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This was a large, luxurious ship with an antique look. There was silence all around. It seemed that no one expected that Jin Ping'er actually knew the person in front of him.

Even her master, Fairy Sanmiao, the leader of the Hehuan Sect, had a hint of surprise in her soft and soft eyes. She slightly raised her white neck and looked at the young man holding the sword in front of her.

At the same time, the ghost king of the Ghost King Sect had a slight smile on his lips, and the old poison god of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect narrowed his eyes and kept moving his fingers slightly.

Chen Jun withdrew his gaze and turned to look at the beautiful woman in goose-yellow clothes in front of him. She still looked as if she were yesterday, with affectionate eyebrows and black hair lightly draped over her shoulders. Her appearance was shocking even if it was covered by a gauze.

"Your name is Jin Ping'er?"

"Yes." The woman smiled softly, and her eyes flashed with a bit of cunning like an elf, "Have you forgotten me so quickly, sir?"

"That's not true."

As he spoke, Chen Jun stretched out his big hand to touch Jin Ping'er's face in full view of everyone. The woman did not expect that he would reach out his hand rudely. She subconsciously shrank and her eyes were sullen, but she suddenly thought of something and stopped.

Stay still and let him touch your face.

But that hand didn't go any further. It just held up the thin veil between its index and middle fingers, and smiled softly: "You should be a beauty. Why hide your appearance? Can you uncover it?"

Jin Ping'er and Yin Ling smiled sweetly and said, "Ping'er doesn't look good. I think the young master will be disappointed when he sees it."

After hearing this, Chen Jun didn't reveal it, but made another unexpected move under everyone's gaze.

He immediately sat down on the only free side of the square table with a golden sword, and placed the long sword on the square table with a clang. Opposite it happened to be where thousands of people from the Ghost King Sect were approaching.

Beside the railing of the treasure ship, Xiao Yicai opened his eyes wide and his hand holding the long sword was trembling.

How dare he?

He is so bold and crazy, but he doesn’t know that these three are the leaders of the strongest forces in the Demon Sect. The Ghost King Sect, the Hehuan Sect, and the Wandu Sect are not much worse than the Qingyun Sect. These three sect leaders have at least seven lines of the Qingyun Sect.

The strength of the first seat.

Chen Jun had no way of knowing what Xiao Yicai was thinking, and he wouldn't take it seriously if he did.

The Demon Sect is not the righteous Qingyun Sect. It plays the gentle, courteous and thrifty style. Here the strong are respected and the fittest survive. If there is no special feature, it is impossible to play Infernal Affairs and get the upper hand.

After all, Chen Jun has been a godfather of the underworld, which is almost the same as the demon sect, and he knows the ways and rules of it very well.

In the eyes of the boss, I am not afraid that you are crazy, stupid, or vicious, but I am afraid that you are worthless and just a piece of scrap metal. Now that you have come to the Demon's Nest and face the high-level demon sect, Chen Jun can't do anything about the Demon Sect.

When the information comes back, Xiao Yicai will probably be outclassed.

However, Xiao Yicai is not interested in starting from the bottom step by step and using righteous thinking. Thinking like this with gangster thinking, if he wants to become a middle-level leader of the Demon Sect in one fell swoop, he must establish a personality for himself.

Crazy, arrogant and arrogant, and can be used as an extremely sharp knife. This was the persona he set for himself in the Demon Sect when he and Xiao Yicai looked at each other.

Of course, these are all based on strength. If you don't have strength, you will die.

Moreover, he must be crazy. Strategically, he must despise this group of people, but tactically, he must pay attention to these people. Otherwise, even if the three leaders of the Demon Sect can return alive, they will be seriously injured.

Chen Jun picked up the wine glass and took a sip: "The wine is good."

He glanced over from the corner of his eye, and as he expected, the three subordinates and apprentices at the table were all in an uproar and shocked, but none of them had any reaction.

The Old Poison God of the Wan Du Sect has lived the longest among the three. If you didn’t look carefully, you would have thought he was an old farmer from the country. He squinted his eyes and seemed kindly concerned about anything. Fairy Sanmiao from the Hehuan Sect played with her black hair and looked at him lovingly like autumn water.

, with a smile on his face, the ghost king who looks like an elegant scholar is the strongest in the sect and is also the strongest himself. He has a square face with thin eyebrows and bright pupils that look very interesting.

Thousands of people came to say: "When entertaining guests, it is natural to have good wine. May I ask my little brother's name?"

"Chen Jun, who is driving?"

"My surname is Wan, the cursive character is Ren Qu." The elegant and calm Wan Qu said his name gently, and a power suddenly appeared between his eyebrows. It was extremely powerful. With this name, there was a vague intention to control the crowd.

He smiled and said: "I am currently the leader of the Holy Sect Ghost King Sect. Where is Brother Chen?"

Xiao Yicai twitched the corner of his mouth, and he listened clearly and carefully. He had already called him brother and sister before he even had a cup of tea.

But immediately he pricked up his ears, curious about Chen Jun's answer.

"Loose cultivators in the mountains and fields, without any sect or sect, Brother Wan is laughing at him."

"There, Brother Chen's swordsmanship to the sky just now astonished us. I am afraid that only the Qingyun Sect's amazing swordsmanship can be matched in this world. Where did Brother Chen learn this magical swordsmanship?"

"I made it myself!"

The truthful answer and the non-arrogant tone were so arrogant and ridiculous in the eyes of many people. Even the old Poison God of the Wandu Sect and the Sanmiao Fairy of the Hehuan Sect raised a smile on their lips.

"oh?"

Wan Wan was surprised at the surface, and shook his head inwardly. His eyes suddenly fell on the long sword he placed on the square table, and he cupped his hands and said: "I have admired a master of swordsmanship like you since I was a child, but unfortunately I don't have enough opportunities to get in, and

I’ve been dreaming of the sword cultivator’s magic weapon that fell for nine days, can you allow me to have a look?”

"It's okay, please do as you please."

Ten Thousand People smiled, pulled out the long sword, a cold light shone through his eyes, flicked the sword's edge and immediately made a crisp sound. He shook his head and sighed: "Although it can be regarded as a sharp weapon, it is only a mortal sword. I, the Ghost King,

Although the sect does not have any natural or earthly treasures, it does have a lot of magic weapons and sharp swords."

"Qinglong, take out the God of Chaos." Wanwan responded to the handsome man behind him, walked into the cabin, and then took out a five-foot red sandalwood sword box, opened the box, and revealed a long sword with scarlet light inside.

"This is the God of Chaos!" Ten Thousand People's eyes were turned red by the light. He placed the divine sword on the table level with Chen Jun's sword and said, "This sword belongs to an elder sword cultivator of our Wilderness Holy Religion thousands of years ago. It belongs to

The Nine Heavens Divine Weapon is no less powerful than the righteous Qingyun Sect Tianya, capable of slaying dragons."

"Now is the time when my holy sect is born, and the situation is so great. I like people like Brother Chen very much. Why don't I give this sword to you." Thousands of people expressed their solicitation in words.

Chen Jun shook his head: "No need. My sword is ready."

"Brother Chen likes this mortal sword. Is there some origin reason?" Thousands of people asked.

"This is the sword of a secular swordsman in South Vietnam two hundred years ago... In the end, the swordsman challenged the immortal."

The story he told was eloquent and attracted many people. Jin Ping'er turned her beautiful eyes and looked at the sword: "No wonder you still have this mortal sword. What happened to the swordsman in the end? Did he win?"

"No, the sleeves of the immortal's robe were torn to pieces, and he is dead." Chen Jun said.

Without any reversal, Fairy Sanmiao curled her lips: "It is true that I am ignorant and arrogant, and my eyesight is limited."

"When a mortal fights against a monk, even though it is an egg against a stone, there is still something valuable about it." Thousands of people looked at the sword and asked again:

"Does this sword have a name?"