"Hahahahahaha!"

The one laughing was none other than Luo Feiyu.

Different from the sinister laughter just now, this kind of laughter was very wild and unflattering, as if he was laughing wantonly. Long Tunhai picked up the Three Dragon Sword and put it back into its sheath, feeling a little uncomfortable with Luo Feiyu's sudden change.

, frowned and said: "Why are you laughing?"

Luo Feiyu put his hands on his hips and raised his head slightly, "Do you want to know what the sword move I just used was?"

Long Tunhai's interest was aroused and he asked: "What is it?"

"Sitting alone in Youhuang, playing the piano and roaring loudly. It was the Youhuang Sword Whisper created by a former poet, Buddha, Qin, and sword. The sword's power was like a scream." Luo Feiyu laughed.

After a while, "And what I just used is called 'Ming Yue Shining, Repeating Long Roar', which can activate the sword energy trapped in you. However, this sword has no sharp edge and is meaningful. At most, it can only crack your body."

Clothes cannot cause you physical pain!"

The sword power of Daqing can tear clothes apart. It is frightening at first glance. It turns out that it is just a bluff and does not pose a real threat! Long Tunhai's face became more and more ugly. He just wanted to say a few words to the descendants of the aristocratic family who are rich in etiquette.

The exclusive curse word "This is unreasonable", Luo Feiyu suddenly came up and said seriously: "But there is something I don't understand."

Long Tunhai was stunned, "What's the matter?"

"I heard that this symbolic dragon head was made from the golden blood of Quandu. Its hardness is unparalleled." Luo Feiyu pointed to the dragon head on Long Tunhai's shoulder and said nonchalantly: "But this sword move of mine

Since it can't even break flesh and bones, let alone break gold and blood, why was it still breached by me?"

Long Tunhai's original anger immediately faded away, his face turned red, and the situation was extremely embarrassing, "What do you know!"

Luo Feiyu groaned and suddenly realized, "Is it true that my master told me that in order to save money and save face, your sword sect found iron ore with poor quality?"

Long Tunhai's body trembled, and then he cursed again and again: "Shameless, treacherous villain, and unjust!" He walked off the stage while cursing.

"Why are you scolding people?" Luo Feiyu spread his hands, "It's true that the children of these big families can only scold people with just a few polite words. What do they mean?"

Thirteen consecutive wins!

Everyone was shocked!

In the eyes of most people, Long Tunhai was responsible for three dragons, but when facing Luo Feiyu, he only had the chance to use one dragon and was defeated. Although the victory was not so clean and tidy, seeing Luo Feiyu

Yu was still chatting and laughing at this moment, but he felt that he was not using his full strength.

But if they knew about Luo Feiyu's actual shameless behavior, they would probably be extremely disdainful.

As a father, and the current head of the Dragon Yin Sword Sect, Long Yuexi's face was a bit uglier than his son's, and he sat in his seat without saying a word.

Scholar Jingyue closed her fan and clapped her hands, shook her head and said with a smile: "The road ahead is long and the road ahead is long and heavy."

"Who else?" Luo Feiyu yawned and looked up at the sun.

But what answered him was not an impassioned self-introduction, nor an unbridled curse, but the sound of light footsteps.

Almost nothing.

The relief on Luo Feiyu's face suddenly disappeared, and he turned around to look.

A pale-faced young man held the handle of the knife tightly and walked up slowly. The veins on his hands were popping up but he didn't realize it. Every step he took was extremely slow.

Luo Feiyu noticed the knife. The blade was long and slender, and there was a ghost tattooed on the knife. At first glance, it looked consistent with the tattoos on human skin.

The name of the sword is Qinggui.

"It's you." Luo Feiyu's pupils shrank. This person was the young man who expressed condolences to his father at the grand ceremony and had an overwhelming hatred for Burial Sword Villa.

The young man said expressionlessly, "Yanyuwu, Duan Xuyu."

It was rare that Luo Feiyu didn't joke, "Brother Tang, borrow the sword! I got used to using the Mo sword for a while, but I'm a little uncomfortable with other swords."

"I won't borrow it, I won't." Tang Zhantian was a little angry, "I haven't asked you to settle the score for throwing away my sword casually. Unless..."

"Unless what?"

"I see you know so many sword skills, but do you know the Mo Sword Jue?" Tang Zangtian asked sincerely.

"Except for the ancient soul-purifying art, which has no secrets and has not been learned, the mantra style and non-attack sword art are still acceptable." Luo Feiyu thought for a moment and said.

"Okay, I'll use the Mo Sword in this round." Tang Zhantian threw the Mo Sword to him, "Let me learn from it secretly, oh no, just appreciate it?"

Luo Feiyu took the Mo sword and said in surprise: "Stealing lessons? As the master of the Mo sword, you don't know the Mo sword technique?"

"Yes." Tang Zhantian scratched his head, "The Mo Sword Art that my father left for me is already a fragment. Many parts are incomplete and difficult to study, so I... didn't win in this competition."

"You came here on behalf of the Tang Sect to poison everyone in the book. If you used the Mo Sword Technique, wouldn't those people in the Tang Sect be mad to death? Oh no, you haven't won? Well, they'd be mad to death already."

"Are you done?" The pale young man named Duan Xuyu said coldly.

Luo Feiyu waved his hand and said to Duan Xuyu, "According to you, the top ten famous swords are actually used as decorations by you? What a pity, then you can learn from me down below."

"Jinshumen, Luo Feiyu."

On the high platform.

Lin Huaiman took a sip of tea, lowered his eyes and said, "Speaking of Tang Sect, this young man seems to be the only representative here this time."

Ye Ying glanced around and raised her eyebrows, "One alliance, two families, three towers, four mountains, five mountains, six sects, seven sects and eight wastelands. Except for the Tang sect, all the elders of the other sects were present, not to mention that Mr. Tang died in the battle of Burial Sword.

.Is Tang Clan’s move a bit arrogant?”

"No." Lin Huaiman put down the tea cup, "There are a few elders in the Tang Sect whom I know, including Tang Yunying who is covered with clouds, Tang Ya who is surrounded by jackdaws, and Old Mrs. Tang who has thousands of ashes hidden in a silver walking stick.

If the Tang Sect does not attend this sword ceremony, their status in the world will inevitably be greatly reduced. They will not do such a thing that is not beneficial to the Tang Sect. Unless, what they say they want to do is far beyond what they have done before.

The value that coming to participate in the Sword Ceremony Conference can bring to them."

Bashan, Tangmen in central Sichuan.

A haggard old man flipped through the list of disciples, thinking about the changes in the world in the past twenty years. After a while, he started writing and crossed out one name after another on the list with red ink.

"You have been pretending to be dead for twenty years, but you still can't stop. Every time you leave the tomb, you have to torment the Tang Sect. Why bother." An old woman holding a cane in her hand sighed not far away.

The old man ignored her and continued to flip through the list of disciples. Finally, his eyes rested on the three words "Tang Zangtian" and said, "Do you know why I only asked you to send his son and not the elder to accompany him?"

"Ying'er has just issued a heaven-level end-of-breath order, and Crow Crow followed him. The other elders of the Tang Sect are restoring the Soul Purifying Art in the Library Pavilion. There are no elders in the sect who can accompany him."

Mrs. Tang sighed, "Besides..."

"That's wrong, because he can be unrestrained. This boy loves to make friends in the world, but he has inherited 100% of his father's qualities." The old man pointed out his pen and avoided the name, "Besides, because of the existence of Mo Jian, he
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