Young white horse drunk in spring breeze

Chapter 35
The girl who got the sword was stunned for a moment, then rolled her eyes, turned her head and left.The man in Taoist robe shrugged his shoulders, smiled slightly, and retreated with the little sword boy.

Then the sound of the zither suddenly started again, this time the sound of the zither was a bit more exciting and magnificent than the melodious and melodious one before. When I closed my eyes listening to the sound of the zither, it seemed as if I could only see the vastness of the sea and the waves.Luthier Luo Yanxuan plucked between the strings, swiped his right hand lightly, and a long sword swept out from under the qin. A handsome man in white jumped up from the stage, took the long sword and started sword dancing.

"Hide the sword under the qin, that's good." Baili Dongjun praised.

Luo Yanxuan played the zither while raising his sword. In one song, ten Canghai swords had been swept out. A total of ten white-clothed men took over the long swords and danced together on the stage. Insert it under the stage, and then leap out.

There are ten Canghai swords, with their respective sword names written on the hilts.

The eyes of everyone in the audience became hot.

"Have you taken a fancy to it?" asked the warm pot of wine.

Baili Dongjun hiccupped: "I still don't know whether the sword is good or bad. I only know that above the sea, there is the sky, and above the sky, there is Xiantai. I want the best."

The warm pot of wine sighed: "You still want to reach the sky in one step?"

The young swordsmith next to him suddenly said, "It's better to get the sword yourself."

The warm pot of wine glanced at him: "I took the sword and gave it to him again, isn't that against the rules?"

"In the past, I did this a few times, but it was not very obvious. But Mr. Wen, you are not a swordsman. If you go to get a sword of the second grade, it will be too ostentatious. Swordsmen in the world will feel unjust Yes." The swordsmith laughed.

"Oh, but if my nephew goes up, he will definitely be blown up." The warm pot of wine pretended to glance to the side casually.

Wushuang City was born with a sword embryo, and Baili Dongjun might not be able to stand a sword.

And that Taoist robed man... is a stinky Taoist priest on Qingcheng Mountain. The immeasurable swordsmanship of Qingcheng Mountain is not easy to deal with.

And the young sect master of Tianjianmen... the half-step sword successors of Tianshan sect are all very powerful, let alone the eldest disciple of the shadow sword sect.None of these people could be defeated by Baili Dongjun.But the Yuntian sword has never had more than three handles. If the warm pot of wine goes up to fight instead, of course unless Wushuang City swarms up, otherwise everyone will be poisoned to death. But if Baili Dongjun goes up to fight himself, the warm pot of wine can barely do something. Randomly took a handle of the sea.

"Xiao Baili." The warm pot of wine shouted.

With a "plop", Baili Dongjun seemed drunk and fell asleep lying on the table.

The warm pot of wine froze for a moment, then turned his head with a smile, and said to the young swordsmith, "Xiao Mister, do you have any other swords at home?"

"Under the fourth rank, of course, the villa also sells some ordinary good swords, which can be taken away for a few taels of silver." The swordsmith said with a smile.

"Okay, give me ten handles." The warm pot of wine pointed to Baili Dongjun who had fallen asleep, "Let this kid carry it on his back!"

The young swordsmith smiled: "Mr. Wen, don't worry, I think this young master might be able to get a good sword."

While the two were talking, the stage was already turned upside down.But compared to the competition for high mountain swords, it is not so fierce. After all, at this level, who can get these swords, the threshold of strength is really high, and swordsmen are not stupid. An empty-handed white wolf, without the real strength to hold back, who would dare to run to Cang Haijian's stage?
Soon, the winner was decided on the stage.The ten swordsmen pulled out the Canghai swords under their feet, and walked to the stage with smiles.

The sound of the zither that had been subdued just now sounded again, this time it was no longer so passionate and heroic, but it seemed more heroic and vast. The sea is only ten thousand miles away, but this space is boundless.

Suddenly there was an angry shout.

I saw an old man sweeping out from behind the stage holding a long sword, flying straight into the air, and then swung the sword in his hand, smashing the whole body with the sword into the stage.

Everyone was shocked: "This is the old man Tianjian!"

The old man Tianjian, once the most powerful elder of Tianjianmen, however, once came to the famous sword villa, he never left again. Sword casting has generated a strong interest, and this stay lasted for six years.He did not show up at the last sword trial meeting, but this time, he came with a Yuntian Grade sword.

"This sword is called Caiyun. Above the sky, it breaks through the clouds with one sword. Is there anyone who would like to have it?" asked the old man Tianjian.

"I got it." A young man in purple stepped onto the stage, with a delicate jade pendant around his waist and a beautiful long sword in his hand. , embroidered with a small flying sword.

This is the imprint that only the Chen family of Tianjianmen can have.

"Uncle." Chen Feiduo, the young master of Tianjianmen, clasped his fists.

"Today I am not the old man Tianjian, nor are you the young master of the Tianjian sect. I am a swordsmith, and you are a sword seeker. If you want a sword, please take it." The old man Tianjian took a step back.

Fade Chen nodded and took a step forward.

"This gentleman is right. There are only swordsmen in the sword test meeting, and there are no sects. I also come to ask for a sword." A middle-aged swordsman jumped onto the stage and drew his sword. "Please."

After half a stick of incense, Fade Chen snatched his sword away, and the middle-aged swordsman cupped his fists: "I am convinced." Then he turned and walked off the stage.

Although the young sect master of Tianjianmen looks young, he seems to have extraordinary talent in swordsmanship, and he is also very obsessed with getting this cloud-cutting sword. He was victorious, but he was already drenched and out of breath.

"You are still young after all, even if you are successful in swordsmanship, your internal energy still cannot keep up." Warming Pot of Wine glanced at the young swordsmith beside him, "This sword should be given to him."

It seemed that there were still people in the audience who wanted to take the stage, but the old man Tianjian suddenly flicked his long sleeves, and the long sword flew from the ground and landed in Chen Feiduo's hands.

"The sword has been given to you, and I hope you will cherish it in the future." The old man Tianjian said in a deep voice.

Fade Chen took the sword and bowed slightly: "Uncle, my father told me..."

"Give this sword to you, and my relationship with Tianjianmen will be cut off. I will forge swords in the famous sword villa for the rest of my life. I would like to ask for a sword from Xiantai. You can go." The old man Tianjian said.

Chen Feiduo hesitated for a moment, nodded, and walked on.

After the two left the stage, the hearts of the swordsmen in the audience were all raised.

The first sword of the Yuntai Three Swords has been taken away. After all, Chen Feiduo is young and has a deep relationship with the old man Tianjian, so many people refrained from going on stage.But the second sword must be won, because the third sword must be obtained by Wushuang City, and they only have one chance left.

The Taoist robed youth who comforted the boy just now yawned, and said softly, "It's time to play."

(End of this chapter)