized, "How cliché."

He remembered everything clearly in the dream he had last night, and the thing he saw most often in the dream was letters, which contained the stories of different people.

I don't know how many stories I've seen, such as "being harassed on the street," "fiancée breaking off the engagement," and "the Dragon King returning to his throne."

"Kid, you want to be a hero and save the damsel in distress?" One of them turned and glared at Jing Tian.

Jing Tian quickly shook his head: "I didn't."

Even if he really did have it, he would say no now that he's surrounded by three people. A wise man doesn't fight a losing battle.

"Good, that's tough enough!" Another person rubbed their hands together, eager to try.

As the three attacked, Jing Tian reacted instinctively, dodging the punches by sidestepping and thrusting out his right arm with lightning speed.

"Ouch!" X3
"I..." Jing Tian stared in astonishment at his sword-like fingers, then at the three people lying on the ground screaming in pain. "I...I really know martial arts? Was everything in my dream real?!"

"Kid, you dare mess with the Thunderbolt Gang! You wait, we're leaving!"

Watching the three figures leave, Jing Tian complained again.

"It's still the same old story, and according to the plot... Oh no, I'm in trouble."

He realized what was happening and quickly ran towards Yong'an Pawnshop. The dream was real, and the sword in the sword box might be real too.

At the same time, the Demon-Sealing Tower of Mount Shu also welcomed visitors from another world who did not belong to this world.

Tan Wenjie: "They're all in the Demon-Sealing Tower, so why not take the Demon-Suppressing Sword?"

He turned his head to look at the horizon.

I didn't expect there to be competitors.

The familiar red-haired man's appearance. (End of Chapter)