Sword Emperor

Time slowly flows away, the whole hundred flower city, seems to be shrouded in a completely different atmosphere, countless people in this evening, are repeatedly tossing and turning all night, frowning anxiously waiting for the arrival of the next day.

As for sun Bing, he did not rest. He sat in his cave, closed his eyes, adjusted his momentum, and tried to make his spirit reach the maximum at this time, because tomorrow is not as calm as expected.

If you observe carefully, you can see that sun Bing's body seems to have some shaking, which is not fear, but strong excitement.

Recalling the news obtained before, sun Bing murmured in a soft voice: "I didn't expect that in a short period of ten years, the world has completely forgotten me. I can't remember my sword blade. After so long precipitation, it's time to have a try."

Immediately, sun Bing's eyes were full of bright light, and the breath on his body was very sharp. You should know that he has been precipitated for ten years without any fighting, and his fighting intention in his heart has not been reduced.

As the saying goes, a sword has never been sharpened in ten years.

And soon it's time to explode.

In a twinkling of an eye, the sun rose slowly from the East, and many monks who had not slept almost all night went out of their rooms directly, because everyone knew that today, no matter what, there would be a big event.

Sun Bing, who has been keeping his eyes closed for a long time, slowly opened his eyes. Although he said that he did not have a rest all night, his cultivation reached his level, let alone overnight. Even if he did not rest for a year, there would be no problem.

After last night's repair, sun Bing's spirit and spirit have been raised to the highest level, and the fighting spirit in his heart has completely burst out. His body shape has already appeared in the hundred flowers city.

At the moment, in the hundred flowers City, you can see one after another monks swarming, more have left the city, gradually toward the entrance of the hundred flowers cave.

It can be said that people are well-known for the actions of the holy land of flowers and the cave of Zhuling. At the entrance of the cave, which belongs to the holy land of flowers, there is also a very luxurious show, and the charming disciples look solemn.

Seeing this kind of formation, all around originally swarmed here one by one to repair, eyes are full of meaning infatuation color.

After all, there are only women in the hundred flowers holy land, and the requirements for qualification and appearance are quite high. Even if she is just an ordinary disciple, her appearance is not as beautiful as that of the goddess of flowers, but it can also be regarded as a moth eyebrow with bright teeth.

The distance between Baihua holy land and Baihua city is not far away. Soon, the whole journey is full of many scattered repairs. Everyone's face has a good look, and even can't help discussing in a low voice whether sun Bing will come or not.

However, all along, there was no movement, and the sun was getting better before I knew it. When all the monks were impatient, they suddenly heard a cry of surprise from the crowd:

"the eldest son is leaving, and there is a line of betrothal gifts behind him."

"What? Did you really start? Why hasn't Jianzong appeared at this time? Is he afraid

“……”

A series of words said, but the eyes are still tightly looking at the elder son in front of him. When he really saw this place, everyone could not help but take a breath of cold air.

Because the grandson of Changsheng's show is really too big. He sits on a very luxurious carriage. The forged materials are all precious wood, and the nine horses in front of him clearly contain the blood of the real dragon.

With a horn on the top of his head, he can also emit the sound of dragon singing in his or her running. The momentum of each dragon horse is particularly terrifying. It is a relic of the nine heaven heaven of life and death. It is even expected to become a saint and has great potential.

Similarly, at the moment, the driver of the carriage is an old man who looks very ordinary. Without any accomplishments, he looks like an ordinary man. If he doesn't see it with his eyes, he will even ignore it completely.

But if you don't really put it in your eyes, it's just a big slip in the world, because it's this very ordinary looking old man who can drive away such a terrible dragon horse. You should know that the dragon horse is extremely rebellious. If it is not for its absolute strength, it will not put people in the eye.

From this, it can be imagined that the other party's cultivation is absolutely a saint. Everyone who sees this scene can't help but marvel at it. They secretly feel that Zhu Ling's money is so big that he can let a saint serve as his servant.

After the carriage, there were servants carrying betrothal gifts. The breath of each servant was also terrible. Twenty people in a row were all half holy.

It should be noted that even though the world of Shenzhou is revived, Bansheng can be regarded as a strong one. At this time, it can only be used to carry the bride price, which is really a feeling of emotion.

Soon, such a very luxurious group finally came to the gate of the hundred flowers holy land, so the speed was slowly slowed down. Even the eldest son could not help stepping out of the carriage and walking slowly towards the front.At this time, there was such a saying: "the Lord of flowers has come out, and those guests are all the favored sons of heaven in the major holy places."

Then, the people immediately turned their eyes, and they could see a group of people coming out of the hundred flowers cave. The first one was a graceful and plump woman, who was shrouded in a layer of fog. It was obvious that this was the God of flowers at this time.

At the same time, there are also Tianjiao coming out one by one. Each of them is a young Tianjiao who met in the transmission array yesterday, and even more people appeared than heard yesterday, which highlights the solemnity of this grand event.

Immediately, you can see the eldest son walking slowly in front of him. He made a big ceremony towards the Lord of flowers and said in a soft voice, "Changsheng, please see the Lord of flowers."

Looking at the figure in front of him, there is a trace of softness in the eyes of the Lord of flowers. He shows his hand and stops the movement of the eldest son. Then a vague voice comes out: "you don't need to see the hero. Today you are also half a landlord."

"Holy Lord, this time my nephew is here on behalf of my Zhuling Dongtian. As for all the betrothal gifts, please accept them." The eldest son didn't answer, and with a smile and a big hand, the twenty attendants immediately put boxes on the ground.

Later, there was no need for a branch. The box with inscriptions had been opened. The bright light spread to all directions, and there was a strong smell of medicine in the air.

"What, it seems that all of them in that box are holy herbs. They are at least ten thousand years old. Even the saints will be envious."

"That's nothing. Look at that box. It's a nine hole exquisite stone. It's said that it's the supreme gold for forging the supreme weapon. It's only as big as a nail, and it's worth a lot. What's more, it's as big as a fist."

"And there, in the whole box, there are all weapons. You can detect the breath from it at a long distance. At least it's also the king's weapon. Even this holy weapon is really enviable."

"Ah, it's really different from other people's lives. We all have to fight for a spirit stone. But for others, the box clearly uses the kongmin stone. It looks small, and it's huge. It contains tens of thousands of high-quality spirit stones."

“……”

Every word echoed around. Every monk saw the treasures, just like a hundred claws scratching his heart. He could not suppress his own desire. After all, these things are too precious.

Of course, they just think about it in their hearts. As long as their brains are not broken, they dare not make any movement. After all, what they are facing is not an ordinary place. The sacred land of flowers and the cave of Zhuling, even the Taoism, dare not be too presumptuous.