"The seventh style of the Star Breaking Sword, you are from the Nalan family. This sword is less powerful." Ling Qi looked at the sword that was slashing towards him, sighed helplessly, with golden light in his eyes, pointing at the opponent's long sword sword, breaking its forward momentum. Looking at the boy in black who was bowing to leave, Ling Qi said to the crowd ahead with a little provocation: "Who is the next one?"

Wan Jianshan's suppression of realm magic allowed Ling Qi's idea to be implemented. When he put it outside, a boy from the third realm dared to speak wildly in front of these people, he would probably be able to corpse the scene. However, if he only discussed the sword moves, it would be easy to find the flaws of the opponent's sword moves under the analysis of his flawless body and the Taishang Demon. Ling Qi was actually a little nervous inside. If a sword-cultivating person really came up, he would probably not get the effect he wanted.

At the foot of the mountain, a woman in white sat in the pavilion at the foot of the mountain. Looking at the monk outside the pavilion who wanted to ask for some explanation, she took a sip of tea and said calmly: "Wanjianshan asked about swords, it is a common thing. If you are not as skilled as others, then go down the mountain to practice. If you want to take advantage of the momentum to suppress others, please go back." After that, she didn't care about the reaction of the people outside the pavilion. She looked at a young man blocking the road on the mountain and shook his head, picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Ling Qi looked at the man in front of him holding an invisible weapon in his right hand and said with a strange look: "If your method is just such a trick, please go back."

"Song Ci, come and ask about the sword." The man looked at the slightly rude boy in front of him, shook his head without caring, and said calmly.

The golden light appeared in Ling Qi's eyes, but he only blurred that the man was holding a heavy sword in his hand. Then he took back his strange thoughts and replied seriously as a response. The man set out the sword, and the sword was not fast, but Ling Qi's pupils were a bit solemn. This was a sword that took advantage of the momentum. If he could not break the sword move at the first time, he would be pressed by the heavy sword move so that he could no longer resist.

However, such a sword still couldn't achieve the effect he wanted. Ling Qi sighed softly in his heart, then pointed forward, and took the initiative to raise the ball. As the opponent's heavy sword that could not see clearly was broken and hidden, the victory and defeat had already come out. The man looked at the young man who still had no sword in front of him, sighed and took back the sword in his hand. He looked at the little guy who was tidying up his clothes and bowing to him, and left without saying a word.

"How many are this?"

"The eighth one was broken by reference swords. This young man didn't ask about the sword at all. He wanted others to never take the sword again!"

"The ones on the list have not taken action yet. If they were the ones on the sword list, how would this young man deal with it?"

“…”

Ling Qi listened to the onlookers' discussions, and although he felt that this action was too conspicuous, he saw the bright swordsman behind him and breathed a sigh of relief and looked ahead. He did not ask Ling Qi to wait too long. This time he came a man wearing a purple gold robe with a long sword on his back. He was obviously a heavy sword, but against the man's burly figure, it looked like a short sword.

The man walked forward slowly. As he stepped out step by step, the long sword behind him slowly unsheathed. A huge pressure made the onlookers around him breathlessly and took a few steps back. Ling Qi, who was in the center of the pressure, was even more pressed and cracked in the bluestone under his feet.

The person Ling Qi recognized was the waterfall and fire of the sword list. He only used one sword to press all the twenty-seven sword moves of his family's sword technique into his own pace, and finally turned them into sword force to suppress people. These are the introductions mentioned in the sword list about him, but Ling Qi felt the man's forward steps, and the golden light in his eyes was so grand. Looking at the opponent's legs for a long time, he felt a little clear in his heart. What the sword list said was still a little blurry. This is not a sword move into the pace, but this step is clearly a sword move!

"What sword is this?" Ling Qi asked slowly at the man who was less than fifty meters away from him. The man's face did not change, but nodded and replied, "The 19th Sword, you are the second person to see my sword technique. I lost this game."

Ling Qi looked at the man who stopped and took back his sword and wiped the cold sweat from his head. Ling Qi was actually gambled, and the man who betted did not want to show his sword moves too much. Ling Qi won the bet, and looked at the man who bowed and left, and recalled that if the man had really unsheathed his sword just now, he would at least have to end up seriously.

Looking at the onlookers who were quiet around, Ling Qi felt a little excited. If no one went to fight, his sword-questioning performance would be half successful. Just as he watched the crowds in the distance make a way out, Ling Qi could only suppress the uneasiness in his heart and calmly looked at the distance and pretended to be a master.

The woman who appeared in front of Ling Qi was a familiar woman, a little confused, but she still said respectfully: "Senior Sister."

Looking at the young junior brother in front of him, the woman had a little relief on her face, but she still refused to spare this guy who likes to cause trouble: "Little junior brother, if you want to practice with you, do you dare to agree?"

"I dare not, senior sister, please don't make things difficult for me." Ling Qi sighed softly in his heart. He could naturally break the sword of his senior sister with the Supreme Demon Transformation. However, Ruozhen gave her face in front of everyone, and he was sure that this woman really dared to hang herself up and beat him up.

The woman had a little relief in her eyes, then she found a corner to sit down, looked at Ling Qi in front of the hall, took out a bag of snacks, and smiled and said, "Since my junior brother is so proud of my senior sister, then I will help you. Xia Qinghan outside helped you make up for an agreement that the age of attacking you should not be greater than fifty years old, so you will win so easily. But..."

"If you like to talk, don't watch the fun here if you don't talk." Ling Qi didn't spoil this senior sister who likes to joke with her at all. Of course, this is because the snacks in her hand were provided to her. But is Senior Sister Xia actually accompanying her with her crazy? She really hasn't paid off her debts and added new debts.

The senior sister was not angry either. She just bit the pastry in her mouth, licked the debris on her fingers with her tongue, and said in a voice: "Do you know which sword cultivator in this generation is the opponent that others call the least you want to see?"

"Isn't that the one from Wen Qingfeng who came to me?"

"Yes, that person who saw you ask about the sword on Wanjian Mountain under the name of the sect, was a little itchy. He should have reached the foot of Wanjian Mountain." The eldest sister was a little gloating in her words. Unexpectedly, the little guy with a special physique had grown to this point. I just don't know if that person would show mercy to the younger brother in a while!

Ling Qi secretly complained in his heart, was it because he didn't read the almanac? Didn't he say that he had been practicing on the battlefield all the time, how could he get the news today? Looking at the woman who was eating pastries and watching a show in the corner, Ling Qi probably knew the initiator of the incident. Looking at the senior sister who had never stopped talking, Ling Qi begged helplessly: "Senior sister, senior sister, senior sister..."

"Stop, stop, stop, snacks for three months, otherwise it would be better if you just roll around now." The woman looked at the boy who was really planning to come over and disturb her purity and cursed in anger.

"Three months is too much, one month."

"There is nothing to talk about. I'll ask for more blessings."

"I have a kind of food here, you've never seen it before. How about changing it?"

"What did you do?"

“I made it.”

"Transaction." Ling Qi was a little surprised that his senior sister actually let him go. Is the senior sister so relieved about his skills? He struggled in his heart whether to drug the medicine. After thinking about it, he gave up this ridiculous idea and threw a package at the senior sister in the corner.

Ling Qi was still worried about whether someone would stop the package, but saw the eldest sister coughing, and the onlooker who was a few feet away from her took a step back more than ten steps, and the package fell into the woman's hands. Seeing these retreatment towards her senior sister, Ling Qi suddenly became curious about how famous she was.

Seeing the woman opening the package and looking at the food inside, Ling Qi suddenly felt a chill. The woman's eyes flashed in her eyes when she looked at the food, and then a command reached Ling Qi's mind: "One a day."

"Sister Sister, didn't you say the deal?"

"I'll go up now!"

"It's too long a day, I'll make one for at most ten days."

"Ten days are too long."

"Sister Sister, don't be too overdoing your life."

"Is it the only one I have?"

"Of course." Ling Qi naturally seemed to be right and did not dare to tell his senior sister that the food was made by the third senior sister's hand. Of course, it would be the first to taste it.

The senior sister bit her little bit her mouth, then pinched her skills in her hand, and passed on some memory scenes to the young man standing in front of the hall gate.

In the picture, there was a white-clothed sword cultivator who could not see clearly. He destroyed a demon city alone and killed three thousand with one sword. Ling Qi's eyes were full of disbelief. Is this really necessary to compete with him? He looked at the Changming Sword behind him, and recalled the power of the sword. He sighed in his heart. Looking at the senior sister who was covering her mouth and laughing, he asked nervously: "Senior Sister, what level is this person."

"Don't worry, Immortals don't have the time to pay attention to you, a young man like you. If I hadn't missed a few words last time, this person would have returned to the ancient battlefield." Listening to this woman who didn't think she had done anything wrong, Ling Qi felt a headache. I knew that his senior sister was a troublemaker. Wan Jian said casually, and now she came to the door and said she missed it again.

"Young junior brother, that one is here, fight hard, don't embarrass senior sister."
Chapter completed!