Monks fight, do not belong to the precepts.
Although this is a well-known principle, most of the time, you have to be careful when you act. You kill people to seize treasures in the wilderness, and if you kill them, you kill them, but this is a public place, so it's a bit arrogant and domineering.
Song Qi didn't even move a hand, and instantly killed five scumbags, followed by a few more people who jumped out of the table, shouting: "Song Qilian, how dare you kill my fellow disciples, today you and I will never stop!"
Wang Yu couldn't help but said, "Elder Song, you are too disrespectful to Wangmen."
For a while, everyone criticized in unison, and several other sects came forward to reprimand, the situation was very bad. Seeing this, Nineteenth Sister covered her mouth and laughed quietly, looking at her like she didn't care.
"Hmph, what I killed were all members of the Distributed Sect, and the sects fought privately, so why should I have anything to do with outsiders?"
Song Qilian was even more unfazed, and said loudly: "Or do you want to support him and start a full-scale war with my Blood Jade Emperor faction?"
Um
Everyone was stunned, and subconsciously swept across the field, and sure enough, the few who died were all disciples of the Bashu Dispersion Sect. Hearing that the sect and the Jade Emperor sect were fighting recently, it was a joy to hear that Song was finding fault and humiliated him on the spot.
While thinking about it, Song Qilian restrained his momentum, cupped his hands and said: "The sect's personal grievances shouldn't involve you all. I've acted rashly and disturbed everyone's peace. Please forgive me. Wang Lao is practicing, forgive me!"
After speaking, he made a special salute to Wang Yu.
"..."
The atmosphere was suddenly very delicate. After this arrangement, the others were too lazy to do anything, and went back to their seats.
Wang Yu coughed twice, quite entangled, the Blood Jade Emperor School is gaining momentum, and it is about to become the most powerful folk school in Bashu, so it must not be offended.
As soon as he thought about it, he got off the donkey along the slope, "It's okay, it's okay, I've heard about Elder Song's sword art for a long time, and I saw it today, it's really well-known."
"A nest of snakes and rats, I will definitely not let you go if I spread my teachings!"
The remaining few disciples quit, but they couldn't beat them again, so they could only utter a few harsh words and run away carrying the corpse. Song Qilian ignored it, sipped tea leisurely, and skillfully exchanged greetings with all the forces he was close to.
Sitting in the crowd, Bai Xinwen, who was not showing at all, couldn't help but feel a little more jealous when he saw him: this person is cruel and thoughtful, and should not be underestimated.
Speaking of Bai Xinwen, the situation is also very strange.
Long Qiu went down the mountain to travel, and when the Bai family was ruined and there was only one son left, he taught him to live in seclusion. This child had a gloomy temperament and was very unpleasant, but in order to learn the "Nine Prefaces of the Mind", he changed his personality and became more and more stable and weak.
Now it is congenitally perfect, looks pure and lofty, and is elegant and elegant, with the temperament of an ancient scholar. After he cultivated to be innate, he founded a sect in the middle of Jizhong, and his reputation is not small.
Besides, in this scene, the small turmoil subsided quickly, and everyone waited for a while, and finally heard two voices from outside:
"Phoenix Mountain Rong Till!"
"Qi Yun and Xu Ziying are here!"
As soon as the voice fell, a man and a woman entered side by side. The man was in his thirties and the woman was in her twenties.
The atmosphere became lively in an instant, wave after wave of guests saluted and exchanged polite greetings, as if nothing had happened. Some of them who didn't know also asked in a low voice, and others informed them.
"Na Rongzhi is the true biography of Xuantian, with excellent alchemy skills, he can be called the number one alchemist of the younger generation!"
"Although Xu Ziying is a disciple of the lower court, his strength can be ranked in the middle of the upper court, and his talisman is superb, which should not be underestimated."
There are serious explanations, and there are gags:
"The Lakers Championship!"
"Vatti refunded the money!"
"roll roll roll!"
It took about half an hour before the scene became stable again. Wang Yu was very satisfied with the arrival of the two of them, to be precise, he was very satisfied with their status, and felt that there was some respect, so he said, "Since the guests are all here, I don't want to be a fool, please bring the three swords!"
As he said that, he saw more than a dozen people holding three long jade boxes and walking quickly onto the stage.
Thousands of people's eyes were fixed on the box, as the lid opened, brush! Three completely different sword qi were unscrupulously released. The temperature in the hall changed drastically, the clouds were erratic, and the light reflected on the walls was unpredictable.
The first handle is green and green, without guards, narrow and long, and smaller in size. It's more like a long thorn than a sword.
The second handle is simple and unadorned, without any decoration, but there is a sense of chilling and bleakness all over the body.
The third handle is the most conspicuous, it is actually light pink, the blade seems to be entangled with strange clouds, magnificent and fantastic, very characteristic of a little daughter's family.
"..."
The three swords came out together, and everyone's eyes widened, eager to snatch them in their hands and play with them carefully. Even if I can't use it myself, it is precious and awesome. Everyone has a collection habit.
Rong Zhi and Xu Ziying looked at each other, it was obvious that one was Bixiao Fuyao Sword and the other was Hanyue Split Lightsaber. Although the realm of Long Qiu and Bai Yunsheng may not be necessary, but we have to fight for it, and it is good to pass it on to future generations.
Up to this moment, all the treasures left behind by Youxian that spanned twenty years have finally been found. Only two left in the national collection did not show up, but it doesn't matter, because there is no matching sword formula.
"Master Wang, what kind of sword is that pink one, can you explain a thing or two?"
At this moment, someone from below asked.
Wang Yu stroked his beard, and said with a smile: "There are famous students here, so I won't be playing tricks. You two, can you open your eyes?"
Rong Zhi didn't want to show off, so he made a gesture of invitation.
Xu Ziying was not too polite, turned his wrist on the stage, pulled out the strange sword, and said: "Youxian sect has seven swords, Chiyang, Hanyue, Bixiao, Heishui, Danxia, Baiwu, Zidian, this one is the best sword." It is the Danxia sword. Responding to the aura of Hongni Yunxia, the brilliance is brilliant, seemingly real and unreal, and it directly cuts the soul!"
Shut up!
She was infused with mana, and the entangled clouds scattered and filled the audience.
She doesn't practice sword art, but only relies on spiritual energy to activate, the effect is weak, but even so, everyone trembles, as if they have been probed into the depths of their souls.
And as Xu Ziying retracted the sword, the rays of the sun dispersed, and it was calm again.
After she was seated, Wang Yu came to the stage again and said: "Three swords are here, whoever is interested, you can come to the door and talk to me in detail tomorrow."
"..."
When it came to the serious business of money, it was less enthusiastic.
It's completely tasteless, and I don't want to spend a lot of money to buy it back as an decoration. What's more, Phoenix Mountain and Taoist Academy are determined to win, and they don't want to compete with them.
Seeing the expressions on everyone's face, Wang Yu was immediately embarrassed. Yao Wang's family is poor, and he stepped on a piece of dog shit so easily. He wanted to cash in on relief, but it was not very useful.
He was helpless in his heart, and was about to announce the end of the show, when suddenly there was a voice from below, "Don't wait until tomorrow, I like that Danxia sword, can the old cultivator part with it?"
As he said that, Song Qilian went up to the stage, leaned close to Wang Yu's ear, and offered an offer that was hard to refuse.
Wang Yu was both surprised and happy, and immediately said: "Elder Song likes it, just take it!"
"Thank you!"
Song Qilian drew out the Danxia sword with his backhand, flicked it lightly, the sword screamed and the dragon groaned, attracting the attention of thousands of people.
He likes this feeling very much, and often does some seemingly insane things within the scale to obtain such enjoyment. It's the same now, he didn't step down immediately, but cupped his hands at Rong Zhi and Xu Ziying, saying:
"Everyone in the world knows that a swordsman has to meet an opponent before he can take a step forward. I have been practicing swords for more than ten years, and I have reached a bottleneck. Today is a rare meeting. I have a heartless request. Which adult beauty can fight me?"
boom!
The melon-eating crowd boiled instantly, alas, today was not in vain, and the climax followed one after another. Immediately someone shouted: "A grand event is rare, the icing on the cake, we will also have a blessing!"
"That's right, it's a worthwhile trip!"
The hall was full of noise, people were shouting, and they all stared at the two seats in front. What the people want, what the people want, usually at this time, they will generally nod in response.
As a result, Xu Ziying stood up abruptly, changed his attitude, and snorted coldly: "Competing with us? You are not worthy!"