Young white horse drunk in spring breeze

Chapter 37
Walking a few steps forward on Wei Ting Road, he said loudly: "This is Wei's last Yunpin sword in this life. If there is no Immortal Palace sword in this world, then... this is Wei's last sword."

"Sword name, long song!"

Everyone looked at Wushuang City.

This time, Wushuang City really came prepared, and what they wanted was the last Yunpin sword from Wei Tinglu, the owner of Mingjian Villa.

But Elder Chengyu of Wushuang City just took a sip of hot tea and said slowly, "Do you want this sword?"

The young disciple frowned slightly: "It is indeed a good sword."

"It's a pity." Elder Cheng Yu sighed softly.

No one in Wushuang City got up.

They also seem to have no interest in this long singing sword.

Finally, after waiting for a short while, a swordsman came onto the stage.

"Heir of the Shadow Sect." Warm Pot Wine laughed, "I thought that the arrogance of Wushuang City would definitely be No. 1, but I didn't expect their plan to fail, so they had to fight on their own first."

"Is there anyone else who wants to take the sword?" Wei Tinglu asked with a smile.

Many people have given up on this last sword, so that they have exhausted all their strength to fight on the stage. Now there are very few people who can still fight against the shadow sect's heirs in the audience. Most people shake their heads repeatedly, and only a few I went up to the stage again for that long song sword, but was knocked down within a few swords.

"It seems that this Long Song Sword belongs to you." Wei Tinglu said with a smile.

The successor of Shadow Sect looked in the direction of Wushuang City: "They really don't plan to take it?"

"They want something else." Wei Tinglu said with a smile.

"Wait!" A voice suddenly came from outside the sky.

Everyone looked up, and saw a young man with white clothes and white hair coming from the sky, landed firmly on the stage, and waved a long sword in his hand: "I'll get the sword."

And the sword in his hand seemed to be carved out of a whole piece of jade, with flowing light on it, not to mention the sharpness, but the beauty is extremely beautiful.

"It's a beautiful sword." Wei Tinglu praised, "This young hero has such a good sword, but he wants to grab the Changge Sword, it's too greedy."

"I want to give it to my lady as a gift. My lady is good at playing the long qin, isn't it a good match for your long song piano and sword?" The white-haired man raised his eyebrows.

"Song Chen of the Shadow Sect, please give me your name." The successor of the Shadow Sect glanced at the other party's beautiful sword and asked with bowed head.

"White-haired fairy." The white-haired man said proudly.

Song Chen was taken aback: "White-haired Immortal, may I ask which faction you are from?"

"My name is Baifaxian, so I naturally come from beyond the sky." Baifaxian raised the beautiful sword in his hand, "Shall we fight?"

"Hurry up, don't make Miss wait too long!" A man in purple clothes appeared in the audience at some point, and shouted impatiently at the white-haired fairy on the stage.

The warm pot of wine looked at the drunk Baili Dongjun beside him, and said with a smile, "It's really a lingering ghost, and I met an old friend again."

The Taoist Wang and his party from Qingcheng Mountain murmured, "The sky beyond the sky, the white-haired fairy, has some meaning."

Baifaxian stretched his waist, and then made a move with his long sword, heading straight for Song Chen.Song Chen's footsteps rushed quickly. Their Shadow Sect's swordsmanship, the sword is the second, and the first is the pace.If Yingzong's steps are practiced to the extreme, then one person can transform into three people, and one sword can also transform into three swords, and Song Chen has obviously obtained the true inheritance, and under the rush, three figures flickered around the white-haired fairy.

"Excellent." The white-haired fairy exclaimed, turned the beautiful sword in his hand, blocked Song Chen's sword to seal his throat, turned again, blocked the sword behind him, turned again, and blocked the sword that fell from the sky .

Song Chen's sword was very fast, and his pace was so fast that no one in the audience could see it clearly.

But the sword that Bai discovered was very slow, very elegant, and very...beautiful.

As beautiful as his sword.

"Get up." The white-haired fairy jumped up, and his robe fluttered.

Wang Xingxing sighed: "It's over."

"Fall." The white-haired fairy's long sword fell to the ground.

With a sound of "ding", the two long swords collided, and Song Chen's sword fell to the ground. The white-haired fairy fell to the ground immediately, and strangled Song Chen's throat with one hand: "A sword is a sword, and light work is light work. Play swordsmanship with light work." , is not the right way.”

The man in purple under the stage sighed: "I am evil, but I say that others are not righteous."

"Young hero, please let go." Wei Tinglu said slowly.

"I won't let go? If I can't dodge the sword just now, I will die." The corner of Baifaxian's mouth slightly raised.

"I said, let go." Wei Tinglu flicked his long sleeves and glared at Baifaxian.

He came to the stage without a sword, but Baifaxian could clearly feel the strong sword energy.

"So this is the master." Baifaxian let go of Song Chen and became very interested.

"White hair, come back." A woman's voice came from afar, the voice was gentle and mellow, it was really pleasant to hear, and it was a simple order, but it was a bit gentle and moving.

Baifaxian put away the sword immediately, and asked Wei Tinglu with a smile, "Can I take the sword?"

"The girl who spoke with the sword?" Wei Tinglu asked.

"Yes." Baifaxian replied.

"Then, please." Wei Tinglu took a step back.

"You know my girl?" The white-haired fairy asked in bewilderment.

The corner of Wei Tinglu's mouth twitched: "I also know Tianwaitian."

"White hair, stop talking!" the man in purple shouted.

"Interesting." The white-haired fairy picked up the piano sword and jumped off the stage.

Many people in the audience were outraged that Wei Tinglu's last Yunpin sword in this life would fall into the hands of these two inexplicable people, and why did Wushuang City remain silent for so long?
"As expected of someone who can face off with Mr. Liu Yue, his sword skills are higher than I imagined." Wen Kejiu smiled.

Baifaxian was about to turn around and leave, but met the eyes of the warm pot of wine, and was taken aback: "Are you here too?"

"It's really rude, but if you don't say that, I thought you were following us." The warm pot of wine weighed the wine glass in his hand, "Have a drink before leaving."

"I don't dare to drink the Wen family's wine." Baifaxian shook his head.

"That sword is better than yours, do you want to see it?" Warm Pot Wine asked again.

"A better sword than mine?" Baifaxian was taken aback for a moment, then turned around abruptly.

Standing on the stage, Wei Ting Lu proudly said: "Wei Ting Lu has something else to do today, please bear witness. I will retire to Zhujian Pavilion today, and I will only be a swordsmith, not the owner of the Sword Villa. My son, Wei Changfeng, will succeed me."

The young swordsmith who had been standing on the side of the mug of wine smiled and said to the mug of wine, "Sir, is there enough wine here?"

"Hahahaha, that's enough, please go ahead." The warm pot of wine laughed.

The young swordsmith jumped up and stood on the stage.

It turns out that he is the new owner of Famous Sword Villa, Wei Changfeng.

"This is Wei Changfeng, the dog. Everyone knows that I, Wei Tinglu, was 23 years old and inherited the owner of the famous sword villa. In that year, I forged three Yunpin swords, which stole the limelight of the entire sword test meeting. My father made me the owner of the villa. , no one dared to say a word, but today, Gouzi is 19 years old, he can be the owner of the villa." Wei Tinglu paused, and then said loudly, "It's just because he made the sword of the Immortal Palace!"

(End of this chapter)