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

"A sword is a sword, a song is a song, what is a sword song?"

Lei Mengsha said, shaking his head, not reacting for a while, still wondering.

Luo Xuan stared at the stage and explained: "That's because it was originally a collaboration between two people."

"The elegant Confucian immortal chants songs, and the handsome sword immortal holds a sword."

"One sword and one song, standing alone on the top of the city, facing the nine thousand wind-breaking army."

Lei Mengsha finally remembered and shouted in surprise.

"Western Chu Sword Song!"

"But his grandfather, how could Baili Dongjun know this sword technique?"

No one knows this question, but many people want to know.

Some people's eyes flickered, and strange colors appeared frequently, obviously thinking about something in their hearts.

"Father, is this really the Western Chu Sword Song?" Wei Changfeng asked in a low voice.

Wei Tinglu was already obsessed, staring blankly at the sword dance, as if he saw an old friend, a peerless swordsman.

"I actually saw the shadow of that man, the appearance of that man when he was young..."

Bai Li Dongjun's sword danced faster and faster, and his steps were also extremely fast, sometimes in the air, sometimes on the ground, and the sky was full of Bai Li Dongjun's figure.

He was completely immersed in it.

"Hahaha... It's so refreshing, so refreshing..."

"But there is still wine, give me wine!!"

Bai Li Dongjun danced with the sword gracefully, and his voice was long and comfortable.

Seeing this, Jun Lintian grabbed the half jar of wine that Bai Li Dongjun had drunk and threw it over.

Bai Li Dongjun took the jar of wine, raised his head and took a big sip, and laughed heartily.

"So this is the fun of playing with the sword, this is swordsmanship, it's so refreshing!"

Bai Li Dongjun laughed, drinking and playing with the sword.

Jun Lintian's eyes were smiling, it was really good swordsmanship, I wonder what it would be like with the Smiling Proud Wanderer.

Song Yanhui on the stage also retracted his sword, staring at the exhilarating sword dance in a trance.

"Yanhui!"

Old Master Cheng Yu said in a low voice, frowning slightly.

His swordsmanship is peerless, but he is not a peerless swordsman.

Song Yanhui could obviously defeat the opponent and take down the sword of the Immortal Palace.

"Old Master, it is not easy for Wushuang City to produce such a disciple."

Wen Hujiu tapped the table lightly with his fingers and spoke faintly.

Old Master Cheng Yu immediately glanced coldly and responded with the same cold voice.

"Zhenxi Hou is so brave, I wonder if he can still protect this only seedling."

Wen Hujiu turned his head, and the bone-chilling coldness emanated from his body, causing the temperature around him to drop a few degrees.

"You want to die!"

The old marquis could not control it, but if anyone dared to make plans for this nephew, his poison would not recognize anyone.

"Hmph~ Do you think Wushuang City is afraid of your Wen family?"

Old Master Cheng Yu sat leisurely, snorted coldly, and continued to look at the stage, not caring about the momentum of Wen Hujiu.

On the stage, Baili Dongjun finally put away his sword, panting a little, and put his sword on the ground, his eyes almost completely closed.

"This sword is finally used up, it's really tiring!"

Song Yanhui heard the murmur, his eyelids twitched, but he still bowed and gave way.

"Young master's swordsmanship is peerless, and he should be matched with this sword of the Immortal Palace."

"You, don't want it?"

Baili Dongjun raised his head, forced his eyes open, and said in confusion.

Song Yanhui shook his head, "What I have gained today is more valuable to me than this sword."

"I have been using this Shuiyue Sword since I was a child, and I am already familiar with it. Soon I will be able to try the state of unity between man and sword. If it were not for the master's order, I might not come to this sword test meeting."

"Besides, this time we are competing in swordsmanship, not killing skills."

Song Yanhui explained slowly and walked off the stage without looking back.

The figure of Mr. Cheng Yu flashed and came to Song Yanhui, but he suddenly fell silent for a moment and patted the other's shoulder.

"I don't know whether your attitude towards the sword is good or bad."

The old man sighed, but he couldn't bear to blame Song Yanhui after all.

Song Yanhui raised his head and smiled brightly.

"My people can be called unparalleled, why do I need a sword to add icing on the cake."

Wei Changfeng came to Baili Dongjun with some emotion and handed Bu Ranchen to him.

"Xi Chu Jian Ge is worthy of Bu Ran Chen, this sword is worth it."

"Take it, it's all yours from now on."

Wei Tinglu sighed beside him.

"If you give him the sword, you will offend Wushuang City."

"But you have made friends with Zhenxi Marquis Mansion and the old Wen family, so this deal is also worth it!"

Wei Changfeng raised his eyebrows and smiled, his eyes deep.

Wei Tinglu shook his head and said helplessly: "I hope so... Fortunately, I got a sword formation from that young man, so this ancestral foundation is also guaranteed."

He has withdrawn from the position of the owner of the manor, and some things should be left to his son to deal with.

Bai Li Dongjun held Bu Ran Chen with a smile on his face, which shows his love for this sword."Good sword~good sword..."

After murmuring twice, Baili Dongjun finally couldn't bear it anymore. He closed his eyes and fell backwards.

But fortunately,

someone supported him in time from behind.

"I never thought that such a good sword would be taken by you."

Wen Hujiu shook his head and laughed, then looked at Wei Changfeng.

"Master Wei, we will take our leave first."

Wen Hujiu carried Baili Dongjun on his back, and his figure flashed to Jun Lintian and Sikong Changfeng.

"Boy, let's say goodbye here, and see each other again in the future."

"Senior Wen, see you in the rivers and lakes."

Jun Lintian stood up, with two swords on his waist, and a sword aura.

Suddenly, Jun Lintian raised his eyebrows and said again.

"By the way, tell the prince not to bully the young shopkeeper all the time, otherwise, I will attack the Marquis of Zhenxi Mansion."

"And me!"

Sikong Changfeng suddenly spoke, with a smile on his face, and swung the spear in his hand.

Wenhujiu was stunned, and suddenly laughed, looked at the two seriously, and replied.

"Okay."

Wenhujiu walked out and came to the side of the four young masters.

"Young masters, do you still want this sword?"

Young Master Qingge took the Qingge sword handed over by Wenhujiu and smiled softly.

"You can give up this Bu Ranchen..."

"But I really want this sword that Mr. Wen is carrying."

Young Master Mochen replied, his voice was calm, his face was calm, and his figure was as straight as a sword.

"I'm afraid many people want it!"

In the sedan, the voice of Young Master Liuyue came out slowly.

"But we are young masters, we can't just ask for other people's things."

Lei Mengsha said so, with a strong smile on his face.

Wen Hujiu naturally understood what they meant, his face was solemn, and his heart was a little anxious.

"Goodbye."

Wen Hujiu jumped over the four young masters, jumped up, and rushed straight out of the courtyard and down the mountain.

At the same time,

At least a dozen swordsmen stood up, with strong strength and flashing eyes.

They wanted to chase after them.

But in a flash, two figures had blocked them in front.

"Stop!"

Jun Lintian shouted, with surging sword light flashing in his eyes, and he blocked everyone in front of him, with one hand on a sword.

Beside him, a figure in white clothes stood tall like a spear.

And he did hold a silver spear in his hand.

"I am Sikong Changfeng, a humble man!"

"Although I am a nobody, I would like to ask you to finish the banquet before leaving, otherwise the good wine will be wasted."