"Brother Xiao, is it okay? Bai Lang is also quick-witted. He is inevitably a little arrogant under the King of Dao."

Seeing Xiao Chen pondering silently, it seemed that it was indeed the first time he heard this. Feng Xingsheng asked nervously, afraid that the other party would be angry, so he really went to make a big tea party.

Xiao Chen took out the invitation and smiled and said, "This is indeed the first time I have heard this, but I already have the invitation in my hand. If you don't mind, I will go on the road with Brother Feng."

Seeing this, Feng Xingsheng breathed a sigh of relief: "Of course I won't mind. It would be a blessing to attend this tea party with Brother Xiao."

There was endless crowds on the streets, and warriors dressed in swordsmen walked towards Tianding Square in the city. At this moment, everyone in Tianding City was running towards the same point.

The influence of the tea party can be seen in a quick glance.

The huge Tianding Square was decorated and filled with flowers fighting for beauty. The crowd was surging, and the warriors from the lord's mansion personally led the way and treated them to make everything orderly without any confusion.

Above the square, there are many courtyards and fountains, and from time to time, three or two friends gather together, sitting on the ground, or gathering in the attic, tasting tea and talking about the tales, sharing experiences, and holding their own treasure swords aside.

There are also merchants who set up stalls on the spot, selling all the products related to the knife, such as sword soul soldiers, secrets, and ores.

The whole scene was very lively and laughter continued.

Xiao Chen couldn't help but feel a little admiration for Bai Lang. It is not easy to hold such a grand event to arrange everything in an orderly manner.

"Brother Xiao, this is the periphery of Tianding Square. It looks lively, but there are no experts. The real tea party was arranged in the center of the square. You can't enter without invitations."

Feng Xingsheng said, summoned a maid and handed the invitation to the other party.

Xiao Chen followed suit and handed the invitation to the maid.

The pretty maid checked it and smiled happily, "Two distinguished guests, please follow me."

In the periphery, they walked through many tightly guarded checkpoints and carefully checked the invitations several times, and successfully entered the center of the square.

In that open land, on the high platform, eighteen stone pillars carved by ancient swordsmen penetrated straight into the sky, apart a hundred meters, standing upright in an arc of moonlight.

It is said that these eighteen stone pillars were not carved by later generations, but were the strange phenomena of heaven and earth that arose after the eighteen sword kings ascended to the emperor, which was the same as the Thunder Emperor Valley in the Sky Realm.

There are elegant wooden tables on the high platform, and the guests who came first are ready.

There were not many visitors, but only thirty or forty people, but none of them were all young, the best swordsmen, and their respective sword intents had reached a very high level.

One by one, one by one, one by one, and one by one, the sword is intent as if it is real, and the sound of weapons interchanging is crisp and clear.

Under the eighteen stone pillars, there is a long wooden table under the center of the stone pillar, which is only one person, with gorgeous clothes, jade belts, and pearls and jade stones inlaid with pearls and jade stones. His handsome appearance has a natural nobleness.

I think this person is Bai Lang, the young lord of Tianding City. However, in the seat next to him, it was empty. Wen Ziran did not show up.

After walking through the hundreds of steps, Xiao Chen and Feng Xingsheng climbed to the high platform at the same time.

"Welcome to the full moon building to the full moon building, Xiao Chen, Haotian Sect, and the two young men, come to the tea party."

Under the high platform, a servant read out the identities of Xiao Chen and Feng Xingsheng according to the names on the invitation.

There was a lot of commotion in all directions. Bai Lang raised his eyebrows and looked at Xiao Chen, but then left.

A handsome and well-behaved maid came forward and led Xiao Chen and Feng Xingsheng to a wooden table, serving a lot of vintage and zero fruits, exquisite snacks and high-quality tea.

Xiao Chen took the cup and sipped it lightly, with a hint of satisfaction on his face.

Although he didn't know much about tea, he could feel the value of tea from the fragrance of his mouth and the cool air that spreads everywhere in his body after the tea entered his body.

Looking at the spiritual fruit on the table, Xiao Chen was walking. With a brief glance, he could see that the medicine was less than three thousand years old, which was a real big deal.

"Strange, strange, Young City Lord, you didn't say that someone is just a swordsman, but not a swordsman. How come today is the grand event of swordsman that has happened every ten years?"

As soon as Xiao Chen sat down, a brave man was on the verge of good things and directly took the blame.

This person's face was pale and pale, and there was a slight cold voice in his voice, and he was dead. He looked like a member of the ghost clan.

Feng Xingsheng frowned and explained: "This man is called Jiang Chengzi. There are few sword-practice warriors in the ghost clan. They specialize in the death sword art. They are very impressive. They have formed the prototype of the sword soul and the sword intention is very exquisite."

Xiao Chen glanced at it briefly and found that the swordsmen who were working as a sword intent had at least achieved great success, and there were not many people with 90% of sword intent, but not many people formed the prototype of the sword soul.

Feng Xingsheng beside him, and the other one is Jiang Chengzi. Bai Lang on the stage is like himself, hiding deeply, and outsiders cannot detect their sword intent.

Bai Lang said lightly: "I gave him an invitation to a friend, but what I said remains the same. The swordsman has no sword in his hand, and no matter how famous his reputation is, he is nothing but a sign of a swordsman."

Xiao Chen curled his lips and showed a playful smile on his face. This was really direct, showing his noble, cold and aloofness.

Holding Feng Xingsheng who wanted to speak for himself, Xiao Chen smiled and didn't argue. He came here just to see if, after April, he would have any opponents on the Dao Zongbing and he didn't like him, so he didn't have to struggle to argue.

Jiang Chengzi heard this and stopped talking. He just looked at Xiao Chen, but he still seemed quite unkind. He didn't know where Xiao Chen offended the swordsman of the ghost clan.

Bai Lang shook his glass to Feng Xingsheng and said, "Brother Feng has become famous when he was young. In his early years, he was also known as the first sword of the young people in the Tianwu Domain. Today I am willing to come here to enjoy my face. I will use tea instead of wine to toast you."

"Brother Bai, be polite." Feng Xingsheng quickly spoke.

Bai Lang continued, "Brother Jiang just now, I have communicated with you some of his experience in practicing the Death Sword Path. Since Brother Feng is here, I will explain the sword path I have learned to you for your fellow practitioners."

The first process of tea party is to discuss the teachings based on tea, exchange experiences, and make progress together. Fengxing naturally will not refuse. Put down the tea cup and start talking about the sword of the wind that you have practiced.

"The wind has a violent wind, a gentle breeze, a warm spring breeze, a bone-thrusting cold breeze. Each different wind has many changes. You can drill into one point, take only one, and practice it to the peak, and you can be proud of all directions. If you are talented and magnanimous, you can also incorporate all the changing winds into your own sword techniques..."

Feng Xingsheng talked about his own practice of Feng Zhidao, and was not stingy. He shared all his experiences, talked in a slight manner, and spoke in eloquently. At the same time, he also made his doubts and confusion public and found answers.

When talking about swords, the atmosphere was good. People asked from time to time, and even gave new insights with a flash of inspiration. Bai Lang listened very seriously and expressed his own opinions on some of the confusions raised by Feng Xingsheng.

Such an atmosphere made Xiao Chen immerse himself in it and he sounded intently.

"good!"

After Feng Xingsheng finished speaking, Bai Lang, who was sitting in the middle, took the lead in high-fives, and the applause of others rang out.

I have to say that Feng Xingsheng’s sword art is indeed exquisite, with a shiny feeling and many insights.

Next, a few people talked about the sword skills they had learned between cups and cups. Although they were not as wonderful as Feng Xingsheng, they were unique and had highlights.

No one sarcastic sarcasm said when he was a swordsman. Instead, he put forward his own opinions and supplemented the other party's swordsmanship.

During the conversation, you can hear the crisp sound of the knife, which sounded like a piano around, which was beautiful and beautiful. The sword wind overflowed and blew by, and the sharp sword intent filled the entire platform.

The group was full of young talents and young talents. They were so energetic and unable to stop them, and their sword intentions filled the way, which led to such a strange scene.

The sound of swords was constantly rumbling, as if someone was fighting in the void, and the swordsman talked about.

The ancient swordsmen carved on the eighteen towering stone pillars seemed to be listening with vivid eyes, as if they had come alive.

In the following time, many people came one after another, and two extraordinary figures also understood the prototype of the sword soul.

The two are Lin Yan and Dugu Jue, who are disciples of the King of Flame Sword and the King of Thunder and Lightning Sword, and are quite famous.

The King of Flame Sword and the King of Thunder and Lightning Sword are both kings and the names also contain the word "King of Swords" in their names, but because of Wu Xiaotian's existence, they dare not directly call themselves with the word "King of Swords".

The one who dares to speak out about the King of Swords in the world is Wu Xiaotian, who is unique, and he is the strongest person at the peak of the sword.

At the invitation of Bai Lang, the two began to talk about swords one after another, and they also talked generously about the sword skills they had learned.

It can be clearly felt that the two of them had a higher understanding of their swords than Feng Xingsheng. When talking about swords, they even appeared with thunder and flames, and the thick sword intent spread out, suppressing the sword intent of the other young heroes present.

It makes people feel secretly admired.

After the two finished speaking, everyone clapped their high-highs at the same time, and the applause converged. The knife intent of the air scattered formed an exciting tune that echoed and never dispersed for a long time.

When it reached the periphery of Tianding Square, many swordsmen who came from all over the world couldn't help but turn their heads and look up, and a feeling of yearning arises in their hearts.

"Young City Lord, most of the people present have said it, so you can talk about it too. The subordinates of the King of Dao must be well-known, so it will open my eyes." Someone suggested with a smile.

Bai Lang smiled faintly, put down the teacup, acted elegantly, and said softly: "It's not a matter of opening your eyes or not. Bai, like you, only talks about his own experience."
Chapter completed!