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

Jun Lintian's eyes turned darkly, and he immediately had a bad idea.

He stood up proudly, one hand behind his back, and the other hand stretched out towards the villa.

The feeling in his heart was immediately released.

Whoosh~ Whoosh~

Two sounds of breaking through the air approached rapidly.

When they fell into Jun Lintian's hands, he looked carefully and saw that they were two broken swords.

"Zhulong, Huofeng?!"

The expressions of several people in Mingjian Villa changed and they shouted.

Wenhujiu's expression also changed.

"I have come back from this catastrophe, and you younger generations are still not..."

Jun Lintian spoke in an old-fashioned manner, looking at everyone with a slanted eye, and his temperament was not like that of a teenager.

Pa~

Wenhujiu slapped Jun Lintian on the head without any courtesy and cursed angrily.

"The old sword immortal didn't really become an immortal. People know exactly where his ashes are buried. Why are you still playing tricks on him?"

Jun Lintian smiled bitterly, and his temperament became that of an ordinary boy again.

"I see they look ferocious, aren't you worried that they won't let us go?"

Hearing Jun Lintian, the "evil guy" who complained first, the people from Mingjian Villa didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Wen Hujiu also snorted unhappily.

"You don't have confidence in me. I've been on the top list after all."

But Wen Hujiu still took a half step forward and blocked Jun Lintian behind him.

"Okay, give the sword back to him. Fortunately, the old sword immortal was broad-minded and generous when he was alive. Considering that you are a junior, he will definitely not bother with you."

Wen Hujiu's next words were for the people from Mingjian Villa.

A person who seemed to be the leader stepped forward and was about to speak.

A figure came from a distance.

"Master!"

Several people saw the appearance of the person coming and saluted quickly.

Wei Tinglu waved his hand and looked over with a smile.

"Your talent in swordsmanship is really amazing. It can cause such a big commotion."

Jun Lintian was not very happy.

He still understood the principle of "a tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind."

After a few sneers, Jun Lintian asked for confirmation.

"Master Wei, are you sure you didn't ask them to come and ask for punishment?"

Jun Lintian felt a little guilty and glanced at the swords that were randomly inserted nearby.

Wei Tinglu glanced at Jianshan a few times. As a Yuntian-grade swordsmith, his sensitivity to swords was naturally stronger than that of ordinary people.

Wei Tinglu's eyes flashed with strange colors, but he was not angry. He stroked his long beard in a friendly manner and smiled.

"This Jianshan has existed for so many years, and no one has been able to obtain the good fortune here. As soon as you come here, it can cause a stir, which shows that you have a connection with me. My Mingjian Villa is not so stingy."

"Listen, the owner of Wei Villa is so generous, look at your cowardice."

Wen Hujiu spoke to ease the atmosphere, and at the same time gave Jun Lintian a look, asking him to quickly return the relics left by the old sword fairy.

Jun Lintian smiled bitterly and stretched out his hand.

"Senior Wen, this really can't be blamed on me!"

As he said, Jun Lintian shook the sword in his hand, but the two broken swords seemed to be stuck to Jun Lintian's hand.

He couldn't shake it off.

This made Wen Hujiu and the people in Mingjian Villa look stunned, and they looked at him in surprise.

Wei Tinglu's expression froze, and he stepped forward and stretched out his hand.

But just when Wei Tinglu's hand was about to touch the sword, the two swords suddenly trembled slightly, as if asking Wei Tinglu to go away.

Wei Tinglu was stunned, with surprise in his eyes, squinting his eyes to sense.

Several people from Mingjian Villa looked at each other, quietly waiting for the owner to speak.

Wenhujiu frowned slightly, looked between Jun Lintian and Wei Tinglu, and was secretly on guard.

After all, the relics of the old sword immortal are of great significance to Mingjian Villa.

Wei Tinglu suddenly smiled and looked at Jun Lintian meaningfully.

"Since this sword is destined to be with you, I will give it to you together."

The people from Mingjian Villa were stunned, and Wenhujiu was also stunned.

Only Jun Lintian smiled on his face, cursing in his heart.

"Fuck destiny, it's just that they saw my talent and hoped that I could help them repair the sword body. It's really shameless, and I can't get rid of it."

It takes a lot of effort to repair the two broken swords that are qualified to be listed in the top ten famous swords.

Jun Lintian smiled bitterly and thanked him, and put the sword away.

Thinking of offending the old sword immortal, Jun Lintian pondered for a moment and spoke.

"Master Wei, I offended you just now. It was unintentional, but I feel sorry for the old sword immortal."

"I have learned a little from the arrangement of ten thousand swords. I would like to give it to Mingjian Villa to protect the mountain."

After saying that,

Jun Lintian pointed his sword and the sword energy flew out, condensing into a series of small sword energy in front of several people.

These small sword energy swords were distributed in special directions, and several of the positions of the array eyes were slightly brighter.Jun Lintian pointed in the air and explained softly.

"This sword formation needs to rely on the special terrain of Jianshan. The more powerful the treasure at the center of the formation, the more swords it contains, and the stronger the power of the sword formation will be."

"Although I have only deduced a prototype of this formation now, with the ability of Mingjian Villa, it can be easily improved."

In fact, this sword formation only needs to be arranged according to the actual terrain of Jianshan, and the rest is just patching.

Looking at the light spots in the sky, they gradually connected, and began to become sword-like, with cold light flying.

Wei Tinglu was more and more shocked.

"My friend, this sword formation is a bit precious!"

Wei Tinglu spoke faintly, his eyes bright.

This is the ancestral foundation that can be passed down. As more and more swords are on Jianshan, the power of the sword formation will continue to increase.

This is too important for Mingjian Villa.

Jun Lintian wanted to say "If you don't want it, I'll take it back", but his face was full of grief.

"Senior, if you don't want it, it means you are unwilling to forgive my offense. I am really afraid."

"This... okay!"

Wei Tinglu stroked his long beard, and he also looked embarrassed.

Jun Lintian waved his hand to disperse the light dot array and breathed a sigh of relief.

Wei Tinglu looked at Jun Lintian with a smile, his face was kind, and he was relieved.

"My friend, the sword test conference is about to begin. The owner of the manor is looking forward to your performance."

Wei Tinglu spoke enthusiastically, exchanged a few words with Wenhujiu, and then hurriedly left to arrange the affairs of the conference.

Back on the mountain road, one big and three small figures walked leisurely up.

"You are willing to give it up~"

Wenhujiu laughed jokingly.

Jun Lintian put his hands behind his back, with a master's demeanor, and said proudly.

"I will become a sword immortal sooner or later. What's a mere sword formation?"

"Arrogant~" Wenhujiu laughed and scolded, but he already agreed with it in his heart.

Baili Dongjun clapped his hands and cheered when he heard it.

"Good, good, good!"

"You will be the sword immortal, Changfeng will be the unprecedented spear immortal, and I will be the wine immortal."

Baili Dongjun said excitedly. Sikong Changfeng next to him had a calm expression, but he swung the spear in his hand, as if making a joyful spear chant.

When they entered the villa, they saw that the huge place was already filled with wine tables for guests.

Countless swordsmen in the rivers and lakes held wine glasses, clinked glasses, and talked to each other.

A young sword servant came forward to greet them and led a few people to the upper seats.

When they arrived at the place, Jun Lintian and the other three showed a teasing smile.

The other five tables were full of guests, full.

Only one table was empty, with a wooden sign on it that read: Wen Family, Wenhujiu.

Wenhujiu's face darkened, "Am I scary?"

The young sword servant smiled, "Mr. Wen is not scary, but Mr. Wen's poison is scary."

"But don't worry, no matter how many people there are, each table will be treated with the same standard."

Wenhujiu nodded depressedly and glared at the three little ghosts who were laughing secretly.

"Okay, then I'll drink more, and bring four jars of your sword wine first."

Wenhujiu waved his hand.