"Don't you let me follow him?" Wei Yuxi asked with a smile, a hint of joy flashing in his eyes.
Linghu Xiong did not see it and said, "Let's go buy a sword!"
"Yeah!" Wei Yuxi nodded.
The two were about to leave when the neglected man spoke.
"Brother, you are carrying an iron sword. I guess you are a disciple who came to participate in the Holy Imperial City Competition. I wonder if you have the courage to compete with me?" The man did not suppress the volume, which made the people around him turn their heads and watch for a while, and some even walked over and prepare to watch the fun.
Linghu Xiong immediately stopped moving forward, turned around, looked at the man for a while, and then said lightly: "What's the comparison?"
"Sword power!"
After lowering his head and pondering for a while, Linghu Xiong looked up, still in a faint tone: "To compare, yes, what is the bet?"
"What do you want to bet?" the man asked back.
"dignity!"
"dignity?"
"Yes! If you win, I will kneel down for you. If I win, you will kneel down for me!"
Wei Yuxi immediately became anxious, quietly pulled Linghu Xiong's hand, and then whispered: "I think his cultivation must be very strong. If you are not sure, don't compete randomly!"
"Don't worry." Linghu Xiong made this decision not for a moment, but after careful consideration. The man in front of him must be the disciples who were sent by the Bahu Sword Sect to enter the Holy Emperor Fairyland this time. He wanted to see what level of combat power these disciples are at. Of course, the competition alone is too monotonous. By the way, the bet is that the ratio of dignity is enough, and this gimmick is enough!
"How is it? Do you dare to compare?" Seeing that the man did not answer for a long time, Linghu Xiong urged.
The man pondered for a while and looked at Linghu Xiong: "Since you insist on kneeling down to me, I have no choice!"
Seeing that the wood was already in its boat, Wei Yuxi felt a little guilty. After all, it was because of Linghu Xiong that he came here and met this man. If he lost, she was willing to kneel for Linghu Xiong. Looking at Linghu Xiong, he said seriously: "Don't worry, even if you lose, you will not kneel down to him!"
"Don't be stupid, I won't lose!" Linghu Xiong replied confidently.
When the people watching the fun saw that the two of them were actually playing, and the bets were still kneeling down, they immediately became interested. The onlookers of these people also attracted more and more lively people to come. Then they passed on word of mouth. Soon, the story of Linghu Xiong competing with the man in front of the exchange door, and a large group of people gathered around and looked at the two.
These people did not surround them because this was a showdown between two masters, but because they simply wanted to see one of the two kneel down to the other!
The man looked at Linghu Xiong and smiled and said, "Are you going to be the first or I? By the way, I haven't asked for my name yet. My surname is Yue, and my name is Yue Qinghun. I am a disciple of the Red Clan of the Bahu Sword Sect!"
Yue Qinghun is a disciple of the Red Clan of the Bahu Sword Sect. Linghu Xiong already knew that this was obvious from the red shirt that Yue Qinghun was wearing. At this moment, Linghu Xiong was slightly surprised when he heard Yue Qinghun's name. He did not expect that the disciple of the Bahu Sword Sect whom he met at the entrance of the Holy Imperial City Exchange was actually the younger brother of Yue Qingpo, a famous young man in the Bahu Sword Sect!
When he was in the Bahu Sword Sect, he was very familiar with Yue Qingpo because Yue Qingpo was the same person as him, but his talent was not as high as his. But now, he met Yue Qingpo's younger brother. Thinking of the ugly face of Yue Qingpo helping when Ximen Feng came to occupy his father's property, Linghu Xiong's hostility towards Yue Qingpo increased a little.