"The name of the sword is Qingyu. It is a middle-grade peak sword. Master once said frankly that with this sword in your hand, you can win any level 3 Golden Immortal battle!" The round-faced swordsman stood up and wielded the sword. He glanced at Fei Yu intentionally or unintentionally as he spoke.
A glance at the waist.
"Oh!" The red-shirted fairy didn't seem to be interested in the sword at all. She said a perfunctory word and then lowered her head to fiddle with the dishes with chopsticks.
Feiyu was originally a proud and arrogant person. When he saw the purple-robed swordsman showing off the sword, he couldn't help but frown slightly. The word "Qingyu" had already violated his taboo.
Liu Qiankun, who was already seven to eight points drunk, had a trace of disdain in his eyes and said loudly: "Brother Feiyu, I also have a sharp sword that has been with me for many years. Please help me appreciate it."
This was obviously a sharp response. Feiyu's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he laughed loudly and said: "Since there are magic weapons, why not take a look at them and open your eyes to the big brother."
Although Fei Yu simply didn't believe that a newly ascended spirit immortal could take out magical weapons that surpassed the top-grade immortal weapons, after all, he was doing this to gain face for himself, and he had to fight to the end no matter what.
Liu Qiankun glanced at the purple-robed spirit immortal, stretched out his right palm, and silently grasped the Qingming Sword in his palm.
"The sword is called Qing Ming. It was the one I used before my ascension. There is no other but sharp ears!" Liu Qiankun stretched out his palm and gently stroked the Qing Ming sword, then put his palm on the hilt and pulled out the sword inch by inch.
An invisible killing intent surged out as the sword was pulled out, becoming stronger and spreading in the air.
Fei Yu's pupils narrowed and he stared at the long sword in Liu Qiankun's hand without even blinking. Just by the substantial killing intent, he knew that it was definitely of extraordinary quality.
You must know that a weapon that kills too many people will produce a bloody murderous aura. For strong men like Fei Yu, no matter how much murderous aura you have on your weapon, it will never have any impact on them, not even the slightest emotion.
No fluctuations can be stirred up.
However, what was in front of him at this time was a weapon that was accidentally released. Even Feiyu would feel a chill due to being too close. This feeling was never felt even when he saw the high-grade sword of the Purple-robed Sword Immortal.
There can't be any.
Fei Yu was already thinking about which one was better and which one was worse, and couldn't help but take a second look at Liu Qiankun.
How could he know that Liu Qiankun was already on the verge of being drunk but not drunk...
"Hey!" There was a hint of splendor in the red-shirted fairy's eyes. Her beautiful eyes glanced back and forth at the Qingming Sword with great interest, and she even quietly put down the chopsticks in her hands.
The round-faced Sword Immortal was a little displeased, his expression darkened, he pointed the long sword in his palm at Liu Qiankun and said coldly: "Does this fellow Immortal intend to have a sword showdown?"
Provocations and bravery are common in the immortal world, but there are very few immortals who take action blatantly in the city. There are several strong men in every big city, and this Yulin City can be considered
It is a medium-sized city, and it is not something that a few immortals can run wild at will.
"Senior Brother Mo Nian." The red-shirted fairy raised her willow eyebrows and chirped. The sound was as sweet as the cry of an oriole.
The two purple-robed swordsmen looked at each other, and the round-faced swordsman sat down proudly!
Feiyu lifted the corner of his robe, stood up, and said calmly: "Jun Aojian Sect members are competing for swords, but I don't know how to compete?"
Apparently, the disdainful look in the round-faced swordsman's eyes just now made Feiyu a little angry.
The two purple-robed sword immortals were originally arrogant people. When they heard this, their sword eyebrows raised, and a look of anger appeared on their faces.
Since Feiyu knew that they were disciples of the Jun'ao Sword Sect and dared to talk about sword competition, it was tantamount to provoking the Jun'ao Sword Sect. This was no longer a matter of personal honor or disgrace.
In the fairy world, the one with the strongest attack power is the Sword Immortal. Often a fifth-level spiritual sword immortal has much stronger attack power than a first-level golden immortal. But if the sword immortal has a high-grade sword with a similar mind in his hand,
The destructive power of an immortal sword will be doubled. What the purple-robed sword immortal said just now was not an exaggeration.
Unexpectedly, the style of the brand on Feiyu's waist was the same as that of a third-level golden immortal. The round-faced swordsman didn't take a closer look and mistook him for a third-level golden immortal.
"Do you really want to compete with swordsmen?" The swordsman named Mo Nian stood up again, with two gleams in his eyes, and his whole aura changed in vain.
"Yeah! It's a competition, but I don't know what to use as a bonus?" Feiyu touched his nose and looked thoughtful.
It is very common for people in the fairy world to compete for magic weapons, and there is an unwritten rule: there is usually a winner, otherwise the victory or defeat will become too boring.
"Even ordinary people dare to compete with me, so why not just bet ten high-grade immortal stones for drinking money!" After speaking, Mo Nian turned over his hand and took out a silk sac and threw it casually on the table, making a crisp sound.
Boom!
The eyes of all the immortals in the restaurant were attracted by this crisp sound, and the expressions on their faces were even more colorful.
What is the concept of a hundred high-grade immortal stones? If it is used to buy this restaurant, I am afraid that less than two high-grade immortal stones will be used. Even the golden immortals who are successfully promoted can only get one as a reward each time. This
A swordsman named Mo Nian only shoots ten swords, how can he not be amazed!
Feiyu's eyes flashed, and then he calmed down, thinking to himself: It seems that these three sword immortals must be very important characters in the Jun'ao Sword Sect. But there was boundless arrogance in his heart, and he sneered.
: "Okay, there are eleven high-grade rough stones here. If Qingming Sword loses, the extra one will be counted as Feiyu's wine money for you."
After saying that, he turned over his hand and took out an exquisite little bag, throwing it casually on the silk sac.
"Eh! Fire phoenix feathers?" The red-shirted fairy said softly, and a hint of splendor flashed in her beautiful eyes.
There is a kind of divine bird in the fairy world, named: Nine Nirvana Fire Phoenix. This bird is reborn once in a million years. When it is reborn in Nine Nirvana, it is the day it ascends to the divine world. Looking at the fairy world, there are countless fairy birds, Nine Nirvana Fire Phoenix
But there are only two of them. The fire phoenix feathers are what is on its neck. These flying feathers can be used as storage, and their background is not inferior to those of three people.
"Haha, fairies know their stuff, why don't you decide who is better in today's sword competition?" Fei Yu said with a disapproving smile.
The fairy in red shirt seemed to be aroused, and said with a smile: "I don't know how to compare?" There was a clear flash of excitement in her beautiful eyes.
"Junior sister, let you hold a sword in each hand and peck each other. The one who loses will be defeated. This is the most fair thing." The swordsman with a Chinese character said loudly.
Disciples of Jun Aojian Sect have been with fairy swords since they were young. Weapons competition is a common occurrence, so naturally there is a simple and direct method of competition.
Feiyu turned his head and looked at Liu Qiankun with questioning eyes. After all, the sword master still had to ask for his opinion about this sword duel.
Liu Qiankun gently stroked the spine of the sword with his fingertips and said in a voice like a gnat: "Girl, if you agree, just say so. Dad will never force you..."
Groan...
The Qingming Sword trembled slightly and let out a sweet moan.
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