Night moves dark scold a sudden blow a smoke of cutting in situ.
The chariot boy tried to start work but was held down by the person next to him.
"Huaimen is a guest. This is a matter of Jianzong. If you try again, you will refute their face."
This older person is just a young man, but his attitude is steady, which seems to have passed the age of no doubt.
When he stopped the teacher younger brother, night moves, who borrowed smoke to hide, was beaten back to the abandoned sword by a recruit on the other side of the sword furnace.
Clouds of fire lit up in the shadows.
Dozens of Jian Zongdi came around with torches.
The firelight reflected Pojun’s appearance and took a look at her first.
"Oh, I’ve long heard that it’s really rare to see the righteous and virtuous young disciples today!"
Pojun looked at the young man again. "Qin Shuang, you are as steady as ever and more calm than before."
"I’m flattered."
There are frictions between Tianhui and Jianzong in many places. It seems to some of their disciples that these two sects can be regarded as fire and water.
However, one of the participants is the first disciple of the Heaven Society, and the other is the patriarch of Jianzong. Since he was invited, he naturally won’t lose his manners on the spot, and his style will be underestimated for no reason.
Qin Shuang supercilious fuels next to the suit foot is gently step a little true qi touches Armageddon chariots.
Fifteen-meter-high steel joints instantly contract two two combination and finally turn four sharp-edged wheels.
During this process, the chariot was abnormally smoothly lowered to the normal carriage height.
At this time, there are many faint shapes around.
There are more than 700 invited experts who are not alert and alert.
These people got up and watched as soon as they said the first sentence.
For those who didn’t get the invitation but came to join in the fun after hearing the news, the number of Jianghu people has to be doubled, and they also flocked after seeing the Armageddon chariot detect the change.
At this time, we can see why Pojun didn’t spread the news earlier.
In the last hundred years, all kinds of martial arts have been deeply rooted in the people. A hundred years ago, the first-class masters were just a third-rate figure, and there are always one or two third-rate fighters in a town.
This level of Wulin people’s ability to travel is far better than that of Dawan famous horse.
If the news had come earlier that Jianzong Furnace had invited talented people to compete for peerless swords.
I am afraid that when the time comes, the land of China will gather more than 100,000 people in this direction.
By that time, if you don’t entertain them, you will naturally be stingy. If you entertain them, Jianzong may not be willing to do too much, although he is not afraid of property consumption.
At this moment, thousands of people gradually gathered around and regarded those buildings as obstacles.
You can see hundreds of rabbits hanging in almost one direction.
That night moves has completed the focus of the whole wilderness plain.
He just thought about uncovering a masked cloth towel and waist, and a sheathed weapon rotated and landed to stand on the ground in front of him.
At the sight of his face, someone immediately whispered to Pojun.
Pojun nodded slightly. "Five years ago, Ikeda, the main owner of the Hidden Thorn Building, was also the patriarch who fled from the Imperial Palace after expelling the emperor and annexing the Baipai Gate in Japan-Ichiro Ikeda."
"You got an invitation, too. People have to do such a thing."
Ikeda smiled two times after hearing his name break his true identity. "I don’t really want to steal, but I’ve heard it for too long, and I really want to see how beautiful this sword is."
Someone in the surrounding crowd sneered, "Do you want to see it?"
Ichiro Ikeda sighed and pointed his hand at the weapon in front of him. "It’s because I don’t want to have a look, but I want to cut this beautiful sword that killed ghosts and gods for three hundred years."
"I’m afraid that when I get to the heavenly sword, I don’t care about my face and my name, and I won’t let my famous sword make a real sword, so I came to secretly try it at night."
What he said was that he really wanted to use "name" to force these people to live in Jianzong.
If Jianzong doesn’t let him live to make a double sword to cut things, it doesn’t seem a little guilty, which makes this grand ceremony lose some luster.
However, when his words made the onlookers react differently and showed their eyes to see the drama.
Abandon the sword to the periphery of a remote building and slowly open the door.
The building is a newly built building. When the door rings, it is not loud, but it attracts many people’s attention inexplicably.
They looked back and saw a man and a woman coming out of the building.
The man took a step forward and disappeared.
"hmm? ！” "What?" "How can …"
Everyone turned their minds and turned around together.
Sure enough, there is already one more person in the abandoned sword land.
The man who just disappeared was wearing a rusty broadsword hilt.
This kind of lightness skill and quick breath makes the vast majority of people around rise a sense of unpredictable prudence.
The surrounding sword stands like a forest, and it is very sparse.
Ichiro Ikeda looked up at this sword forest and his eyes narrowed slightly. "Who are you?"
"Bu Jingyun"
The man with long hair and curly hair put his hands around his chest and said, "Draw your sword" lukewarm.
Ichiro Ikeda has heard of this man. Since he pays attention to the peerless sword, he will naturally pay attention to some masters of Jianzong.
But it was not until the real meeting that he discovered the image of Bu Jingyun. He had imagined the difference in his mind.