"Why isn't it me who's standing up here?"

In the crowd, Lin Yuntian looked gloomy. His eyes were not on Li Mo, but on Shang Xujian.

It is natural for a monster like Li Mo to be promoted. As for Hong Xiaofu, he was born in Luofu Mountain, and it is said that he was influenced by the Emperor Yu, so it is understandable that he has some shady background.

But Lin Yuntian couldn't figure out how someone like Shang Xujian, who had been slapped in the face, could be promoted?

He really fucked the eighteenth generation of his ancestors!

"Boss Feng, he is really not an ordinary person. No wonder you accepted him."

In the distance, in a tall building, Zheng Ji leaned on the railing and looked into the distance, and couldn't help but sigh.

Only such evildoers are worthy of being conquered by Feng Wannian.

"No, he is my friend." Feng Wannian murmured softly.

"Friend?" Zheng Ji was startled, his expression became extremely strange.

When this word came out of Feng Wannian's mouth, it seemed a bit...weird.

"Boss Feng, I heard that Lu Chaoyang's gang came to Longyuan Mansion recently, but I don't know what happened... they left again."

Zheng Ji changed the topic and said suddenly.

"Perhaps I'm not used to the climate... After all, it's common for people to feel uncomfortable if they're spoiled." Feng Wannian said calmly.

"Aren't you accustomed to the climate?" Zheng Ji asked strangely.

"By the way...Boss Feng, do you really want to go back to the capital?"

"Well, let's go with him." Feng Wannian looked at Li Mo in the distance and nodded.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zheng Ji's expression suddenly changed.

"you……"

"What do you want to say?" Feng Wannian said calmly.

"No...it's nothing..." Zheng Ji hesitated to speak, and finally swallowed the words that came to his lips.

Feng Wannian’s friend is also a disciple of Luofu Mountain, and he has the same origin as the Black Sword three hundred years ago!?

Just thinking about such an identity makes one's scalp numb.

"Can such a person live in peace in the capital?" Zheng Ji muttered in his heart.

"Little Jiji, just mind your own business."

At this moment, Feng Wannian whispered, which scared Zheng Ji into a cold sweat. When he came to his senses, the former had already gone down to the attic.

"The rain is about to come...the peaceful days are over..."

Zheng Ji took a long breath and whispered softly.

…

In the evening, Li Mo returned to Jiangyue Guild Hall smelling of alcohol after a long day of banquets.

The first thing he did when he entered was to open the black jade treasure box.

An ancient bronze sword that was three feet long appeared in front of the eyes. The sword was light and thin, but it felt extremely heavy when held in the hand. It was also vaguely engraved with ancient seal inscriptions.

Li Mo touched it gently and could vaguely make out the fonts on it.

On the front is clearly engraved: Life-cutting Sword.

"This magical sword is called the Life-Destroying Sword!?"

As Li Mo recited this name, he felt that the ancient sword in his hand seemed to move slightly.

Buzz…

Li Mo turned the ancient sword and looked at the back. Four ancient seal characters were vaguely engraved on it.

"See me as a disaster!?" Li Mo murmured softly, showing doubts.

"What's the meaning?"

Full of questions, he looked around and saw that this magic sword was ordinary, not even as sharp as the rune weapon.

The most important thing is that this [Life-cutting Sword] has no edge. It does not look like a magic weapon for killing enemies, but more like a ritual weapon.

"This is a big joke..." Li Mo knocked twice more and even circulated his inner breath, but there was no change.

"No wonder it has been kept in the Xuantian Pavilion for so many years...and it is still willing to take it out as a gift..."

Li Mo suddenly realized that he was the treasure left behind by Black Sword. How could he end up in Longyuan Mansion as a reward for no reason? How could Qingqing be just a decoration?

To put it bluntly, the cultural relic value of this magical sword is approximately the actual value of the sword itself.

"Um!?"

At this moment, Li Mo suddenly discovered that there seemed to be a line of small words on the hilt of the sword, but after many years, it had become blurred and could not be recognized at all.

"Haha..." Li Mo laughed angrily.

If this thing can help him break the Nine Lives Mysterious Tribulation, he doesn't believe it. In terms of appearance alone, it is not even as good as his Red Dragon Sword.

Li Mo even wondered if this treasure had been stolen.

"Go ask Chen Wangdu tomorrow."

Li Mo felt drunkenness rising, and immediately threw the life-cutting sword aside and fell directly on the bed.

Tonight, he was not going to sleep with it.

In the second half of the night, the moonlight shines on the ground through the gauze-like windows.

The intoxicated Li Mo had already fallen asleep. At this moment, the life-cutting sword on the table began to tremble slightly.

A ray of black light faintly emerged and penetrated into Li Mo's Dantian. At this moment, the ninth-inch spiritual root grew again.

At the same time, the vague writing on the hilt of the sword gradually disintegrated, patinated and scattered, replaced by two new small ancient seal characters:
Chapter completed!