Ji Hanfo and the others were already suspicious, but now they are even more suspicious.
"Lee what?"
"Li Lianhua."
Ji Hanfo was obviously relieved and said with a smile: "It turns out to be Divine Doctor Li. I have admired his name for a long time. I have admired his name for a long time. So the opportunity to try the Young Master's Sword today falls on you, please."
Li Lianhua resisted and said, "But I'm not very good with the sword."
The people around him were already dissatisfied with Li Lianhua's last appearance and snatched the silk flowers. At this time, they all burst into anger and clamored for fraud to get Li Lianhua to go down.
Fang Duobing couldn't bear it anymore, and immediately shouted: "Everyone, it was Xiao Daxia who said that you can just pick the flowers when the fragrance is gone. You are all famous figures in the world, so don't admit defeat, right?"
Qiao Wanzhen, who had been impatient for a long time, immediately expressed her support: "Master Fang is right. Divine Doctor Li and Xiang Yi have the same surname. It is fate. Divine Doctor Li, please try the sword."
After saying that, her eyes were full of expectation. She felt that Li Lianhua was very similar to Li Xiangyi. As long as he took the Young Master Sword, she would be more sure.
Li Lianhua had no choice but to go over and pick up the Young Master Sword, and slowly pulled out the Young Master Sword.
As soon as the young master's sword was unsheathed, many people looked around excitedly.
Zhou Chen shook his head speechlessly, and Di Feisheng glanced at him: "Did you see it too?"
"Ah, I'll leave it to you." Zhou Chen knew it was fake without even looking.
Di Feisheng flicked his finger, and a force shot out, directly hitting the Young Master's Sword in Li Lianhua's hand. The next moment, the Young Master's Sword broke into several pieces.
"ah?"
Everyone looked at this scene with their mouths open, and everyone in the Baichuan Academy on the stage rushed down in shock.
Among them, Shi Shui was the most angry, and he immediately roared: "How dare you destroy the Young Master's Sword."
Li Lianhua looked at the hilt of the sword in her hand and said calmly: "This sword is fake."
Everyone looked shocked. Ji Hanfo asked: "Why do you say it's false?"
"This sword is a real replica. Even the carvings on the hilt are perfect. But I heard that Li Xiangyi got this sword when he was fifteen years old. He kept the sword in his hand for five years, but there was no wear and tear on the hilt. It's really
It’s so weird.”
Qiao Wanan walked up to him, and when she took the sword hilt from Li Lianhua's hand, she looked at Li Lianhua so deeply that Li Lianhua did not dare to look at her.
Qiao Wanan glanced at it for a few times and then quickly said: "Back then, when Xiang Yi fought with Wuyou Swordsman, in order to save Wuyou's life, he used the hilt of his sword to resist Wuyou Swordsman's killing move. This sword
But there is no damage at all, it is indeed a fake, this is not the young master I found, the master of Jiyuan, the sword has been transferred."
The whole place was in an uproar, and Fobi Shiraishi was extremely angry. This was a sword appreciation meeting held in their Baichuan Academy, and the sword was transferred. This was a slap in the face of their Baichuan Academy.
Then they quickly left to look for clues, but the people in the world were noisy and unwilling to leave.
Zhou Chen said to Di Feisheng with a smile: "It's really exciting now."
Di Fei said coldly: "I don't like to watch the fun, how about I tie up Qiao Wanyuan and interrogate her about the whereabouts of the lion soul?"
"Hey, that's a good suggestion, but I have to remind you that Qiao Wanyu is Xiaohua's rival. If you really touch her, he will really get angry with you."
"Trouble, he just takes his time doing things and it's not fun at all."
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Baichuanyuan quickly found out why the Young Master Sword was lost. It was Qiao Wan's maid who was deceived and fell in love with a monk lurking in Pudu Temple, and then contracted the Young Master Sword. However, she was also deceived.
He lost his life, and the Young Master Sword was also missing.
Of course Zhou Chen knew where the person who stole the Young Master's Sword was, but he was not in a hurry because compared to this, he had to do something today that had been delayed for several years.
With the arrangement of Master Wuliang of Pudu Temple, Li Lianhua and Qiao Wanyuan were arranged in his Zen room, and they found an excuse to leave, leaving only Li Lianhua and Qiao Wanyuan.
Qiao Wanyan, who was already suspicious, became more suspicious of Li Lianhua's identity after Wu Wu's deliberate reminder.
After Master Wu Li left, she stared closely at Li Lianhua's face, which made Li Lianhua very uneasy and hurriedly wanted to break the atmosphere.
"Nvxia Qiao, you look at me like this, is there something wrong with me?"
"Doctor Li, you look very much like an old friend of mine."
Li Lianhua laughed and said, "Really? There are many similar people in the world, but this is my first time meeting Qiao Nuxia."
"It's not the first time we've met. We met five years ago at the foot of the Mushan Villa, right?"
"Haha, yes, I'm sorry. I have a bad memory. I forgot. Don't blame Qiao, don't blame me."
Li Lianhua's back started to sweat. When he deceived Fang Fusui, he could do it in one way or another, but facing Qiao Wan'an, he would not be confident even if he told a lie.
"Yeah?"
Qiao Wanan was even more convinced now.
"My old friend once left me a painting, which is the pattern of the sachet that I showed to my old friend. There is also a line of words, Doctor Li, do you know what it is?"
Li Lianhua laughed dryly and said, "How would I know."
"The content is, 'Ah, I'm sorry, what I want in this life is to hold my hand and grow old with my son. If you are willing, wait for me for five years.' You don't know how much I felt when I saw this sentence.
I was so excited, so unbelievable, because I felt that the person I cared about was back, but who knew, in the end it was just an empty joy, until not long ago, I finally got news about him again."
Chapter completed!