The fairy is fierce

All sects in the world have sword pavilions.

The sword pavilion is also called the Zhenjian Pavilion. It is not only for storing swords, but also for storing all unowned weapons.

Weapons are weapons, and their existence is for killing. The weapons of practitioners are made of natural materials and treasures, and contain the essence of the sun and the moon. They contain the power of heaven and earth. The higher the grade, the greater the power. If there is no owner to control it, it is easy to hurt others by mistake.

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The centralized storage in the sword pavilion can not only ensure safety, but also allow the weapons to compete with each other and temper the weapons themselves, which can be regarded as a way of "raising swords".

For example, Yunshui Sword Pond has a special "Sword Washing Pool", in which millions of broken swords are sunk, and the sword energy goes straight to the sky. As long as ordinary swords can withstand it, they can be turned into a magical weapon with good killing power after being washed in the pool once.

The three great families in Qingyun City are famous for their sword forging, and the swords they forged are all placed together; the quality of the swords stored in the Sword Pavilion is certainly not as good as the Sword Pavilion of the Nine Sects, but there are more than 10,000 swords stored in it, and the number is not to be underestimated.

The Sword Pavilion is built in the middle of the Zhang Family Manor on the east side of Qingyun City. It is a seven-story tower. On each eaves, there is a auspicious beast squatting.

The manor is very large, with a martial arts field built in the middle, right in front of the Sword Pavilion. There are also corridors and pavilions around for people to watch. Nearly a thousand people have gathered inside, watching the martial arts competition between the children of the three major families.

In the ancestral hall behind the Sword Pavilion, the portrait of the Lord of Qingdu is hung on the wall, and the tablets of the successive heads of the family are placed on the side of the hall.

Zhang Yinfeng, the then head of the Zhang family, held incense sticks and bowed to the portrait on the wall; his second brother Zhang Cheng stood behind him, whispering:

"Brother, last night, someone sneaked into the manor and killed three nephews who were patrolling. It seemed that they wanted to go to the courtyard where you sleep. I rushed over and injured the man, but I couldn't see his appearance clearly. I only knew his sword skills, which were a bit like the sword skills of Zhao Ping in the Southern Wilderness."

"Zhao Ping?"

When Zhang Yinfeng heard this name, his eyes moved slightly, he stood up and gently stroked the hilt of the sword at his waist.

The long sword at his waist was three feet and six inches long. At the end of the hilt, there was a red gem embedded, named 'Red Leaf', a mid-grade spiritual weapon.

Zhang Yinfeng remembered the origin of this sword.

Twenty years ago, he was still the young master of the Zhang family. He walked in Shuanlong Port and met a casual swordsman.

Both of them were swordsmen, and they were of the same mind. When they heard that there was a wild cultivator in the Southern Wilderness causing chaos, they went together to kill him.

During the war, the swordsman drew out the sword, but was also injured.

Afterwards, Zhang Yinfeng returned with the sword.

He also built a tomb for the swordsman, and the surrounding cultivators and people paid tribute to him.

The swordsman's name was "Southern Wilderness Zhao Ping".

Zhang Yinfeng loosened the hilt of the sword and said calmly:

"Strictly patrol, and once found, kill him on the spot."

Zhang Cheng took the sword, and without asking the reason, he turned around and walked out of the ancestral hall...——

Outside the gate of Zhangjiazhuang, there is a prosperous long street, which can be regarded as a small fairy market.

The famous cultivators around Qingyun City were all welcomed by the three major families and entered the manor through the main gate. The unknown cultivators who came here for fame naturally did not have such treatment, and lined up outside the side door.

Zuo Lingquan sat in a restaurant on the street, accompanying Tang Jingxun for lunch. The little bird Tuanzi stood on the table, his beak never closed, staring at Zuo Lingquan's chopsticks eagerly.

Cheng Jiujiang had long stopped eating grains, so he had no interest in sitting down to eat. He stood at the window and looked out, introducing:

"The Zhang family is highly respected in Qingyun City. The head of the family, Zhang Yinfeng, had been slaying demons and monsters in the surrounding areas in previous years. He was loyal and righteous, and would properly bury the deceased Taoist friends who fought side by side with him, and worship them every year. Whether in cultivation or in other things, he was a swordsman respected by everyone..."

Zuo Lingquan fed Tuanzi with chopsticks. Hearing these stories, he was about to say a few words, but out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a familiar shadow on the bustling street. ஜ۩۞۩ஜ ஜ۩۞۩ஜ

The last time Zuo Lingquan met Zhao Wuxie, his destination was Qingyun City. When he arrived here, he naturally wanted to "see you again in the rivers and lakes" and kept paying attention to the surroundings. However, he turned his eyes to a medicine hall in the distance of the street. There were several martial artists with swords outside the door, but none of them matched Zhao Wuxie.

Tang Jingyan was sitting next to Zuo Lingquan. Seeing Zuo Lingquan turned his head to look at him, he approached and asked:

"Xiao Zuo, what's wrong?"

"Nothing."

Zuo Lingquan stared at the medicine hall, still thinking about Zhao Wuxie, and the chopsticks in his hand moved to Tang Jingyan's mouth following the sound.

Tuanzi: "Ji??"

Tang Jingxun saw the chopsticks coming over and was about to open his mouth to catch them, but he reacted immediately and quickly retreated a little, his face flushed:

"What are you doing?"

Zuo Lingquan realized something was wrong when he made a move, and quickly took back the chopsticks. He turned around and saw Tang Jingxun's face flushed, his chest puffed, and he was staring at him strangely.

"I was distracted and didn't pay attention."

Tang Jingxun was almost fed by the man, and her face was a little red. After thinking about it, she didn't say much and sat a little further away without making a sound.

The three major families in Qingyun City competed for the quota of "Sword Child", and the competition had begun.

Zuo Lingquan also inquired when he came here, and found that the standards outside were different from those of the Great Dan Dynasty. Only those under the age of 30 and above Qi Refining Level 12 were eligible to participate in the Nine Sects Alliance. Of course, there was no restriction on men and women.

This requirement, except Zuo Lingquan, is not met by anyone else in the entire Great Dan Dynasty; although Qingyun City is outside the mountain, it is impossible for there to be so many people. The three major families together only have five people, all of whom are close to 30 years old, and most of them have been built up since childhood by relying on natural materials and treasures.

The fights between the cultivators are all in a flash, and it took less than half an hour for five people to compete for one quota.

Zuo Lingquan accompanied Tang Jingyan to finish the meal, and the chickens inside also finished fighting each other. He left the restaurant and entered the manor with Cheng Jiujiang to participate in the highlight of today, the sword gift.

By the way, the unreputable casual cultivators who enter the manor have to pay a white jade coin as the ticket price.

Zuo Lingquan was not rich to begin with, and he brought two people with him. He couldn't let Cheng Jiujiang, who was his younger brother, pay for the ticket. To be honest, it was a bit painful, but since he was here, he finally paid the ticket money with pain.

As the flow of people turned left and right in the manor, they soon arrived outside the Seven-story Sword Pavilion.

Zuo Lingquan picked a good spot in the corridor, stood behind Tang Jingyan, and looked at the martial arts field outside Jiange. Cheng Jiujiang stood with his hands behind his back, introducing the people present:

"The one sitting right below the sword pavilion is Zhang Yinfeng, and the one standing behind him should be the second son of the Zhang family; the two seats on the left and right are people from the Lin family and the Wang family. Jian Chu'er was snatched away by the Zhang family, and it doesn't look good..."

When Cheng Jiujiang was watching, there was also a white-haired elder in the middle of the martial arts field, speaking loudly:

"It is an honor to have fellow Taoists from all over the world come to support my Qingyun City today. As the saying goes, it is impolite not to reciprocate. My Qingyun City cannot let all fellow Taoists make a wasted trip. The three family heads specially opened the sword pavilion and gave all fellow Taoists a sword. As for who to give it to, the old rules, fellow Taoists want to know..."

"Know the rules, let's get started directly."

"As expected of the Ten Mile Sword Maniac, he is really generous. Then Zhang will not say much. The venue will be given up. Those who want to go on stage will go down on their own."

As soon as the words fell, the area around the martial arts field became noisy.

The Ten-Li Sword Madman who spoke up, who was at the third level of the Spirit Valley, just stood up from his seat. He was determined to win today, so he stood up directly.

The casual cultivators in the surrounding corridors saw this scene and sighed. Only two cultivators stood up between the seats of the guests. After ignoring each other, they began to push each other:

"Fellow Daoist Chen, please go first!"

"Brother Song, please go first..."

Sword grabbing is not a contest. There is no rule that you can't fight in a round-robin battle. Only by beating everyone to the point of not daring to go on stage can you win the championship, and then you will have a great advantage when you go on stage later. Seeing this, the cultivators naturally booed, but before the two people in the seats could argue out the result, there was a noise in the corridor:

"Is there really someone going up? Haven't you heard of the reputation of the Ten-Li Sword Madman?"

"Looking at his figure, he seems to be young, why is his face covered?"

"He has really handsome eyes..."

The two people who pushed each other stopped their actions when they heard the voice, and turned to look, but saw a man in a black robe walking to the center of the martial arts field on the other side of the martial arts field.

The man was tall, with well-proportioned muscles. He had a sword on his back, two scimitars in his hands, a bamboo hat on his head, and a black scarf covering his face, revealing only a pair of sharp sword eyebrows and dark eyes. There were no other special ornaments.

Hu Yi, the sword maniac of ten miles, saw this appearance and his face became a little serious. There are only two reasons for practicing Taoism and running to public places but hiding their faces: one is that their identity is not clean, and the other is that they don’t want to reveal their identity. If these two types of people are not sure, they will not come out; if they come out, it means that they are determined to win.

Hu Yi loosened his arms, facing the black-clothed man who came over, raised his hands and clasped his fists:

"Linnan County Hu Yi, who are you?"

The black-clothed man holding two scimitars in reverse walked to the center of the martial arts field, raised his bamboo hat slightly, and spoke in a clear voice:

"Nanhuang Sword has no intention, please teach me."