Jian Tan narrowed his eyes slightly and looked Zhao Yu up and down.

Since the fall of the Sword God, there should be no such innocent sword heart in the world.

But today, he happened to see it again...

"Okay, it seems that all the invitees have arrived."

When Aotian saw Bu Jingyun come in, his eyes suddenly lit up, but he glanced at Meng standing next to Zhao Yu.

At the same time, a trace of anger flashed in Zhao Yu's eyes.

This guy really thinks he has a long life and dares to dream...

"What...are you going to do?"

At this time, Bu Jingyun had quietly walked up to one of the soy sauce characters.

His expression was as cold as ever, but his eyes full of lifeless eyes were staring at the person sitting in front of him.

"roll!"

Bu Jingyun uttered one word in a cold voice.

Of the original seats present, only the one at the end was left.

According to the invitation sent out by Baijian Villa, the number of people corresponds to the seats here.

Bu Jingyun naturally couldn't sit in the last position, so he went directly to the first position on the right.

"How can this be..."

Rumble!

When the man saw that Bu Jingyun had such a precious sword, he was naturally furious.

However, before the words left his mouth, his whole body was blown away by a strong force.

Aotian, the host on the side, just looked at the unlucky guy flying out and sneered, ignoring it.

Bu Jingyun swiftly took the first seat on the right.

"Son..."

Meng first glanced at the last position, and then glanced at the people present.

She naturally knew that Zhao Yu would definitely not sit at the bottom of the table.

Zhao Yu waved his hand, and then kept staring at Jian Tan, who was sitting in the second seat on the left, and sneered again and again.

At first, no one noticed anything.

But after a while, as Jian Tan stood up slowly, everyone looked at the young man who followed Bu Jingyun and came uninvited strangely.

"You're so old, and you still can't tell what your facial features are!"

Zhao Yu walked to the place where Jian Tan was sitting. Before sitting down, he said calmly to Jian Tan, who was getting out of the way.

Jian Tan's palms clenched tightly in an instant, but in an instant, they relaxed as if something had happened.

Immediately under the horrified eyes of everyone, Jian Tan sat at the bottom seat minding his own business.

Looking at Jian Tan who remained silent, Zhao Yu felt somewhat bored.

Even the emperor must have a reason to find trouble.

Although I was thinking about the secret skill of Jian Tan, I still had to have a reasonable reason to get it.

After all, we are not robbers, but officials of the new dynasty!

"Okay, now that everyone is here, let's take a look at this peerless sword that I spent hundreds of years at the Sword Worship Villa to forge!"

Aotian stood up and clapped his hands with pride.

Immediately, a sword slave from the Sword Worship Villa came forward and lifted up a red cloth placed among the crowd.

On the sword platform, a black sword with a cold light flashing appeared in front of everyone.

The people present, except for Zhao Yu, Bu Jingyun, Jian Tan and Ao Tian, ​​all took a deep breath and stared at the black sword in front of them with burning eyes.

This sword, which looks extraordinary, is actually just a forged weapon at the Jianjian Villa.

Bu Jingyun's biological father was an ancient swordsmith, and he himself had come into contact with many magical weapons, so he could naturally see the clues at a glance.

Swordsman has read countless famous swords in the world, so of course his eyesight cannot be underestimated.

Not to mention Zhao Yu, he even knows the origin of the peerless sword, let alone such a fake?

Anyone present who has a higher level of cultivation and vision can see it at a glance.

"Hey, since you are so polite, I will test the sword for you first!"

Among them, a big man sitting in the third position on the right suddenly jumped up and headed towards the black sword in the middle.

The few remaining little-known guys couldn't sit still anymore and swayed towards the black sword.

"Mu Long, put down the peerless sword!!"

Just when the big man held the peerless sword in his hand, before he could be happy, a flash of sword light came from the right.

Immediately, my wrist felt cold, followed by severe pain.

When he reacted, the right hand that had been holding the peerless sword was cut off in a row.

"Haha, the best sword has come into my possession. From now on, the world of swordsmanship... ah?!"

Before the man could finish talking, his arm had been chopped off from behind by another man.

The best sword has not yet been born, but the killing has already begun.

After burning the incense, a man covered in blood clutched the black sword in his hand and stood up unsteadily among the corpses.

"My...mine is still mine after all!"

The man's face was covered in blood, but his expression was almost crazy.

Swish, brush, brush!

As he stood up, three sharp sword energies struck him.

The man subconsciously raised the peerless sword in his hand.

But don't want to...

The peerless sword in his hand was suddenly disconnected from the middle position.

"No...no, how is this possible?!"

The man stared blankly at the dagger in his hand, his face full of disbelief.

In front of him, a handsome young man stood in front of him holding a sword.

"On the journey of swordsmanship, we must adhere to it and be single-minded. How can we be attached to external things?"

This young man not only looks handsome, but also speaks with a gentle and refined aura.

"Hero Sword?!"

Everyone was confused, except for the sword demon beside Aotian, who suddenly stood up.

He recognized the sword in the young man's hand at a glance.

"Who are you, and why is the Hero Sword in your hand?"

The sword demon took a step forward and stared at the handsome young man with a wary face.

In the martial arts myth Wuming was defeated by the madman Jin Yiwei.

This matter has become known to everyone in the world.

but……

Is the defeated Wuming not a martial arts myth?

You know, before that madman appeared, Wuming's position in the world could not be shaken by anyone.

Even the ten sects in the early years were not all defeated by young Wuming?

For this kind of thing, it depends on who you want to compare with.

Compared with them, even the defeated Wuming is still a top expert.

And Wuming's defeat at the hands of that madman from Jinyiwei was not a strange thing.

After all, not everyone can kill six thousand six immortals with a single thought...

"The proud owner of the village."

The young man first raised his fists at Aotian, who was sitting on the master's seat, and then said to the sword demon next to Aotian: "Jianchen, Wuming is my master!"

Hiss...

Upon hearing Jian Chen's self-introduction, everyone took a sharp breath of air.

The personal disciple of the martial arts myth and the successor of the heroic sword!

These two titles were enough to make the swordsmen with their eyes high above their heads smile at the young man in front of them.

And just when those people were surprised, Bu Jingyun, who was sitting in the first row, glanced at the expressionless Zhao Yu with a strange expression.

Even he, the god of death who never cries, is thinking secretly in his heart at this moment.
Chapter completed!