Young white horse drunk in spring breeze

Chapter 36 Flying Immortals Outside the Sky
As soon as the young man in Taoist robe finished speaking, a red dress swept out from behind the stage and landed firmly on the ground. She was holding a fiery red sword in her hand. Heat patterns could even be seen on the blade. The woman in clothes inserted the sword into the stage, and everyone in the audience could feel a lot of warmth.

Such a sword should only be seen in legends.

According to legend, the Kunlun Sword Immortal held two swords, one was extremely cold in the world, named Iron Horse Glacier, and the other was extremely warm in the world, named Jiujiu Xuanyang. He was better than Wei Changshu, the owner of the famous Sword Villa, but he also broke one The sword is in the famous sword villa.Jiujiu Xuanyang sword broke the head of the sword, and after Wei Changshu left, he inserted the broken sword in the sword casting furnace of Mingjian Villa.

Could it be that Mingjian Villa repaired it?

"I was originally a visitor from the Immortal Palace, but I fell into the Nine Heavens Lingyun, wasting it." The Taoist robed youth sighed.

"The second sword of Yunpin, Vulcan sword, please come and get it." The woman in red flicked her robe and took three steps back.

"I come!"

"I come!"

"I come!"

The sword once belonged to the Kunlun Sword Immortal, that is the sword that many people in the world are fascinated by!For a moment, no less than three people couldn't hold back anymore and jumped up.

"Stop coming." A lazy voice sounded, but the voice was still in the audience.

The sword has been unsheathed.

Still a wooden sword.

The three people under the stage had just entered the stage, and before they could draw their swords, they felt a chill behind them, turned their heads, and pulled out their swords suddenly, but the wooden sword slashed across their wrists, and the long sword instantly landing.

The Taoist robed youth walked slowly to the stage step by step, stretched out his hand and put the mahogany sword in his sleeve, stretched his waist, and looked at the three people on the stage with a smile: "Acceptance?"

Baili Dongjun happened to wake up faintly. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help being taken aback: "What kind of sword technique is this? The sword can fly by itself?"

"This is the Taoist swordsmanship. It is not only swordsmanship, but also contains Taoism. But at this person's age, this kind of swordsmanship is probably the leader among the disciples of Qingcheng Mountain." Warm Pot of Wine took a sip of wine, "It's just Taoism It’s the first time for someone to come to the Sword Trial Conference.”

"Qingcheng Mountain Headmaster Lu Suzhen's chief disciple, Wang and his party, come to get the sword." The Taoist robed youth put his hand on the hilt of the Vulcan Sword.

"Lu Suzhen?" Everyone in the audience was shocked.That is the leader of Taoism today, except for the national teacher of Qin Tianjian who can rival him, there is no one in the Taoist sect who can surpass Lu Suzhen in prestige and ability.His chief disciple?Isn't that the next Taoist leader?

"Tianshan Pai Luocheng, come to learn the immeasurable swordsmanship of Qingcheng Mountain." A burly man with a rather simple appearance didn't seem to be afraid of the title of the so-called leader of the Taoist sect, and walked to the stage holding a sword.

"More than half a step?" Wang and his party raised their eyebrows.

Luo Cheng nodded: "Please."

Then the sword king and his party drew their swords, and suddenly pulled a sword flower, and then that sword flower suddenly bloomed, from one to ten, and then to a hundred, peanut flowers, flowers bloom again, truly nice.

Luo Cheng took half a step forward, then half a step back, the sword was unsheathed, and then sheathed again.

Both of them retracted their swords at the same time. Whether it was Luo Cheng with a simple and honest face, or Wang and his party with a lazy face, they all looked respectful at the moment, bowed slightly towards the opposite side, and then Luo Cheng walked down.

"Finished?" Baili Dongjun asked.

"It's over." The warm pot of wine smiled, "With Luocheng's swordsmanship, it's no problem to fight this stinky Taoist priest on stage, but there will be countless challengers, Luocheng doesn't want to deliberately consume the stinky Taoist priest's physical strength, If you lose with one sword, you will know the result, and you will retreat. The successor of the Tianshan School is half a step away, not bad."

After Luocheng stepped down, many people followed up to challenge, but they were all beaten by the mahogany sword. Wang and his party finally woke up with a snot in their noses: "That... Any challenges?"

"Sit down!" Baili Dongjun suddenly heard a low shout from the next table, and saw the old man Chengyu from Wushuang City with a serious expression, and forcibly pushed down the young man beside him.

The young man looked dissatisfied and seemed to be angry.

"It's probably because I met such a good opponent, but I can't give it a try. I feel very regretful." Warm Pot Jiu said with a smile, "Wu Shuang City, it's just that he is too mature and a little less vigorous. This young man is not bad. .”

Wang and his party raised their eyebrows, and deliberately looked in the direction of Wushuang City: "Is there anyone else?"

No one responded.

Wang Xingxing pulled out his sword with a smile: "Little brother is about to have a birthday, take it back as a gift." He jumped into the audience.The little boy who greeted him was quite dissatisfied: "Why does the little uncle have such a good gift? I don't?"

"Bringing you down the mountain to play is the best gift. If you don't believe me, go back and ask my little uncle, which one he wants more." Wang and his party scratched his head, led him, and did not return to their table , but sat down at the sixth table, "There are too many people at our table, and my little nephew really can't eat enough. I wonder if Brother Wen would like to share a glass of wine?"

"You smelly Taoist priest is interesting. If you don't have enough food, please feel free. As for sharing a glass of wine, you have to ask my alcoholic nephew." The warm pot of wine laughed.

Baili Dongjun waved his hands drunkenly: "Didn't this little master say that you can get anything you want? Come to the three altars again, just sit down and drink."

Wang Xingxing said with a smile: "This young master is also here to get the sword?"

The warm pot of wine waved his hand: "Fuck you, I'm here to drink."

"Nonsense, I want the best." Baili Dongjun fell asleep on the table while talking.

The warm pot of wine asked the young swordsmith: "Why haven't you seen your sword yet? Could it be that you are the swordsmith of the last Yunpin sword?"

"Sir, just look at it. Maybe I'm really just a little sword attendant?" The young swordsmith shrugged.

During the conversation, Luo Yanyun stroked the piano faster and faster, and the sound of the piano became more and more urgent. It seemed that thousands of troops were rushing towards them. sweat.

At this time, a middle-aged man in elegant robes jumped up and waved his hand.

The sound of the piano stopped!

Luo Yanxuan pushed Changqin, and Changqin was pushed to the side of the middle-aged man. The man reached out and took out a sword from under the piano.

It turned out to be a piano sword!
The middle-aged man put the sword back under the qin, plucked the strings casually, and said in a bold voice, "Can a hero take it?"

Only then did everyone turn their eyes from the sword to the man, and they were all shocked!
"Wei Ting Road, owner of Famous Sword Villa!"

"There will be his sword this year!"

"He has created six Yunpin swords!"

No wonder the hospitable Master of the Famous Sword Villa never showed up today, so it turned out that he was the one who forged the last sword today!

(End of this chapter)