Young White Horse: The Drunken Swordsman shocked Little Dongjun at the beginning

Ten thousand swords roared!

Whistling in the air.

Countless Jianghu knights stopped and looked surprised.

"I seem to hear countless swords crying."

"No!"

"They are cheering and yearning for the Jianghu outside."

Several young knights shouted excitedly, their thin figures carrying a long sword.

Knights with different experiences heard different sounds.

But they all understood that the one who could cause the roar of ten thousand swords must be a peerless genius.

Baili Dongjun and Sikong Changfeng squinted their eyes and listened to the waves of sword roars, as if a magnificent Jianghu painting slowly unfolded in front of them.

Wen Hujiu smiled and listened for a moment, "I really miss the time when I just debuted!"

The young man was young and reckless, and plunged into this long Jianghu road.

The Wen family is the Wen family, I am me, why can't I have my own rules?

That was what Wen Hujiu said to the old patriarch of the Wen family.

At that time, Wen Hujiu could not even tolerate the sword immortal in his eyes.

But now it is no longer possible, he has to gradually take over the burden of the family.

The memories in his eyes faded, and Wen Hujiu's face gradually became serious. He flicked his sleeves and looked at everyone and said in a low voice.

"Wen Hujiu of the Wen family greets you all!"

Everyone's expression was stern, and they all shot their eyes over, not understanding what the other party meant by speaking at this time.

"The one on this mountain is a junior of my Wen family. I am rash and disturbed you all. I hope you will forgive me, but please do not act rashly..."

Wen Hujiu's tone was very light, and his speed was very slow. There was a strong smile on his face, but the warning and threat were also overflowing.

Especially when everyone thought that Wen Hujiu's poison technique was already unfathomable, they suddenly felt that the smile on his face was very creepy.

It seemed that he was deliberately confusing people's attention.

Many people felt a chill in their hearts, but their eyes flashed and they continued to look at the top of the Sword Mountain.

There, a young man was walking to the top of the mountain step by step.

The younger generation of the Wen family?

When did he have such a talent for sword cultivation!

Jun Lintian came to the top of the mountain, closed his eyes, and slowly sat down.

Clang~

Clang clang clang~~

Swords flew up and began to circle around Jun Lintian and his head.

They merged into a sword tide, emitting waves of whistling sounds like the tide, and even the energy of the surrounding heaven and earth was changed.

"Sikong Changfeng, you guard below, I will go up to watch this kid, don't let anyone interrupt his comprehension."

Wen Hujiu spoke in a low voice, and Sikong Changfeng nodded solemnly.

Wen Hujiu's figure leaped, like an eagle flying across the sky, and in the blink of an eye he came to the vicinity of the mountain top, with a powerful aura, bursting with eyes with dim light, scanning the surroundings.

The mighty power made people feel cold and their bodies almost froze.

Sikong Changfeng flashed and also guarded a direction, looking at everyone with a faint look in his eyes.

Although there were many people with higher realms than him, Sikong Changfeng stood there with his gun in his hand without any fear.

Although many of these people were highly respected, it was difficult for anyone to tell clearly what was going on in the martial arts world.

It was inevitable that some people would be jealous, or secretly use means to destroy Jun Lintian's opportunity to pave the way for their own juniors.

Mingjian Villa obviously knew this.

After learning about Wenhujiu's actions, there were several rapid sounds of breaking wind.

Several figures wearing the Mingjian Villa logo appeared, first smiling and saluting everyone.

Then, they also guarded around Jianshan with a serious expression.

If the juniors that Wenhujiu valued had an accident in their territory, Mingjian Villa would not be able to excuse themselves.

Swords roared like a tide.

Countless energies from heaven and earth poured down, which was very spectacular.

At the same time,

Ten thousand swords trembled lightly, and wisps of various sword qi overflowed from these swords and entered into Jun Lintian's body.

Some swords suddenly emitted three or four misty sword qi, and some swords trembled for a while before emitting a wisp of sword qi.

As a wisp of sword qi overflowed, the sword body seemed to become dim, as if something important was missing.

The most common one was a rusty iron sword, which suddenly emitted more than a dozen wisps of sword qi, and the sword qi carried a bright light, which was very charming.

A person from Mingjian Villa was slightly moved, and recognized that the sword seemed to be left by a famous middle-aged swordsman decades ago.

The man came with great ambitions, wanting to borrow their old sword fairy to prove his swordsmanship, but unfortunately he lost a move.

Even the old sword fairy praised the man's swordsmanship skills.

"This young man has been recognized by so many swords, could it be that he is born with a sword body?"

This is not good!

Because the owner of the manor specially notified Wushuang City to come, the sword is probably left for the people of Wushuang City.

Frowning and thinking for a while, the man shook his head and dispersed his thoughts.This kind of thing should be left to the owner and the elders to worry about.

Time passed slowly.

Baili Dongjun was drinking wine out of boredom, but when he shook the wine bag in his hand, he found that the wine was empty.

"It's almost over!"

Although Baili Dongjun didn't understand, he saw that the noise was getting smaller and smaller, and thought it was about to end.

A moment later.

Jun Lintian stood up suddenly, and a small sword shadow flashed in his eyes, and his eyes were full of sharpness, as if he could pierce the sky.

His aura was like a rainbow, and every move was full of domineering.

"Good boy, with the sword energy to forge bones and the earth vein energy to condense the five internal organs, I'm afraid you will achieve the strongest Vajra physique in history."

Wenhujiu's eyes lit up and looked up and down at Jun Lintian.

Even Mr. Li might not have such luck.

Judging from the realm alone, Jun Lintian has also made great progress, from the small Vajra mortal realm to the great Vajra mortal realm.

But Jun Lintian's biggest gain should be his understanding of the sword.

Jun Lintian had a sense of vicissitudes, as if he was an old swordsman who had been immersed in the sword for many years.

Jun Lintian restrained his own breath, took a casual look, and was immediately shocked.

The swords were crooked at this moment, scattered on the sword mountain.

Some swords were very old, and after such an incident, they were broken into pieces.

Even those swords that were still well preserved were completely dead and turned into scrap metal.

The feeling given to people was different from before.

At least, in Jun Lintian's perception, the previous swords had souls, but now they have become dead objects.

Jun Lintian immediately shrank his head and felt a little uneasy.

Take another look.

Several people from Mingjian Villa were "blocking" him, with serious faces.

"Oops~"

"These people are probably here to call for punishment. It's all because of my damn talent. It's too eye-catching."

Jun Lintian's dark eyes turned, and he immediately rushed to Wen Hujiu beside him, hugged his thighs and cried.

"Senior Wen, I'm innocent!"

"It was these swords that lured me up. The sword energy hurt me so much..."

"Ouch~~~"

Jun Lintian immediately pretended to scream in pain, saying that his hands hurt, his feet hurt, and his whole body hurt.

Wen Hujiu's old face turned black, and he looked away expressionlessly, trying to pull the shameful boy away with one hand.

But Jun Lintian's current physique is stronger than many people in the Free Land Realm. He hugged tightly with both hands and refused to let go.

"It's over, it's over. Even Senior Wen can't handle this trouble..."

Jun Lintian misunderstood, and his thoughts raced like a hundred thousand ants crawling on a hot pot.