Fairies Are Fierce

Chapter 109 Nanhuang Jianwuwu

Every sect in the world has a sword pavilion.

The Sword Pavilion is also called the Sword-Suppressing Pavilion. Not only swords are stored in it, but all unowned weapons must be stored in it.

A weapon is a murderous weapon, and its existence is for killing; the weapon of a person in cultivation is forged with heavenly materials and earthly treasures, and contains the essence of the sun and the moon, which itself contains the power of heaven and earth; Without the control of the owner, it is easy to accidentally injure others.

Centralized storage in the sword pavilion not only ensures safety, but also allows the weapons to compete with each other, and can also temper the weapons by themselves, which is a way of 'raising swords'.

Like Yunshui Jiantan, there is a special "Sword Washing Pool", in which millions of remnant swords sink, and the sword energy goes straight to the sky; ordinary swords, as long as they can withstand it, can be washed once in the pool, and they can become a sword. A Law Weapon with good killing power.

The three aristocratic families in Azure Cloud City are famous for casting swords, and they are all put together; the quality of the swords stored in the Jiange is definitely not as good as that of the Jiuzong Zhenjiange, but there are more than 10,000 swords in it, and the number is piled up Coming up, it should not be underestimated either.

The Jiange Pavilion is built in the middle of the Zhang Family Manor on the east side of Azure Cloud City. It is a seven-story tower, with an auspicious beast squatting on the eaves of each floor.

The manor has a large area, and there is a martial arts arena built in the middle, just in front of the sword pavilion, and there are verandahs and pavilions around it for people to watch. Nearly a thousand people have gathered in it, and they are watching the martial arts competition between the children of the three major families.

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

Zhang Yinfeng, who was the head of the Zhang family at that time, held an incense stick and bowed to the portrait on the wall; behind him stood his second brother Zhang Cheng, who was speaking in a low voice:

"Brother, last night, someone sneaked into the manor and killed three nephews who were patrolling the house. It seemed that the route was to go to the courtyard where you live; The swordsmanship is a bit like Zhao Ping's swordsmanship in Nanhuang."

"Zhao Ping?"

Hearing this name, Zhang Yinfeng's eyes moved slightly, he straightened up, and lightly stroked the hilt of his sword at his waist.

The long sword at the waist is three feet six inches long, and at the end of the hilt is embedded a red orb called 'Hongye', Middle Grade Spiritual Weapon.

Zhang Yinfeng remembered the origin of this sword.

Twenty years ago, he was the young master of the Zhang family, and he met an Independent Cultivator swordsman while walking in Shuanlonggang.

Both of them are swordsmen, and they are congenial. They heard that there was a wilderness in the southern wasteland, and they went together to kill them.

During the war, the swordsman pulled out the sword, but was also wounded.

Afterwards, Zhang Yinfeng came back with the sword.

He also set up a tomb for the swordsman, and the monks and common people around him looked up and worshiped him.

That swordsman's name is 'Southern Wilderness Zhao Ping'.

Zhang Yinfeng let go of the hilt of his sword and said calmly:

"Strict inspections, once found, they will be killed on the spot."

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

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Outside the gate of Zhangjiazhuang is a bustling long street, which can be regarded as a small fair.

The famous monks around Azure Cloud City were greeted by the three major families and entered Zhuangzi through the main entrance. The unnamed Independent Cultivator, who came here especially for the name, did not have this kind of treatment, and formed a long line outside the side door.

Zuo Lingquan was sitting in a restaurant on the street, having lunch with Tang Jingxun, the little bird dumpling was standing on the table, the bird's beak was never closed, staring at Zuo Lingquan's chopsticks.

Cheng Jiujiang did not eat grains for a long time, so he was not interested in sitting down to eat. He stood at the window and looked out, introducing:

"The Zhang family is highly respected in Azure Cloud City. His family, Zhang Yinfeng, used to slay demons and eliminate demons in the surrounding area. He valued love and righteousness. The deceased Fellow Daoist who fought side by side will be buried properly and worshiped every year. Whether it is in practice or everything, They are all swordsmen admired by everyone..."

Zuo Lingquan used chopsticks to feed the dumplings. Hearing these stories, he was about to reply a few words. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a familiar shadow on the bustling street.

The last time Zuo Lingquan met Zhao Wuxie, his destination was Azure Cloud City. When he got here, he naturally wanted to 'see you again' and kept paying attention to his surroundings. It's just that he turned his eyes to a medicine hall far away from the street. There were several martial artists with swords outside the door, but none of them matched Zhao Wuxie.

Tang Jingxun sat beside Zuo Lingquan, seeing Zuo Lingquan turning his head to look at him, she approached and asked:

"Xiao Zuo, what's the matter?"

"nothing."

Zuo Lingquan stared at the medicine hall, still thinking about Zhao Wuxie, the chopsticks in his hand moved to Tang Jingxun's mouth following the sound.

Tuanzi: "Ji??"

Tang Jingxuan saw the chopsticks stretched out and was about to open them up to catch them, but he immediately reacted and quickly retreated, his face turned red:

"What are you doing?"

Zuo Lingquan noticed something was wrong as soon as he took action, and quickly took the chopsticks back. Looking around, he saw Tang Jingxuan, whose face was red and her chest was bulging, staring at him strangely.

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

Tang Jingxun almost got fed by the man and her face turned a little red. After thinking about it, she didn't say anything more and sat down calmly.

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The three major families in Azure Cloud City are vying for the spot of ‘Sword Youngster’, and the competition has begun.

Zuo Lingquan also inquired when he came over and found that the standards outside were different from those in the Great Dan Dynasty. Only those under thirty years old and above the twelfth level of Qi Refining were eligible to participate in the Nine Sects Alliance. Of course, there were no restrictions on men and women.

Apart from Zuo Lingquan, no one in the entire Great Dan Dynasty could meet this requirement; even though Azure Cloud City is outside the mountains, it cannot be so numerous. The three major families combined only have a total of five people, and they are all close to thirty years old. Years old, most of them were accumulated by relying on natural resources and treasures since childhood.

The monks fought in an instant. Five people competed for one spot, and it only took less than half an hour in total.

Zuo Lingquan accompanied Tang Jingxun to finish the meal, and the chickens inside had finished pecking each other. He left the restaurant and entered the manor with Cheng Jiujiang to participate in the highlight of the day - the sword presentation.

By the way, an independent cultivator with no reputation had to pay a white jade baht as admission fee to enter Zhuangzi.

Zuo Lingquan was not rich, and he had two people with him, so he couldn't let Cheng Jiujiang, who was his younger brother, pay for the tickets. To be honest, it was a bit painful, but he came and finally reluctantly paid for the tickets.

Following the flow of people, they turned left and right in the manor and soon arrived outside the seven-story sword pavilion.

Zuo Lingquan chose a good seat in the verandah, stood behind Tang Jingxun, and looked at the martial arts field outside the Jiange. Cheng Jiujiang stood with his hands behind his back and introduced the people present:

"The one sitting directly below the sword pavilion is Zhang Yinfeng. The one standing behind should be the second oldest son of the Zhang family. The two seats on the left and right are from the Lin family and the Wang family. The young swordsman was robbed by the Zhang family. He doesn't look very good..."

While Cheng Jiujiang was watching, there was also an old man with white hair in the middle of the martial arts arena, speaking loudly:

"It is a real honor for fellow fellow daoists from all over the world to come and support our Azure Cloud City today. As the saying goes, it is indecent to come without reciprocating, and I, Azure Cloud City, cannot let fellow fellow daoists go in vain. The three family owners specially opened the sword pavilion. , I will give you a sword to all Fellow Daoists. As for who to give it to, there are old rules. Fellow Daoists would like to know..."

"You know the rules, let's get started."

"As expected of the Ten-mile Sword Maniac, he is indeed bold and generous. Zhang will not say much. The venue will be made available. Those who want to take the stage can leave on their own."

As soon as he finished speaking, the area around the martial arts arena became noisy.

The Shili Sword Maniac who opened his mouth, the third level of Linggu was just stuck on the threshold. It was said that he was sure to win today, so he stood up from his seat.

When the Independent Cultivators in the surrounding verandah saw this scene, they all sighed in surprise. Only two monks stood up between the guests' seats. After ignoring each other, they started to give in to each other:

"Fellow Chen Daoist please go first!"

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

Fighting for swords is not a boxing match. There are no rules about wheel fighting. Only when everyone dares to fight can you win the championship. The one who comes to the stage later has a huge advantage. When the monks saw this, they naturally booed, but the two people sitting at the table did not argue yet. After the results came out, there was a lot of noise in the corridor:

"Is there anyone really going up? Is it possible that you haven't heard of the reputation of Shili Sword Maniac?"

"You look young, why is your face covered?"

"The eyes are so handsome..."

He pushed the two of them to stop when they heard the sound, and turned around to see a man in black robe walking towards the center of the martial arts arena on the other side of the martial arts arena.

The man is quite tall, with well-proportioned limbs and muscles. He carries a sword on his back and holds two scimitars upside down in his hands. He wears a bamboo hat on his head and his face is covered with a black scarf. Only a pair of sharp sword-shaped eyebrows and ink-like eyes are exposed. Other than that, there is nothing else. Other special accessories.

Hu Yi, the Ten-mile Sword Maniac, looked a little more serious when he saw this appearance - there are only two reasons why he is a cultivator and hides his face when he comes to public places; one is that his identity is not clean, and the other is that he does not want to reveal his identity. . If these two types of people are not fully sure, they will not come forward; if they come out, it means that they are determined to win.

Hu Yi opened his arms, faced the man in black who was approaching, raised his hands and cupped his fists:

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

The man in black, holding two scimitars upside down, walked to the center of the martial arts arena, raised his bamboo hat slightly, and spoke in a clear voice:

"Nanhuang Jian Wuyi, please enlighten me."

(end of this chapter)