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

The appearance of the white-haired man

attracted a lot of attention. Of course, the first thing they paid attention to was the sword in the other party's hand.

It was a very beautiful sword.

It seemed to be carved from a whole piece of jade. The light flowed on the sword, colorful and eye-catching at a glance.

Not to mention its sharpness, but it was extremely beautiful.

Many people saw this sword and their eyes were distracted for a moment.

"What a beautiful sword." Wei Tinglu praised, "Young man, you already have such a good sword, and you still want to take [Changge]. It's a bit too greedy."

The white-haired man raised his eyebrows and smiled, "My young lady is good at playing the long zither. Your zither sword is just right. I want to take it as a gift for my young lady."

The heir of the Shadow Sect first took a look at the beautiful sword and bowed his head and asked.

"I am Song Chen of the Shadow Sect. I haven't asked your name yet?"

"White-haired Immortal!"

The white-haired man spoke proudly, with an upright figure.

Song Chen was slightly stunned. This name is quite impressive, and it is named after "Xian".

"Come on, I'm in a hurry."

The white-haired fairy raised the beautiful sword in his hand and urged.

Song Chen's face darkened, and he immediately thrust out with a sword and rushed out.

But halfway through the rush, his figure shook, and three "Song Chens" immediately appeared, holding swords in their hands, attacking from different directions.

The white-haired fairy was not panicked at all, and even had the mind to comment.

"Awesome, he is indeed quite powerful."

As soon as the words fell,

the white-haired fairy turned the beautiful sword in his hand and blocked Song Chen's throat-blocking sword. Then he bent his elbow and swung the long sword back to block the sharp sword attacking from behind.

Facing the sword falling from the sky, the white-haired fairy raised his head slightly, with a smile on his face. His hand had returned to the front of him without knowing when, and he raised it to the sky and swung the long sword horizontally.

Ding~

A crisp sound.

The opponent's sword was blocked, and he could only turn around and attack again.

After resolving Song Chen's attacks one by one, the White-haired Immortal looked solemn and stabbed straight with a sword.

Song Chen's sword was fast, while the White-haired Immortal's sword was slow.

Not only slow, but also elegant and beautiful.

Looking at the White-haired Immortal on the stage, Jun Lintian drank and muttered: "He is really haunting and elusive... Compared with these people, the Dark River is a fart secret..."

Tianwaitian has been active in Beili for so many years, stirring up trouble, but few people in Beili from top to bottom have noticed it.

The entire court is really a failure!

Jun Lintian sighed and continued to look at the stage.

"Fall~"

The White-haired Immortal shouted in a deep voice.

The two swords collided with each other, and there was a "bang~" sound.

Clang~

Song Chen's sword was knocked down, the position of the tiger's mouth trembled, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"You lost."

The white-haired fairy's sword was against Song Chen's throat, and the cold touch made Song Chen feel cold.

"A sword is a sword, and light work is light work. Relying on light work to play swordsmanship is not the right way."

The white-haired fairy raised the corner of his mouth and taught.

Then he put the sword back into the sheath.

"You are obviously an evil way, but you say that others are not the right way."

A young man in purple sighed in the crowd.

But there was a smile on his face. The lady should like this gift.

The white-haired fairy looked at Wei Tinglu, "Can I take the sword?"

"If no one challenges, this sword is of course yours."

Wei Tinglu narrowed his eyes and smiled, stretched out his hand and let him do it.

The white-haired fairy looked back at the audience, looking down on the crowd, and his voice was flat.

"I'm going to get my sword. If you want to go on stage, don't waste time."

There was silence in the audience.

They were no match for Song Chen, let alone this mysterious swordsman who suddenly appeared.

Seeing no one answering, the white-haired fairy left with the sword in his arms and jumped off the high platform.

The young man in purple came over, and the two were about to go back, but suddenly they stopped and their eyes fell on the table where the wine was being warmed.

"It's them!"

The white-haired fairy whispered, staring at Jun Lintian, eager to try.

The young man in purple frowned slightly, stretched out his hand to hold down the white-haired fairy who wanted to draw his sword, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"The lady is still waiting at the foot of the mountain, don't make trouble."

The white-haired fairy calmed down.

But Jun Lintian also saw them, smiled and raised the wine glass in his hand, and said with a faint smile.

"It's fate, do you want to sit down and have a drink together?"

The familiar tone was as if the two were old friends who had not seen each other for a long time.

Wang Yihang was watching with a smile, but he was wondering in his heart what the origins of the white-haired man and the purple-clothed young man were.

He looked at Jun Lintian, and then moved his eyes to the warm pot of wine.

Just as Wang Yihang was thinking,

The White-haired Immortal and the Purple-clothed Marquis did not pay much attention to Jun Lintian's words, and walked away.

"How rude~"

The warm pot of wine suddenlyHe suddenly spoke. That day outside the Gu Mansion, although he was secretly paying attention, he was also curious about the origins and whereabouts of these mysterious masters.

"Don't drink wine... Don't you want to see the sword that is better than yours?"

The White-haired Immortal was indeed stunned, "A better sword than mine?"

His eyes condensed, and then a bright light burst out.

At this time, Wei Tinglu, who was still on the high platform, spoke again, with an arrogant look and a tone full of pride.

"Today, the owner of the manor has something to announce, please be a witness to the heroes present."

"I, Wei Tinglu, will retire to the Sword Forging Pavilion from today and only be a swordsmith, and the position of the owner of Mingjian Mountain Manor will be inherited by my son, Wei Changfeng."

As soon as this news came out, there was a lot of discussion off the field.

Some people who reacted quickly showed a touch of astonishment on their faces, and a strong light suddenly emerged in their eyes.

Is there a sword of the Immortal Palace coming out?

Wen Yan was thinking about something while drinking the wine in the pot. He smiled and looked at the young sword servant next to him, "Is it your turn?"

The young sword servant smiled and asked, "Sir, is there enough wine here?"

"Hahaha... Enough, enough!"

The young sword servant nodded, jumped up, and came to the high platform across a distance of several feet.

Many people suddenly realized that the young manor owner was actually hiding in the crowd disguised as a sword servant.

Wei Tinglu smiled.

"This is my son Wei Changfeng!"

"Back then, Wei inherited the position of the owner of Mingjian Villa with three Yuntian swords, and no one dared to say a word."

"And today, he is only nineteen years old, but he can already serve as the owner of the manor and take on the responsibility of Mingjian Villa."

"Because he forged a fairy palace-grade sword!"

Wei Tinglu shouted loudly, excited.

Boom!

The crowd exploded immediately, and the voices of people couldn't help but increase a lot.

Although it was noisy, no one cared about these details.

"Where is the sword of the Fairy Palace?"

Someone asked loudly.

Wei Changfeng suddenly stepped forward, smiling, and shouted loudly.

"The sword of the Fairy Palace has come from the sky!"

The whistle suddenly rose.

The long wind whistled, and a rapid sound of breaking through the air quickly came from far to near.

A sword came from a distance, as if it had come from the sky, and it was so fast that it fell into the manor like a meteor.

When it passed through a lotus pond, the lotus flowers bloomed everywhere, exuding a rich lotus fragrance that was refreshing.

Everyone was shocked, and their eyes flashed.

If it weren't for the sword of the Fairy Palace, how could there be such a miracle?

Many people trembled all over, and tears of excitement flowed down their cheeks.

In my lifetime, I have seen the sword of the Fairy Palace, and I have no regrets in my life!