Chapter 109 The Southern Wilderness Sword Unintentional

All the sects in the world have set up sword pavilions.

Jiange is also known as Zhenjiange. It does not only store swords, but all masterless weapons must be stored in it.

Weapons are weapons, and they exist to kill. In practice, people's weapons are cast with treasures of heaven and earth, and they contain the essence of the sun and moon. They themselves contain the power of heaven and earth. The higher the grade, the greater the power. If they are not controlled by the master, they can easily hurt others by chance.

Stored in Jiange not only ensures safety, but also competes with each other, but also tempers the weapons by themselves. It is a way to "raising swords".

For example, there is a special "sword washing pool" in Yunshui Sword Pool. There are millions of broken swords in the pool, and the sword energy soars into the sky. As long as you can withstand an ordinary sword, wash it once in the pool, it can become a magic weapon with good killing power.

The three major families of Qingyun City have become famous for making swords, and the swords they made are all put together; the grade of the swords stored in the Sword Pavilion is definitely not as good as the Sword Pavilion of the Nine Sects, but there are more than 10,000 swords in it, and the number of them is piled up, which should not be underestimated.

Jiange is built in the middle of Zhangjia Manor on the east side of Qingyun City. It is a seven-story tower. On each floor of the eaves, there is a house-controlling beast squatting.

The manor is large in size, with a martial arts stadium built in the middle. Just in front of Jiange, there are also veranda pavilions for people to observe around. Nearly a thousand people have gathered inside, and are watching the competition between the three major families.

In the ancestral hall behind Jiange, there is a portrait of the Lord Qingdu hanging on the wall, and the tablets of the masters of the previous house are placed on the side of the ancestral hall.

Zhang Yinfeng, who was the head of the Zhang family at that time, held incense and bowed to the portrait on the wall; behind him was his second brother Zhang Cheng, whispering:

"Brother, last night, someone sneaked into the manor and killed three nephews who were patrolling the side house. I looked at the route and wanted to go to the courtyard where you lived. I rushed over and injured that person, but I couldn't see clearly. I only knew the sword technique, which was a bit like Zhao Ping's sword technique in the past in the Southern Wilderness."

"Zhao Ping?"

When Zhang Yinfeng heard the name, his eyes moved slightly, he straightened up and gently stroked the hilt of the sword around his waist.

The long sword at the waist is three feet and six inches long. At the end of the hilt, there is a red bead embedded, called "Red Leaf", a medium-grade spiritual weapon.

Zhang Yinfeng remembers the origin of this sword.

Twenty years ago, he was the young master of the Zhang family. He walked in Shuanlonggang and met a casual cultivator.

Both of them were swordsmen, and they were in a similar mood. They heard that there was a wild cultivator in the southern wilderness and went to kill him together.

During the war, the swordsman drew out the sword, but was also injured.

Afterwards, Zhang Yinfeng came back with the sword.

He also set up a tomb for the swordsman, and was worshipped by monks and people around him.

That swordsman is named "Zhao Ping, Nanhuang".

Zhang Yinfeng loosened the hilt of the sword and said calmly:

"Strict inspections are carried out, and once found, kill them on the spot."

Zhang Cheng caught the sword, and without asking the reason, he turned around and walked out of the ancestral hall...

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Outside the gate of Zhangjiazhuang, there is a bustling street, which can be regarded as a small fairy market.

The famous monks around Qingyun City all walked into the main gate by the three major families. The nameless cultivators who came here by the name were naturally not treated like this and lined up outside the side gate.

Zuo Lingquan sat in a restaurant on the street and was having lunch with Tang Jingyan. The bird dumpling stood on the table, and the bird's beak had never been closed, staring at Zuo Lingquan's chopsticks.

Cheng Jiujiang had long stopped eating grains, so he was not interested in sitting down to have a meal. He stood at the window and looked at it and introduced:

"The Zhang family is highly respected in Qingyun City. The family leader Zhang Yinfeng used to kill demons and eliminate demons around him in previous years. He valued love and righteousness and fought side by side. He would be properly buried and worshipped every year. Whether in practicing or in everything, he was a swordsman that everyone admired..."

Zuo Lingquan fed the dumplings with chopsticks. When he heard these stories, he was about to reply a few words, but he saw that there seemed to be a familiar shadow on the bustling street.

The last time Zuo Lingquan met Zhao Wuxie, the destination was Qingyun City. When he arrived here, he naturally wanted to "see you again in the world" and kept paying attention to the surrounding area. But he looked at a medicine hall far away from the street. There were several martial artists wearing swords outside the door, but none of them matched Zhao Wuxie.

Tang Jingyan sat beside Zuo Lingquan. When he saw Zuo Lingquan turn his head and look at him, he approached him and asked:

"Xiao Zuo, what's wrong?"

"nothing."

Zuo Lingquan stared at the pharmacy, still thinking about Zhao Wuxie's affairs. The chopsticks in his hand moved to Tang Jingyun's mouth according to the sound.

Tuanzi: "Ji??"

Tang Jingwen saw the chopsticks coming out and was about to open it to catch them, but he immediately reacted and quickly retreated a little, his face turned red:

"What are you doing?"

Zuo Lingquan realized something was wrong when he made a move, so he quickly took back the chopsticks. In a blink of an eye, he saw Tang Jingyan's face flushed and his chest was bulging, and he was staring at him strangely.

"I'm distracted and didn't pay attention."

Tang Jingyan was almost fed by a man, and her face turned a little red. She thought about it and didn't say much, so she sat far away without saying anything.

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The three major families in Qingyun City compete for the quota of "Sword Chicken", and the competition has begun.

When Zuo Lingquan came over, he also found that the standards outside were different from those of the Great Dan Dynasty. He had to be under the age of thirty or above to be qualified to participate in the Nine Sects Alliance. Of course, there was no restriction on men and women.

This requirement is not possible for the entire Great Dan Dynasty to achieve except Zuo Lingquan. Although Qingyun City is outside the mountain, it is impossible to have as many as a cow. The three major families have only five people in total, and they are nearly thirty years old. Most of them have been piled up with natural talents and treasures since childhood.

The monks fought in an instant, and it took less than half an hour for five people to compete for a place.

Zuo Lingquan accompanied Tang Jingwen to finish the meal, and the chickens inside were pecking each other. He left the restaurant and entered the manor with Cheng Jiujiang to participate in today's highlight - the sword gift.

By the way, if a single cultivator who has no reputation enters the village, he has to pay a white jade zhu as the ticket money.

Zuo Lingquan is not rich and has two people with him. He can't let Cheng Jiujiang, who is a younger brother, go out for tickets. To be honest, it hurts a little, but when he comes, he finally endured the pain and gave the ticket money.

As the crowd turned left and right in the manor, I soon arrived outside the seventh-story Jiange.

Zuo Lingquan chose a good seat in the corridor, stood behind Tang Jingwen, looking at the martial arts performance venue outside Jiange. Cheng Jiujiang stood with his hands behind his back and introduced the people present:

"The one sitting directly below Jian Pavilion is Zhang Yinfeng. The second person standing behind the Zhang family should be the second son of the Zhang family; the two seats on the left and right are from the Lin family and Wang family. Jian Chu'er was snatched by the Zhang family, and it seems that her complexion is not very good..."

When Cheng Jiujiang was observing, there was also a white-haired elder in the middle of the martial arts field, saying aloud:

"Today, it is a great honor for fellow Taoists from all walks of life to support me in Qingyun City. As the saying goes, it is impolite to come but not to go. My fellow Taoists cannot let you travel in vain. The three heads of the family specially opened the Sword Pavilion and gave you a sword. As for whom to give to, the old rules, all the fellow Taoists want to know..."

"Know the rules, just start."

"It's worthy of being a Shili Jianmao. It's really generous. Zhang didn't say much. He gave up the venue and wanted to go on stage and ended up on his own."

As soon as the words fell, the surroundings of the martial arts venue became noisy.

The opening of the Ten Mile Sword Crazy, the third level of Linggu, was just stuck at the threshold. Today, it was inevitable that he would get it, so he got up from the seat directly.

When the casual cultivators in the surrounding veranda saw this scene, they all sighed. Only two monks stood up between the guests' seats, ignored them and began to push each other:

"Fellow Daoist Chen, please!"

"Brother Song, let's go first..."

Snatching a sword is not a battle, there is no rule that cannot be a wheel battle. Everyone can't dare to play the field to win the championship. Later, they went to the stage to stand up to a great advantage. Seeing this, the monks naturally heard a booing sound, but before the two people in the seats could reach a conclusion, noise broke out between the corridors:

"Is there really someone going up? Have you never heard of the reputation of the Shili Jianmad?"

"It looks like you're not old, why are you covering your face?"

"The eyes are so handsome..."

The two of them stopped hearing the sound. In a blink of an eye, they saw a man in black robe walking towards the center of the martial arts field on the other side of the martial arts field.

The man is tall, has a well-proportioned limbs and muscles. He is carrying a sword behind his back. He holds two scimitars in his hands, wears a hat on his head, and has a black scarf on his face, only a pair of sharp sword eyebrows and ink-like eyes. There is no other special ornaments besides this.

The Shili Jian Kuang Hu Yi looked a little serious when he saw this look. There were only two reasons for practicing, but he came to public but showed his face. One was that his identity was unclear, and the other was that he did not want to reveal his identity. If these two types of people were not sure, they would not come out; if they walked out, it meant that they were determined to win.

Hu Yi let go of his arms, faced the man in black walking, and raised his hand and clasped his fists:

"Hu Yi, Linnan County, who is your Excellency?"

The man in black, holding two scimitars in reverse, walked to the center of the martial arts field, raised his hat lightly, and spoke in a clear voice:
Chapter completed!