"Sister Yu'er, don't be angry? Go back and I'll teach you a good lesson about that damn ugly Zhuo. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" Wanluo followed Yu'er's side with a look of meaning to stand up for Yu'er.

Seeing Wanluo by her side, Yu'er felt even more uncomfortable, but she still smiled and said, "Good sister, sister, I'm fine, you better go back and watch him carefully, otherwise let him run away again." ”

"He dares."

Yu'er smiled helplessly.

In the evening, the Shaolin monks brought the meal on time, and at the same time informed that the sun would set up, and the sword appreciation meeting would begin.

After Yu'er came back, she didn't have much intersection with the hermit, after all, Wanluo had been sticking to the hermit.

Seeing that the sun was about to set, everyone hurriedly ate something, and then rushed to the place instructed, the back mountain of the Shaolin Temple, a place large enough to accommodate thousands of people.

Of course, the players are more than six figures, but they are all accommodated.

On the way to the back mountain, a crowd of people continued to crowd in the direction of the back mountain; If it weren't for the hermit and his party who came to deliver the sword, I'm afraid they would have to squeeze together.

Shaolin Temple sent ten warrior monks early to escort Qingjing and Tianyinke and others from the shortcut to the back mountain, and naturally saw Lin Shihao, Wang Cheng and others on the way together, as well as the guidance of the Zhengdao League, the sea and the sky, the demon Xiaohu and others.

As soon as he saw the hermit, the sea and the sky immediately glared viciously, but he didn't dare to mess around, after all, each line was escorted by ten warrior monks, if there was a conflict with the other party here, without the hermit and others to make a move, he would be thrown out by the Shaolin warrior monk.

"The one with the mask is the evil knife Cao Zhuo?" Fu Junhe, who was in the queue, asked.

"That's right, it's him." Pointing to the country and answering.

"It seems that it is really a talent, we are lacking such talents, it is best to recruit, if you can't recruit it, then kill it." Fu Junhe didn't speak loudly, but he could still hear clearly when he pointed out, and nodded.

The Shaolin monks who were escorting them were clear-sighted, but they didn't hear it, the Jianghu people have their own way of doing things, as long as they don't make trouble in the Shaolin Temple, they don't belong to themselves.

After arriving at the venue, everyone saw that the whole venue was crowded, and there was a ring in the middle, a square stone platform with a swastika shape, and it seemed that at least four or five thousand people could stand.

In the west seat is the seat of the Shaolin abbot and the sword master, and the left and right sides are the VIP seats.

In order to avoid unhappiness, the Shaolin warrior monk arranged the Zhengdaomeng and others on the right hand side of the chairman's position, separating the two groups of people, but Jinyiwei and others were arranged to the chairman's position, after all, they represent the Celestial Empire, the background of this absolute strength.

After taking the seats, the whole venue was noisy, and the players were in a hurry, although the sound was not loud, but there were nearly 500,000 in the entire venue, a huge number, and it was chaotic and noisy for a while.

The Tiger Seat Feiwei looked at the Jinyi Guards on the rostrum, and said to the Heavenly Hermit with some strangeness: "Master, how do I think that the ten Jinyi Guards standing there are a little different?" ”

Hearing Tiger Flying Guard mention this, the others also looked over.

"What's the difference? Isn't it a little white? Wanluo looked at Jin Yiwei and said boringly.

"It's a little different." Qingjing also felt a little different, but he just couldn't say it.

The hermit was suddenly startled, and his brows furrowed: When will there be a "eunuch" in the Jinyi Guard?

Wanluo smiled and said, "Different? Are they all born too white? ”

"It's not." The Sky Hermit said in a deep voice.

"What's that?" Everyone looked at the hermit and asked.

"Those ten brocade guards are all eunuchs." The Sky Hermit then replied.

"Eunuch?"

"It's a little strange to look at."

…………

For Wanluo, Yu'er and others, it is not unusual for Jinyiwei to have eunuchs in it, but for Tianyinke, this represents a change, maybe Jinyiwei has changed since he left.

These ten eunuchs and Jinyi guards reminded Tianyin Ke of a person, a peerless master, martial arts through the clouds and into the sacred, almost like a god, he is Xu Wu, an old eunuch, a very young eunuch.

At that time, it was said that the great sword master was the first master in the capital, but after seeing Xu Wu, Tianyinke knew that there was no one else who could really be called the first except Xu Wu, this eunuch integrated the evil sword technique and the Sunflower Treasure Book into one episode, and practiced the Sunflower Sword, which is already a mythical existence, but now the Tianhermit still feels that he can't stop Xu Wu's sword.

Thinking of Xu Wu, Tianyinke was suddenly startled again, and looked at the ten eunuchs in a cold sweat, could it? They were taught by Xu Wu? Otherwise, how could Jinyiwei let the eunuchs join? Unless there is Wang Chuyi's will.

No matter how much the hermit guessed, he couldn't figure it out, and finally put aside and didn't think about him.

may have found that the players were too noisy, and the number of all the monks present was no more than 100, so they collectively recited a Buddha name, which directly suppressed the voices of hundreds of thousands of people.

All the players looked at every monk present in surprise, and suddenly sat in their positions silently and obediently, very honest.

You can imagine why the monks chanted the Buddha's name.

At night, although there are braziers around, the brightness of the brazier is still covered by the moonlight, and the moon is exceptionally bright tonight, like a big daylight bulb, making the whole venue like daylight.

After a long time, an old man with a kind and ordinary face slowly walked into the rostrum with a robe holding a nine-ring tin cane, and nodded to Lin Shihao and the others.

Lin Shihao and Wang Cheng didn't dare to slack off at all, and stood up to return the salute.

Seeing the two old men appear, Tianyinke didn't think there was anything special, but the cold light knife on his waist trembled, as if it was about to be unsheathed, and Tianyin Ke hurriedly pressed the cold light knife on his waist.

Finding that the Tianyin Ke was holding the knife, Wanluo frowned and asked with concern, "What's wrong with Chouzhuo?" ”

He turned around and smiled and said to Wanluo, "It's okay." As soon as he finished speaking, the Tianyin Ke immediately became vigilant, and turned his head to look at the rostrum, but he didn't find anything.

Just now...... Somebody was looking at me just now, and it felt like a pinprick in the eyes, a sharp look.

But no matter how much the hermit searched, he didn't find out who was watching him.

Not long after, the Shaolin abbot walked out first, and recited the sentence "Ani Buddha Buddha": "The old man's name is not requested, it is the Shaolin abbot, thank you for your face to visit our temple, if there is a place where you are not well greeted, I hope to take care of it." With that, he retreated.

Another ordinary old man dressed in cloth stood up with an old look.

The Heavenly Hermit found that the reaction of the Cold Light Knife became even more intense, and he was surprised, why was the Cold Light Knife hostile to this old man? No matter how you look at it, this old man is very ordinary, so ordinary that he doesn't even know martial arts, he is completely an old farmer who cultivates the fields.

It's not just the Sky Hermit who has this idea, but everyone else thinks the same way.

Could it be that the Sword Master can't come if something happens? Shaolin Temple is ready to teach everyone to plow the fields and grow vegetables?

The old man cleared his throat and said with a smile, "Hello everyone. "It's not loud, but it goes straight into everyone's ears so that they can hear it clearly.

There was a "whoosh", and all the players stood up from their seats and looked at the old man in amazement.

The words are very ordinary, but the internal force is definitely not simple.

"Don't get excited, don't get excited, sit down." The old man smiled and waved his hands downward.

This time, everyone was even more shocked, as if someone had pressed their shoulders down and sat back in their chairs.

Tianhermit and others are no exception.

There was only one person, and his mouth muttered: "Sword Saint, he is the Sword Saint." "Fu Junhe.

Pointing at the country, the sea and the sky, and the demon little tiger, the three of them were surprised to see that old man who was not good-looking, and it turned out to be the famous sword saint.

The Sword Master is not a Sword Master, and this skill is enough to dominate the world.

Hundreds of thousands of people were pressed back to their seats by the Sword Master Void.

"Presumably, everyone who came here knows that the old man borrowed the Shaolin treasure land to hold a sword appreciation conference, and everyone knows what kind of sword this reward is, right?"

The Seven Swords of the Ancients: Red Sky, Occultation of the Sun, Long Yuan, Pure Yang, Fish Intestines, Cadres, and Mo Evil.

One of these seven swords is enough to divide the world, and the sword contains amazing power, which can be killed by gods and demons.

Although only three swords were on Shaolin this time, it was one more than Lao Yu expected, which can be said to be gratifying.

To appreciate the sword, it is natural to take out the sword to watch, but it is not enough to watch, we have to let everyone know clearly what power these ancient seven swords hide, so that everyone has a bottom.

"Sword Master Senior." A deep voice rang out, echoing throughout the venue as if breaking the silence.

The Sword Master was not upset that his words were interrupted, but looked at the pile of people in front of him on the right with a smile and said, "This young man, is there anything wrong?" ”

Among the people who are watched, you look at me, I look at you, they are all looking for the people who are being looked at by the Sword Master.

Soon the man rose into the air and landed in the ring of the venue.

A group of Shaolin warrior monks immediately surrounded the ring, looking at the people in the ring.

The Sword Master smiled and waved his head, and the group of warrior monks immediately returned to their original posts.

The Heavenly Hermit stood up again: "Sword God? ”

At the same time, the word "Sword God" was shouted by Wanluo and Yu'er.

That's right, the person in the ring is the sword god and the sword seal.

Knowing that the Sword Master held a sword appreciation conference, how could the marquis of a sword who was a master of sword use miss this opportunity, so he rushed to Shaolin from Xiliang City alone.

"The young man doesn't want to compare with the old man, right?"

The sword master immediately said the intention of a sword seal.

Yijian Fenghou replied: "Sure enough, I can't be busy with the seniors, and the juniors have this intention." ”

I saw the Sword Saint smile and nodded: "Sword learning is good, go back and practice more." ”

"Multi-...... Thank you seniors. ”

No one thought that with just a few words, the sword god withdrew from the ring, but everyone did not despise or sigh at the sword god, after all, the strength of the sword master is already unparalleled in the world, at least there is no one in the field who is his opponent, but everyone admires the sword god for risking being thrown out by the Shaolin monk, and wants to challenge the sword saint in the ring, although it is not enough, but still admires his courage.

Seeing the sword god retreat from the ring, the Heavenly Hermit hurriedly recruited him and motioned for him to come over.

Seeing a man in a gorgeous white shirt and a mask, the sword god frowned, who is it? After seeing Wanluo, Yu'er and the others beside the man, he thought of who else would be wearing a mask besides the Heavenly Hermit? So he walked over.

There was a small episode of the sword god, and everyone was not disappointed by this.

The Sword Saint seemed even happier, and announced loudly with joy: "The sword appreciation conference has officially begun, and the Ancient Seven Swords 'Cadre' escorted by the Celestial Dynasty brocade guards will be invited to play." ”