Lord of the Desert

Chapter 237 Broken Iron
Above the stage, for a while, the Eight Immortals crossed the sea and each showed their magical powers.

Liu Xingxian on the fourth floor gathers and spreads his long arms with true energy, and grabs the hydrangea.

Not halfway back, there was a vibrating energy from downstairs flying towards it obliquely, knocking the "long arm" apart.

"Brother Jiang just spent a lot of money for Fengxu everyone, it seems that it is inevitable?"

A long laugh came from another table on the fourth floor.

Before the words were over, a thick burst of true energy rushed out, eliminating the shock.

At this time, there were only seven people left to participate in the snatching, and their cultivation bases were all above the Chaos Realm.

Hydrangea jumps and bounces in the air.

There is an unwritten rule in this "game", that is, the participants must not destroy the hydrangea, otherwise it is the most offensive.

Because of this, the seven of them only dared to play tricks and did not dare to use more strength.

The anxious standoff continued.

A sword qi flew obliquely and was shattered by the shock wave.

The hydrangea rolled away and fell straight to the right wing.

This situation has happened twice just now, and everyone is aware of it, and nothing happened.

This time, however, it was different.

When Lu Yunshi, who had been staring at the wind for a long time in the dark, saw the weave pattern on the ball bread clearly again, the impulse in his heart could not be suppressed at last.

【Since I am attending, why can't I...】

Qi Dao Zhen Qi is still entangled.

Hunyuan Qijin spit out by accident, and became the eighth force that no one expected in the field, bringing the hydrangea into his hands.

Game over.

When the hydrangea was held by his own hands, Lu Yunshi looked at the beautiful figure standing on the stage, and his whole body seemed to be bathed in fire, filled with heat from the inside out.

But the whole place was silent, and it was like a bucket of ice water, which immediately cooled him thoroughly.

All the eyes of Mingyue Building are now looking at the third seat on the third floor of the right wing building.

Yuan and Yan's hearts skipped a beat.

"I don't know who it is, but I can't control my hands and feet."

A voice meandered from the third floor of the main building.

"Isn't this Lu San, the Major General of General Zhen Guo's family?"

These words are full of sarcasm.

Master Lu Yun is the eldest son of the Lu family, but there are two elder brothers.

Hong Fan followed the prestige.

The speaker was dressed in a black brocade robe, sitting in the middle of the third floor, he looked 22 or [-] years old.

Master Lu Yun did not reply.

He knew he had poked a hole, but the others obviously didn't intend to forgive.

"If I remember correctly, you didn't send any presents just now, how dare you participate?"

Young Master Xuanyi sneered.

"Lv San, if I were you, just hide carefully, lest my shabby smell spoil this grand event."

Words are like knives, piercing my heart.

"Jiang Wenbo!"

Master Lu Yun let out a low shout, already furious.

However, in the main building, no one cared about his liver-like complexion.

"Don't be angry, we have known each other since we were young."

Jiang Wenbai smiled.

"Now I'm going to make up a flower basket for everyone in Fengxu. If others don't know about it, I have nothing to say."

At this moment, Master Lu Yun only felt that the hydrangea in his hand was as hot as coals.

He looked down silently, just as he saw Feng Xu in a red dress looking over.

The oiran's eyes flickered, seeming to be looking forward to, but also worried.

From Hong Fan's point of view, this is obviously the basic skill of a courtesan - if you can't glance at it and make everyone in the street feel affectionate, how can you be worthy of being an oiran?
Glancing at each other, Master Lu Yun was half dazed.

But he wasn't the boy he was after all.

The family was in decline, and my father was hard to persuade because of his love for gambling.

How could he not understand the difficult situation of the Lu Mansion and the reason why money is hard to earn and shit is hard to eat?

If it weren't for the excuse of thanking Hong Fan for saving his life, he wouldn't even be able to spend the 80 taels at the Mingyuelou banquet...

Seeing Lu Yunshi's torment, Jiang Wenbo laughed out loud.

He stood up leisurely, jumped down the third floor, and landed on the stage.

"You picked up Fengxu's hydrangea. According to the rules, I have nothing to say."

Jiang Wenbo raised his voice and said.

There is a long sword hanging from his left waist, which is swallowed by a hollow scabbard, and the blade is shining.

"But you have to know that the name of today's leader was cast with three hundred catties of silver!"

"I'm not the only one who refuses to let a stubborn iron rooster take advantage of this."

Jiang Wenbo shouted loudly, looked around Mingyue Tower, and sure enough, most people nodded in agreement.

"The matter has come to this, it is better to follow the old rules, let's fight."

"You lose, give me the hydrangea."

"You won, and this piece of iron will be given to you."

"how?"

The voice turned and echoed in Mingyue Building.

Feng Xu has silently left the stage.

All eyes were on Lu Yunshi's face like a bayonet, and he couldn't help it.

"It's up to you."

Lu Yunshi squeezed out three characters between his teeth.

Jiang Wenbo's saber is called Broken Iron, and he recognizes it as a third-grade (xuan-level) sword bought with 500 taels of gold.

Dahua weapons are divided into four grades.

The fourth grade is similar to Hong Fan's previous Bai Calamity, but it is stronger, sharper, and tougher than the low-end weapons, and there is no fundamental difference.

So after two bloody battles, the White Calamity ended.

But starting from the third rank, every weapon can circulate true energy and enhance the master martial arts.

"Yu Lin, lend me a knife."

Lu Yunshi stood up slowly, staring at the flowing edge of the broken iron, and said.

Hong Fan frowned slightly.

He knew that Master Lu Yun was practicing "Wuxiang Hunyuan Dian", and he was best at punching and kicking, even if he was facing the bone chewer, he would fight with bare hands.

The stage was cleared, leaving only the two facing each other.

The broken iron shaped the true energy, and a three-foot sword light appeared.

Master Lu Yun was obviously cautious.

Jiang Wenbo took the lead in attacking.

His speed is very fast, judging by Hong Fan's eyesight, he is probably at the Six Meridians of the Chaotic Realm, and his physical strength is similar to that of Wu Ruyi.

But as soon as they fought, Lu Yunshi, who was in the Xiaowulou realm, was at a disadvantage.

Without him, the Xuan-level sword is really sharp.

Jiang Wenbo practiced his family biography "The Code of Shocking Desolation", and his true energy was transformed into an air blade through crushed iron, and there were bursts of buzzing.

Hong Fan remembered the concept weapon from his previous life - the high frequency knife.

No matter how good the material is, the microstructure cannot be completely uniform.

When a high-frequency vibration is applied, the local amplitude of the unevenness in the material will be slightly different from the surrounding area.

If the energy of the high-frequency weapon is high enough, it can instantly cause the accumulation of tiny uneven vibrations to reach fatigue, and then superimpose the cutting effect of the weapon body, cutting gold and breaking iron is only normal.

The battle on the stage passed quickly for three rounds.

Hong Fan frowned.

The fighting movements of both sides are so gorgeous that there are many useless and procrastinating elements.

This is completely different from the Lu Yunshi he saw on Mount Qifeng.

Because of this, the situation became more and more one-sided.

One party wields an unstoppable sword in a wide open and closed posture.

The most likely way for the other side to win is naturally to abandon all the cumbersome and cumbersome, in order to seize the gap and win with one blow...

There was a loud clang.

The broken iron easily cut off the steel knife in Lu Yunshi's hand, like cutting paper.

"The victory and defeat are already divided."

Jiang Wenbo said proudly.

"You are not good at this knife, buy a better one next time."

Lu Yunshi didn't reply, he bent down to pick up the broken blade, his fingers were shaking.

"Lv San, I heard that you became a Tiqi"

Jiang Wenbo stood aside, his words became more and more wanton.

"Since you're not in the same way, everyone doesn't bother to mention you on weekdays."

"But today you just want to come to places like Mingyue Tower..."

"Times are different."

"Can you, a major general, afford what we play?"

He squinted at Master Lu Yun and asked with a smile.

(End of this chapter)