Three days later, the Heroes Conference officially began.
The banks of the Chunshui River are even more bustling than ever before.
However, all the rich young men who usually spent a lot of money in the singing houses along the Chunshui River were stopped outside, because the entire Chunshui River was reserved by the Wang family as the venue for the Heroes Conference. The Wang family might not be the richest family in Xuanwei City, but it must be the family that no one dared to mess with in Xuanwei City.
Those rich young men were lingering outside the Heroes Conference, feeling ashamed, and they didn't dare to force their way in, nor did they want to leave in anger. Just as the stalemate was at its climax, Wang Buyu, the third son of the Wang family, staggered out with a wine pot in his hand.
"Mr. Wang San?" Most of the rich young men were good friends with Mr. Wang San, and they immediately called out loudly upon seeing this.
"Oh? It's Master Li, Master Chen, and Master Murong. Why don't you come in?" Wang Buyu asked drunkenly.
"There is no invitation." The leader, Master Li, poked his head out and said, "What is this Heroes Conference like? We also want to go in and take a look."
"Invitations? No problem." Wang Buyu took out a bunch of gold invitations from his arms and threw more than a dozen of them at them. "Take them, take them, come in and have a drink with us."
"Young Master!" a guard shouted in a low voice.
"Stop talking nonsense." Wang Buyu slapped him casually.
The young men from the rich families received the invitations and immediately rushed in happily. The Chunshui River today was indeed different from the past. Both sides of the street were filled with fresh flowers, and the singing halls on both sides took down their own flags and put up new ones.
On the flag, there is a picture of a Qilin rising up on fire. It is the clan flag of the Wang family.
The singing girls who used to attract customers were replaced by warriors wearing light armor, with long swords hanging on their waists and fierce eyes, which made the rich young men tremble in their hearts. The singing hall was as noisy as usual, and there were often shouts. Mr. Li asked curiously, "What's going on in there?"
“Why don’t we go in and take a look?” Wang Buyu led everyone in.
In the center of the singing hall, on the stage where the courtesan danced, two swordsmen were fighting each other.
"Who are these?" asked Master Li.
"The one on the left, wearing black clothes and holding a black sword, should be a disciple of the Black Hawk Sect. The one on the right, with such slow sword movements, should be a Tai Chi sect that practices slow swordplay." Wang Buyu waved his hand, "They are all small sects."
Wang Buyu deliberately amplified his voice, causing the two swordsmen on the stage to pause slightly. The people from the two major sects below were even more dissatisfied, and they all turned their heads to look over. Someone shouted, "Who is so arrogant!"
"It's the third son of the Wang family." Someone recognized Wang Buyu's identity.
The disciples of the Black Hawk and Taiji sects could only suppress their anger and watch Wang Buyu being angry but not daring to speak. After all, this was in Xuanwei City, the territory of the Wang family, and their two sects were indeed of mediocre strength.
At this moment, the duel between the two on the stage had already been decided. The black eagle disciple's ink sword was picked up by the sword and flew off the stage, heading straight for Wang Buyu. Wang Buyu yawned and casually threw the wine pot in his hand. The wine pot was shattered by the sword, and Wang Buyu immediately turned over and kicked the ink sword back.
The two men on the stage had deliberately set up a trap. The Black Hawk disciples pretended to lose to the Taiji swordsman, and then threw their swords at Wang Buyu, intending to launch a sneak attack. But Wang Buyu didn't take their sneak attack seriously at all, and easily hit the black sword back. However, the return of the sword was much more fierce than the previous one. The Black Hawk disciples had no time to dodge and could only watch the black sword approach them. The Taiji disciples waved their swords to stop it, but it was too late. At this moment, a purple-clad man landed in front of them. He flicked his sleeves lightly, and the black sword flew up, and finally landed slowly and stuck in the center of the stage.
"This is..." Young Master Li in the audience recognized the person in front of him. It was the stunning woman who caused a sensation in Qingge Tower a few days ago. "The cousin of Qingyi Lang from the Xie family!"
"Is it her?" Wang Buyu had naturally heard about the Qing Yi Lang and his cousin visiting Qingge Tower a few days ago. He knew the Xie family very well. He thought about it for a long time but never thought that Qing Yi Lang had a beautiful cousin who was hidden in the inner chamber and unknown to anyone. He thought the rumor was exaggerated, but when he saw her today, he knew that the rumor was true. And now that she is here, then...
"In a competition on the ring, swords and knives have no eyes, so you have to be careful." The man in green jumped onto the stage, pulled out the black sword in the center of the stage, and handed it to the Black Hawk disciple.
The disciple recovered from his shock and took the sword. He bowed his head and said, "Thank you, sir."
"You are wrong, you are wrong. It was my cousin who saved you. You should thank her." The man in green smiled and waved his hands.
The Black Hawk disciple immediately turned to Nangong Xier and said, "Thank you, young lady."
“No need to thank me.” Nangong Xier pointed a finger at Wang Buyu in the audience, “You.”
Wang Buyu narrowed his eyes slightly: "What should I do?"
"Do you dare to try the sword?" Nangong Xier drew out the sword from her waist.
The whole body is white and looks like it is made of beautiful jade.
Everyone present exclaimed when they saw it: "What a beautiful sword."
"Oh? You want to test your sword skills with me?" Wang Buyu sneered, leaped onto the stage, and raised his hand, "Huo Lin!"
The sword servant who had been following Wang Buyu silently immediately threw a fiery red sword onto the stage. Wang Buyu took the sword and swung it lightly. All the people surrounding the stage were shocked and stepped back.
The four major families originally practiced swordsmanship, but due to the rise of Jimo Sword City, the swordsmanship they were proud of was no longer the best in the world. Later, many family members began to practice spears, and Lu Tianxing, the head of the Lu family, even used an iron hammer as a weapon. Swordsmanship was no longer the symbol of the four major families. But among the four major families, the one that has the most people practicing and the most in-depth research is still swordsmanship.
"Huo Lin Sword." Qing Yi Lang said meaningfully, "We meet again."
"You practiced magic that day and won unfairly. If you have the ability, come and fight me again today." Wang Buyu said in a deep voice.
"No, no." The man in green led the Black Hawk and Tai Chi disciples off the stage. "The one fighting with you today is my cousin. Why should I personally fight against a defeated opponent like you?"
"Young lady, what's your name?" Wang Buyu looked at Nangong Xier, whose face was indeed somewhat similar to the man in green. "I have seen many young ladies from the Xie family, but I have never seen this young lady."
"Nangong..." Nangong Xier blurted out.
"Nangong?" Wang Buyu frowned.
"Yes, Xie Nangong." The man in blue quickly responded, "My cousin is called Xie Nangong."