His box is a sword box, once full of famous swords he used.
Sword one, a sword opens the dust and walks the dragon and snake;
Sword two, the two are born at the same time and the linden tree;
Kenzo, firm but gentle, weighs three catties;
Sword four, floating four clouds;
Sword five, Melissa Zhou sent Guanyin to the West;
Sword six, Jiazi six lock reincarnation;
Sword seven, seven swords pick all the stars in the sky;
Sword eight, the last song of the Eight Immortals kneeling on the ground;
Sword nine, rotten horse rice wine six dry miles.
But then I went to Wudi City and failed to compete with Wang Xianzhi, which is the best in the world, leaving only a handful of Huang Lu;
Wang Xianzhi died in the second challenge, and all the swords in the sword box were in Wudi City.
Sword nine yellow six thousand li.
Five swords, nine strokes, six thousand miles.
Cast a sword in inaction, and make it move in mediocrity.
Put a sword in the box and a purple box in the iron.
Take the long way and take Wan Li Road.