Three cups of sword wine later, a melodious sound of the qin suddenly rang out, gentle and graceful, long and moving.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, and they saw a stunningly beautiful woman in a white dress playing the qin as she flew over them from above, gracefully landing on the high platform.
Following her were thirty women in white, also flying in from all directions…
They danced with long swords of different shapes and colors in their hands, their steps as light as a startled deer, their swords like swirling flowers, weaving and dancing on the platform, displaying their beauty and grace, dazzling the eyes.
“What a wonderful dance!”
Bai Li Dong Jun, who was slightly tipsy, looked at the high platform, his eyes becoming hazy.
“This is the National Player, Luo Yan Lu of the Heavenly Revelation Wind and Flow Sect. She is also the sister of Luo Xuan, truly a master of both the qin and the flute…”
Wen Hu Jiu snatched the wine jug from Bai Li Dong Jun, poured himself a mouthful, and said, “Don’t drink so much, you’ll get drunk!”
“Elder Wen is praising us too much…”
Luo Xuan smiled humbly, “Our Luo family just knows a little about music.”
When the music ended, the women in white threw their swords to the ground, their sword tips slightly piercing the high platform, and then they stepped back. Only a young woman, the youngest of them all, remained. She said in a clear voice, “The Mountain Sword has been presented to all…”
“Please take your swords!”
After the young woman spoke, everyone’s eyes first converged on the six tables on the upper platform, to be precise, the two tables belonging to the unrivaled Wushuang City, the number one martial city in the world!
They had once taken all the swords from the Sword Testing Tournament, making many swordsmen feel awe. It was unknown if they would be as domineering this time as they were when they last visited the Mingjian Mountain Villa…
“Don’t worry…”
Facing everyone’s gaze, an elderly man with white hair and beard from Wushuang City stood up and smiled, “Our Wushuang City is only here to seek one sword!”
“So many people, just for one sword?!”
“Looks like this person holds an important position in Wushuang City!”
“If that’s the case, he probably wouldn’t look at the Mountain Sword, then I can try!”
“I’ll try too!”
“…”
After a flurry of discussions, six or seven swordsmen from the Jianghu leaped up and onto the platform, vying for the swords.
“Cheng Yu, one of the Nine Elders of Wushuang City, personally accompanies someone to take a sword, interesting…”
Wen Hu Jiu glanced over, curiously observing the people at the Wushuang City table, his gaze finally landing on a tall and thin young man. He showed a look of realization, “So, it’s the Natural Sword Embryo!”
“What is a Sword Embryo?” Bai Li Dong Jun asked.
“It means someone born to practice swordsmanship. Some people can’t grasp the essentials after practicing a set of sword techniques for dozens of times, while he only needs to see it once…”
Wen Hu Jiu sighed, “Such a person, at such a young age, has already attained extraordinary swordsmanship, he has the potential of a Sword Immortal!”
His voice wasn’t loud, but the people on the upper platform were all of extraordinary cultivation, so they naturally heard Wen Hu Jiu’s exclamation.
“His sword intent is restrained but not released. This kid is not simple either!”
Elder Cheng Yu also glanced at their table, his gaze falling on Ye Feng, his brows slightly furrowed.
“Elder, which one are you talking about?”
The tall and thin young man also glanced at Ye Feng and the others, his face showing confusion.
His cultivation wasn’t high enough to sense Ye Feng’s restrained Great River Sword Intent, but his ears were sharp, and he heard the other person’s words.
“Born to practice swordsmanship? Then Ye Xiong should be a Natural Sword Embryo too, right?”
Bai Li Dong Jun asked curiously.
“I’m not.”
Ye Feng shook his head in denial.
“Oh?!”
When those words came out, Lei Meng Sha looked surprised, rubbing his eyes and looking at Ye Feng again, he chuckled, “I’m not drunk, am I?”
“You little rascal, you can be humble too?”
“It’s not really humility…”
Ye Feng smiled calmly, “Didn’t I tell you? I’m a celestial being from the heavens, I just happened to fall to the mortal world.”
“Oh, I get it.”
Lei Meng Sha, his mind clouded with alcohol, nodded in understanding, without giving it much thought, “You little rascal, you’re a Natural Sword Immortal…”
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“Shut up!”
Wen Hu Jiu almost choked on his wine, glared fiercely at Lei Meng Sha, and said, “I should have poisoned you mute!”
Lei Meng Sha: “(⊙?⊙)?!”
“Uncle, I think…”
Bai Li Dong Jun was already five parts drunk, just as he was about to say something else, Wen Hu Jiu covered his mouth, “Shut up, they are going to charge at us in a moment, Uncle… ”
Wen Hu Jiu sensed the unkind gazes around him and abruptly changed his tune, “Uncle can only use poison!”
‘Hiss’!
In an instant, a sound of gasps filled the air.
【Ding! From…】
“Then, thank you, Elder Wen.”
Hearing the system’s prompts in his mind, Ye Feng couldn’t help but chuckle. It seems that the system’s emotional value will be collected as long as it is related to me…
“You two, don’t cause trouble…”
Wen Hu Jiu felt dejected. Why did they have to come to this Sword Testing Tournament? Wouldn’t it be better to just return to Qian Dong City?!
While everyone was chatting, the competition for the swords of the High Mountain had already ended. Then the melodious sound of the qin rang out again.
This time, the qin music was more stirring and majestic than before. Just listening to the sound, people could feel the vastness of the ocean, the grand waves crashing against each other, and the tumultuous waves.
As Luo Yan Lu plucked the strings, her right hand gently swept across them. As a long sword flew out from beneath the qin, a handsome man in white leaped up from the platform below, catching the long sword and starting to dance with it.
“A sword hidden beneath the qin, exquisite!”
Bai Li Dong Jun exclaimed in admiration. Then he saw Luo Yan Lu playing the qin and drawing her sword on the stage. In one piece, ten Cang Hai swords flew out in succession. Finally, like before, their sword tips pierced the platform, and they all leaped back down.
Cang Hai was different from Gao Shan. These ten swords each had their own names, which made the audience below look at them with burning eyes.
“Are there any you like?”
Wen Hu Jiu asked his nephew, “With Uncle’s mastery of swordsmanship, he can grab one of the Cang Hai swords for you!”
“Mr. Wen…”
The young swordsmith who led everyone earlier suddenly spoke up, “Swords are meant to be taken by oneself!”
“If I take the sword and give it to him, is that against the rules?”
Wen Hu Jiu looked up at him.
“In the past few times, there have been those who did this, but they were not very obvious…”
The swordsmith smiled, “But you, Mr. Wen, are not a swordsman. If you take a second-grade sword, it will be too ostentatious…”
“Is a Poison Swordsman not a swordsman?”
Wen Hu Jiu rolled his eyes and glanced around, shaking his head, “Sigh, but if my nephew goes up, he will definitely be beaten to a pulp…”
“I see that this young brother has an extraordinary aura…”
The swordsmith smiled and turned to Ye Feng, “He can try!”
“Me?”
Ye Feng took a sip of wine and chuckled softly, “To tell you the truth…”
“I don’t fancy the Cang Hai swords.”
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【Ding! From…】
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