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

"Lv Suzhen?"

Everyone in the audience was shocked and there was a moment of uproar.

This is the current leader of the Taoist sect. Whether in terms of strength or prestige, few people in the Taoist sect can match him.

"Lv Suzhen's chief disciple is likely to be the next generation of the Taoist leader. No wonder he has such strength."

"This Taoist sword-controlling technique is perfect. I'm afraid Wangchengshan's Wuliang sword technique is also easy to use."

"This Yuntian Second Sword, I'm afraid others have no chance."

Just when everyone thought that no one would challenge,

A man with a kind face and a burly figure came out and said loudly.

"Luo Cheng of the Tianshan Sect, come to ask for advice!"

"Half a step?" Wang Yihang raised his eyebrows, showing a strong interest on his face.

Luo Cheng nodded and smiled slightly.

"Please~"

Then the two stood apart, several meters apart.

Wang Yihang held the sword seriously and thrust forward. A sword flower suddenly appeared and evolved rapidly.

One became ten, ten became a hundred...

In the blink of an eye, a gorgeous sword flower appeared in the air, whirling and sweeping towards the opposite side.

Luo Cheng slowly gathered his strength, suddenly took a half step forward, and then suddenly took a half step back.

The scabbard on his waist trembled slightly.

The long sword was unsheathed and returned to the scabbard in a moment.

It was as if the sword had not been drawn at all.

But the two of them looked solemn at this moment, saluted each other respectfully, and then Luo Cheng walked straight down.

"Fight... Fight is over..."

Baili Dongjun, who had drunk half a jar of sword wine, had already fallen on the table, looking at the table with confused eyes, muttering.

Wenhu wine smiled and nodded.

"Luo Cheng was defeated with one sword, and he already knew the result. He didn't want to waste time to continue fighting, and he didn't want to consume the stinky Taoist's physical strength and true energy..."

"This is the advantage of having a big force."

"If he was like those few wanderers who came on stage at the beginning, Luo Cheng wouldn't be so polite."

Wen Hujiu smiled and talked about the cruelty of the martial arts world.

Wang Yihang dared to draw his sword off the stage, but he gave Luo Cheng enough respect.

Because although the Tianshan Sect is not as good as Wangchengshan, it is also a famous big force in the martial arts world.

"Boring~"

Bai Li Dongjun muttered, "plop" on the table, his lips moved, and I don't know what he was thinking in his heart.

Hearing Bai Li Dongjun's somewhat childish tone, Wen Hujiu smiled and shook his head.

"The real martial arts world is more cruel and ruthless than this. There are not so many stories of loyalty and brotherhood."

Wen Hujiu glanced at the stage, and most of the people who came on stage to challenge were unknown swordsmen.

But this is also the purpose of all the swordsmen in the world gathering at Mingjian Villa.

To hone their sword skills and take the opportunity to become famous.

On weekdays, if you want to see the disciples of these big sects take action, you may lose your life.

Wenhujiu continued to drink slowly, looking at the stage from time to time.

Now, the only ones still drinking at the table were Wenhujiu and Jun Lintian.

"You are a hidden talent!"

Seeing Jun Lintian still drinking slowly, one cup after another, with no change in his expression, Wenhujiu showed a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"No, no... Compared with Senior Wen, I still have to work harder."

Jun Lintian quickly became humble and flattered him.

"Slippery tongue~" Wenhujiu laughed and scolded, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

Jun Lintian glanced at Sikong Changfeng next to him with pride, and Sikong Changfeng rolled his eyes and exhaled a long breath of turbid air.

Then, Sikong Changfeng poured himself another glass of wine and slowly poured it into his body.

As the sharp sword wine entered his stomach, the sword energy in his body moved slightly, as if he opened his mouth and sucked the essence of the wine, making the sword energy stronger.

However, Sikong Changfeng was weak and it would take some time to digest a glass of sword wine.

At this time, Wang Yihang had already stepped down with his sword.

He led the little Taoist boy and did not return to his own table, but came to the warm pot of wine.

"Brother Wen, there are too many people over there, and my little nephew is really hungry. Can I come here to drink a glass of wine?"

"You are an interesting Taoist priest. If you are not full, you can eat as you like, but you have to ask these little drunkards for a glass of wine."

Wenhujiu pointed at Jun Lintian and the other two and smiled.

"Everyone is a guest, no matter who they are! Anyway, there is plenty of wine."

Jun Lintian smiled and nodded to the other party.

Wang Yihang smiled and sat down. He looked at Jun Lintian a few more times, then looked at Baili Dongjun lying on the ground, wondering who was the young man who caused the movement on the sword mountain.

"Are you guys here to get the swords? Why didn't you go on stage just now?"

Wang Yihang asked with a smile.

Jun Lintian shook his head and smiled, and started talking nonsense.

"I'm not interested in swords, butCome and join in the fun."

"Nonsense~" Baili Dongjun suddenly muttered while sleeping.

"I...we want the best one, we won't go now...we won't go..."

Wang Yihang was stunned and found it interesting.

Wenhujiu laughed and scolded: "This little bastard is drunk and talking nonsense, please forgive me. "

While chatting.

On the stage, Luo Yanlu played the zither faster and faster, with a rapid and passionate sound, as if thousands of troops were rushing at the same time.

Some of the weaker people in the audience were sweating profusely after listening to the song, as if they had experienced a fierce battle.

A middle-aged man in an elegant robe suddenly appeared, jumped onto the high platform, and waved his hand.

The sound of the zither stopped.

Luo Yanlu stretched out his slender jade hand and pushed the long zither, and the long zither came to the man.

The middle-aged man reached out from under the zither and pulled out a plain and elegant long sword, waving it in the air.

The sword energy was like a tide, and the whistling sound echoed.

Many people in the audience had their eyes moved.

Not only because of this sword, but also because of the person on the stage.

The owner of Mingjian Villa - Wei Tinglu!

"No wonder he didn't come out to entertain guests. It turns out that this third sword of Yuntian was forged by him personally. "

Wen Hujiu said with a look of realization, and his eyes moved.

Including this sword, Wei Tinglu has already forged six Yuntian swords, but he doesn't know when he can produce a fairy palace.

Wei Tinglu put the sword back under the zither and spoke in a heroic voice.

"This sword is called [Changge], which is Wei's last Yuntian sword... If the sword of the fairy palace is not released, it will also be the last sword Wei forged."

Wei Tinglu looked at the heroes with a heroic look and finished slowly.

"I hope this sword will accompany you to ride the rivers and lakes, and Changge will accompany you."

"Is there any hero who can take it? "

But after a moment, the crowd did not respond immediately, but looked towards Wushuang City.

Many people speculated that Wushuang City came prepared for Wei Tinglu's last Yuntian Sword.

But the elder Cheng Yu calmly drank a sip of hot tea and asked in a light tone.

"Do you want this sword?"

The tall and thin young man looked at the stage and frowned slightly: "The sword is a good sword, but..."

The young man shook his head halfway through his words, and the meaning was very clear.

Seeing this, Elder Cheng Yu sighed, "What a pity~"

So, no one in Wushuang City stood up and went on stage.

For a long time.

A swordsman rushed onto the high platform and stood quietly.

Wei Tinglu asked with a calm smile.

"Is there anyone else who wants to go on stage to take the sword? "

Most people shook their heads helplessly. They thought that the last sword must belong to Wushuang City, so many powerful people in front had been used up.

Who would have thought that he still didn't come on stage.

Among the remaining people, there were only a few who could fight with the descendants of Yingzong above.

"They really don't want it?" Seeing that no one came up, the descendants of Yingzong hesitated and looked in the direction of Wushuang City.

Wei Tinglu smiled beside him, his smile was mysterious.

"They want something else!"

The descendants of Yingzong's heart moved, and astonishment appeared in their eyes. They couldn't help but smile bitterly and grabbed the sword under the piano, wanting to step down.

"Wait a minute!"

At this time, a voice suddenly sounded, as if it came from a very far place.

Everyone was curious and looked up.

A man in white clothes and white hair swooped down from a high place with extremely fast body movements.

"I also want this sword, do you have any objections?"

The white-haired man slowly drew out the sword in his hand and spoke with a smile.