Hearing these words, everyone around him changed their faces slightly, and they took a few steps away, not wanting to be involved. Although their qualifications are far superior to ordinary people, they are mostly casual cultivators after all, so how dare they compete with the Prime Minister of Chu?

As for those direct disciples who came out of first-class sects, although they were not afraid of the temples of the ordinary country, they were too lazy to care about these trivial matters. After all, they came today to see the rumored sword leader of the world and did not want to make trouble.

Wei Yuan raised his eyebrows and chuckled, "Prime Minister of Chu?"

I remember that before Lu Qiu died, this official position seemed to be no different from the Imperial Horse Prison in your State of Chu."

"presumptuous!"

The young man with a chair in Taishan was so angry that he was filled with smoke. This country boy dared to compare his grandfather with the eunuch who raised horses. How disrespectful it was.

But no matter how angry he was, this young master would not dare to do too outrageous actions in the Imperial College of Haoguo. After all, the current Haoguo is no longer comparable. The army of one million and one hundred thousand is enough to shake the foundation of Chu. Besides, there is a Wei Jianshou who has great kindness and virtue to the royal family of Chu. Not to mention the prime minister of his ancestors, even the royal family members would not dare to kill people in this Imperial College.

When the young master thought of this, he was immediately deflated, but he was unwilling to be at a disadvantage. He glared at the angrily man in front of him and suddenly saw a good sword hanging around his waist. He sneered, "If you can't kill someone, you have to get some face."

"Boy, seeing that your sword is good, I will stop pursuing your disrespectful words!"

The young master shook the folding fan in his hand, with a lonely expression on his face, as if he had given the country boy in front of him a great blessing.

Hearing this, Wei Yuan looked down at the sword-like Ruziniu on his waist, chuckled and untied it.

"You said this?

This is indeed a rare good sword, and I like it very much."

As he said that, Wei Yuan handed the Ruziniu to the young master, "Do you really want it that way?"

The Ruzi Niu is a rare growth magic weapon in the sky and the ground. Its temperament is naturally unique, and its appearance is handsome and unique. Compared with the swords that princes and nobles usually hang for elegance, they are even more incredible how many levels they are. The playboy who saw it fell in love at first sight.

Thinking that such a handsome long sword was about to belong to him, the young master was suddenly excited, and his anger disappeared for most of his just now. He raised his hand to grab the Ruziniu, and said, "I don't know what the name of such a beautiful sword is?"

"Ruzi Niu!"

Wei Yuan spoke lightly.

The sound was not loud, but at the moment when the word "Ruzi Niu" was passed on, the entire Dayuping suddenly fell into silence. No, to be precise, it was silence. The original noise and noise disappeared at that moment, and everyone turned their heads and looked at it with shock and incredible expressions.

The man, who claimed to be the son of the Minister of War of Chu and the grandson of the prime minister, also had a "brush" and his raised hands were frozen in the inch in front of the Ruzi Niu. He kept trembling and never dared to move forward even a little.

The name Ruziniu may not be well-known to the world before, but since Wei Yuan was born, his famous sword that he seized from the Lord of Beishan Mountain with the name of the sword head can be said to be known to everyone.

There is only one person who can hold a ox in the world, and there is probably no one in the territory of Haoguo yet. Thinking of this, the young master looked up stiffly and looked at Wei Yuan who was holding the sword in horror. He swallowed and asked, "I dare to ask you..." "My name is Wei Yuan!"

Wei Yuan's tone was still as plain as water, without any turbulence.

But at the moment when he reported himself to his house, everyone present took a breath of air conditioning, which was reasonable and unexpectedly, and then he couldn't help but look at the poor man who was trying to be a vain to pay attention to the murderer.

This young master has a strong backing. If you meet someone, even if you meet a young man from the second-rank Dayuan family of Haoguo, it will be true. It’s a pity that you say you might offend anyone, but you just want to step on the head of Wei Jian, who can be said to be a hand covering the sky in Haoguo. Isn’t this a mouse licking the cat’s butt, and the old man who picks up the feces knocks on the door, looking for death?

The young man obviously knew his current situation, his face was as white as wax, and he didn't have the courage to take the sword that made him fall in love with at first sight.

"Do you still want the sword?"

Wei Yuan raised his eyebrows and asked this question inappropriately.

want?

No, who in the world dares to seize the sword from your old man?

Even the strong man in the immortal realm does not have the courage, let alone him, a mere sixth-grade minion.

Wei Yuan's words were like the last straw that broke the camel's back. The young man who had a good identity in the eyes of outsiders suddenly collapsed. Then he sat on the ground, crying loudly, and he couldn't stop him. He offended Wei Jianshou. Not to mention him, he might even burn all the glory that implicated his ancestors.

Even if the empress was merciful, she did not make things difficult for the family. If her family knew that he was trying to seize the ox, she would probably have to interrupt his hands and feet and expel him from the house and ignore him again.

He suddenly recalled the words his father had told him on weekdays that he was disdainful, who were outside the mountains and mountains, and what was the sinister world of the world, and people's hearts were not old. Looking back now, it was true that the world outside the imperial city of Chu was really dangerous. The first time he went out far away, he actually made such a big mistake, and he might even lose his life because of it. Thinking of this, the crying louder.

Seeing that he did not take the sword, Wei Yuan sat down and cried, as if he was a little impatient to wait. He took the ox back and hung it around his waist again. Then he frowned slightly, "Take him out."

Without further ado, several monks immediately rushed to the crying young master and walked outside the Imperial College.

Wei Yuan turned his head and continued to walk towards the high platform. This time, the crowd in front of him quickly made way for a wide road. The eyes of the people in the audience moved with him. He walked slowly, his steps neither fast nor slow, neither light nor heavy, but every step seemed to step on the hearts of everyone present.

After Wei Yuan walked onto the high platform, Liu Anzhi and Wu Xuezhen consciously moved away from the center.

He stood up slowly, then looked around Dayuping and said softly in front of everyone, "I won't say much. I'm not optimistic about my cultivation qualifications, so just leave by yourself."

For a moment, everyone looked at each other, and then dozens of figures with their heads drooping out of the crowd and left Dayuping.

"In a few days, I will take you to a place. Maybe you will not be able to come back in a long time, or maybe you may not be able to come back until you die. If you have any concerns, please leave."

After the group of people left, Wei Yuan spoke again.
Chapter completed!