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

The battle for the Canghai Sword came to an end.

Some people were happy and some were worried.

But there was no doubt that everyone straightened their bodies and cheered up for the upcoming Yuntian Sword.

Even if they were unable to seize it, they could see a truly powerful swordsman in action.

Some powerful people frowned and looked around, especially those who stayed in the Wushuang City for a long time.

Yuntian Swords have always been rare.

When there were many, only five appeared at a time.

At this moment,

an octogenarian holding a sword rushed out from the back, and smashed into the stage with the sword and the man.

Boom!

The whole platform trembled, and the smoke dissipated, revealing an old man laughing.

The old man was full of energy and his strength was even more impressive.

"It's the old man Tianjian!"

Everyone was shocked, and their expressions flashed with strangeness.

The story of this old man Tianjian was also quite legendary.

He was originally the most powerful elder of Tianjian Sect, but in his later years, he developed a great interest in sword forging.

Since then, he has never left Mingjian Villa.

Unexpectedly, in just six years, the old man Tianjian actually appeared here with a Yuntian-grade sword.

The old man Tianjian raised his long sword lightly, his eyes were bright, and he shouted loudly.

"This sword is called [Caiyun]. Even if it is nine-day clouds, gathering and dispersing, it can still be broken with one sword under this sword."

"Who wants to get it?"

The old man Tianjian looked around, with a smile on his face, which showed that he was very satisfied with his work.

As soon as the voice fell.

Someone in the audience responded loudly.

"I got it!"

A young man with an exquisite jade pendant on his waist stepped onto the high platform with a steady step, holding a beautiful long sword in his hand.

But what is more eye-catching is that a small flying sword is embroidered on his eyebrows with a special technique.

This is the mark that only the Chen family of Tianjian Sect can have.

"Uncle~"

Chen Feiduo, the young master of Tianjian Sect, bowed respectfully.

"Today, we will not talk about sects, reminisce about the past, and even less about identity."

But the old man Tianjian shook his head gently and spoke loudly.

His voice was flat, as if he didn't care about the past, cold and ruthless.

"Today, I only have one identity. I am a swordsmith, and you are the ones who ask for swords."

"If you want a sword, come and get it!"

Chen Feiduo nodded with a smile and took a step forward.

Immediately, another voice sounded from below.

"What the senior said makes sense! The sword test conference is a grand gathering of swordsmen in the world. There are only swordsmen here, no sects. I am also here to ask for a sword."

As he said that, a middle-aged swordsman walked out of the crowd, jumped onto the high platform, and drew his sword to signal.

"Young friend Chen, please!"

The sword light flashed on the stage, and sword flowers bloomed in the hands of the two people, gorgeous and full of danger.

After a while,

Chen Feiduo smiled and put away his sword and clasped his fists.

"Thank you!"

The middle-aged swordsman returned the gift and smiled bitterly and walked off the stage.

This young master is not very old, at most one or two years older than Baili Dongjun.

But his swordsmanship is already amazing, and he is obsessed with getting the [Caiyun] sword.

In the time of an incense stick,

he has fought three people in a row and won all of them.

But he also began to pant and consume a lot of energy.

"If anyone else wants to go on stage to take the sword, Chen will accompany them all."

Chen Feiduo straightened his back, his eyes were like torches, emitting brilliant light, and the sword in his hand shook lightly, giving off a high fighting spirit.

The people below the stage shook their heads slightly.

Some older swordsmen are unwilling to bully the young, and will not take advantage of the opportunity.

"You are still young. Although your swordsmanship is good, your internal strength is too weak to fight for a long time and cannot keep up with the consumption of the battle."

Wen Hujiu commented with a smile and whispered to himself.

"But it's time to give this sword."

Someone in the audience had a flashing look in his eyes and gritted his teeth, wanting to continue on stage.

But the old man Tianjian suddenly shook his sleeves, and the long sword in his hand flew out, drawing a beautiful arc in the air and fell into Chen Feiduo's hands.

"The sword has been given to you. I hope you will cherish it in the future and make achievements in the way of swordsmanship."

The old man Tianjian spoke in a deep voice, which was a little advice to this junior.

"Uncle, my father asked me..."

Chen Feiduo bowed slightly, but before he finished speaking, the old man Tianjian shook his head and interrupted.

"I give you this sword, and my fate with Tianjian Sect is over. I will stay in Mingjian Villa for the rest of my life, but I hope to get a sword from the Immortal Palace."

"Go~~"

The old man Tianjian sighed in his heart, and only after breaking off the worldly ties with the rivers and lakes, can he concentrate on forging swords, and the art of sword-making will be perfected.

Chen Feiduo hesitated for a moment, knowing the other party's temper, he nodded and walked off the stage.

The old man Tianjian also left silently.

Seeing this, the hearts of all the swordsmen under the stage were also lifted.

One of the three Yuntian swords has been lost.

Wushuang City will definitely take action.Then, there is only one Yuntian Sword left.

Thinking of this, there was a slight commotion in the crowd.

The young man in Taoist robes who had just comforted the Taoist boy yawned in the crowd and murmured faintly.

"It's time to go on stage~"

Not long after the voice fell.

A figure dressed in red, like fire, swept out from the back and landed steadily on the stage.

The woman was dressed in red, but her expression was cold. She held a fiery red sword in her hand, emitting waves of heat-like aura, and heat patterns could be seen on the sword.

Many people were startled and felt a warmth from the sword from afar. Their eyes were slightly bright, and they obviously recognized the origin of this sword.

According to legend, the Kunlun Sword Immortal holds two swords.

One is the coldest in the world, named Iron Horse Ice River.

One is the warmest in the world, named Nine Nine Mysterious Yang.

Although Kunlun Sword Immortal defeated the old sword immortal Wei Changshu, he also broke a sword.

Jiujiu Xuanyang had a broken sword head. I wonder if it has been repaired or recast?

"Yuntian's second sword is called [Fire God Sword], which is made from [Jiujiu Xuanyang]. Please take the sword."

The woman in red flicked her robe, her beautiful face was beautiful and charming.

"I'll do it!"

"I——"

"And me!"

As soon as the woman in red finished speaking, several people spoke up one after another.

This was once the sword of Kunlun Sword Immortal. How many swordsmen in the Jianghu were not tempted?

Several figures jumped up, but before they turned around, a lazy but affirmative voice sounded from the audience.

"Don't come."

The voice was still in the audience, but the sword had been unsheathed.

And it was actually a wooden sword.

Those people were startled by the sound, turned around in a hurry, and pulled out the sword in their hands.

But as soon as the sword was unsheathed, a wooden sword brushed past the wrist holding the sword.

The wrists of several people shook, and they felt a chill, and the long swords in their hands immediately fell to the ground.

Several people looked at it in surprise, and then the young man in Taoist robes slowly walked out and stepped onto the stage step by step.

The young man in Taoist robes reached out to take back his peach wood sword and said with a smile.

"Thank you, everyone!"

"I want this sword."

Several people frowned. This loss was too unclear. Before they could stand firmly, a sword came from behind.

But the opponent's swordsmanship was peculiar, and he could knock down the swords of several of them at the same time.

Obviously, even if they fought one-on-one, they would not be opponents.

Several people sighed, jumped off the stage, and hid in the crowd, ashamed to see people.

After all, it was a bit shameful to be defeated before a sword was drawn.

The young man in Taoist robes took a few steps, put his hand on the hilt of the Vulcan Sword, raised his head and said loudly.

"Under the seat of Wangcheng Mountain's headmaster Lü Suzhen, the chief disciple Wang Yihang has come to take the sword."