My Mobile Phone Connects To Another World

Qin Hao found a restaurant next to the high platform, ordered a large table of food, and enjoyed the food while watching the competition on the high platform.

After Liu Laosan left the field, several more people went up to the platform to challenge the young people, but there was no doubt that they all lost.

The strongest of those people are only third-grade warriors, so how can they be the opponents of the young man on the stage.

After these people were defeated, they all took out a copper coin from their arms and put it into the ceramic jar. Qin Hao finally understood that the young man on the stage was another form of street performance.

He made a rule that if anyone could survive thirty moves under him, he would give him ten taels of silver in both hands. If someone could defeat him, he would not only give him ten taels of silver, but also give him the ancestral sword as a gift.

There is an Eight Immortals table behind the young man. On the table sits a sword with a slender blade. Judging from its style, it looks a bit like the Tang Dynasty sword in the earth world, but it is wider than the Tang sword and has a certain curvature at the front end of the blade. , straighter than the Japanese katana, Qin Hao couldn't tell what kind of sword it was.

Someone once questioned that the sword behind the young man was just a gimmick, but the young man was not angry and started to show it in public. The young man threw a rag into the air, and then placed the sword across the rag with the blade facing up. When the rag fell, it crossed the blade. It was actually cut in two, which shows how sharp the knife is.

Most of those who came to the stage to challenge were aiming for this sword. After all, failure in the challenge only cost one silver. If they won, they would not only be rewarded with a hundred times the silver, but also get such a priceless sword. The sword. So there is an endless stream of people challenging it.

However, after more than a dozen people were defeated, everyone finally understood that since this young man dared to take out such a precious sword as a bet, he naturally had his confidence. In the end, everyone who came to the stage was a master. , and even a fourth-grade master came out.

But even such a master couldn't do more than thirty moves in the hands of that young man, let alone defeat the young man and win the treasured sword.

By this time, everyone understood that the young man in front of them was not an ordinary expert, and knowledgeable people had already seen that he was at the fifth level. Such a level of cultivation was already rare in Yunzhou City. Even if There are not many such masters in Yunzhou Chengzhou Mufu.

At this point, no one came on stage to challenge anymore.

The young man felt a little disappointed. He bowed his hands to the people watching the excitement in the audience, and began to pack his things and prepare to close the stall.

Just as the young man was packing up and thinking about where to go next, a voice stopped him.

"The foreigner, wait."

The young man turned around and saw a group of people approaching on the street not far away. One of them, a handsome young man, was surrounded by stars and was walking towards the high platform.

When the people watching the excitement around saw the young master, they suddenly looked frightened and turned away, as if they had seen some wild beast.

The young man didn't know the Young Master, but seeing him fighting like this, he also knew that this person had an extraordinary origin. He might be the young master of a powerful family in Yunzhou City.

The young man walked to the edge of the high platform, glanced at the high platform that was higher than others, and then stepped up without hesitation.

Just when everyone thought that the young master was going to show some impressive lightness skills and jumped onto the stage, a figure crawled on the ground without any warning, arching his back. The young master's feet happened to fall down and step on the man's back.

Then the second person came forward, half-bent, and bowed in front of the young master. The young master raised his foot and stepped on him very naturally.

In this way, the young master stepped on the steps built by the human body and stepped onto the high platform steadily step by step.

The young people on the stage were quite surprised by this scene, but in the eyes of the surrounding people, they all looked at it as a matter of course, as if they were already used to it.

The young master walked up to the high platform and came to the young man. The entourage behind him immediately jumped up and followed the young master.

The young master turned the folding fan in his hand coolly and smiled at the young man:

"I heard that you are giving away swords in a martial arts contest here?"

The young man didn't want to offend this young man who seemed to be an extraordinary man at first glance, so he held his hands in his hands and said politely:

"Young Master is right, I have an ancestral heirloom..."

Before the young man finished speaking, the young man opened the folding fan in his hand with a snap, and then said in a calm tone:

"Bring it to me and see."

The young man was interrupted mid-sentence and felt a little unhappy, but he still endured not speaking. Instead, he turned around and took the sword from the table and handed it to the young master with both hands.

The young master held the handle of the sword, and his hand sank slightly. After he stabilized himself, he waved behind him, and a subordinate immediately walked up.

The young master looked at the sword in his hand and said calmly:

"Draw the sword."

Without any hesitation, the guard directly pulled out the lancet from his waist and held it forward.

Without saying a word, the young master directly raised the sword in his hand and slashed at the lancet in the servant's hand.

The young man standing aside couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. He was fully capable of stopping him, but he didn't move at all.

The precious sword in the young master's hand stood on the servant's lancet. He only heard a slight sound of gold and iron. The lancet, which was of relatively good quality, was cut into two, and even the fracture was flat and smooth. Incomparable.

The young master looked at the sword in his hand and found that the blade was still intact and not damaged at all.

There was deep surprise in his eyes, he looked at the sword and said:

"One thousand taels, this sword belongs to me. It happens to be my grandfather's birthday, so let's treat it as a birthday gift."

The young man frowned, then smiled and said:

"Young master is joking. I won't sell my sword. If you can defeat me, I won't take any money from you."

The young master glanced at him casually and said impatiently:

"That's too much trouble. Two thousand taels, that's it."

"Give him money."

After the young master said that, he took the knife and was about to leave. A flash of red flashed in the young man's eyes, but he didn't stop him. Instead, he said something strange?

"Young Master, are you sure you want to break the rules?"

The young master smiled and said:

"What? It can't be bad?"

The young man smiled and said:

"Since the young master insists, I have nothing to say. As for the money, don't worry about giving it. I will go to the young master's house to get it by then."

Young Master laughed and said:

"Hahaha, I live in the Zhou Mu Mansion. If you dare to come, let alone two thousand taels, let alone twenty thousand taels."

The young man just smiled and stopped talking.

The young master stopped looking at him, turned around, stepped on the ladder and walked down the high platform, and walked away.

The crowd watching the excitement in the distance couldn't help but shake their heads and sigh, it was a pity that a good knife was lost.

Some people also ridiculed the young man for not overestimating his abilities. With such a treasure, he dared to show off in the market like this. It would be strange not to be noticed by that dandy.

In the restaurant, watching the young man packing his things silently, Qin Hao drank a glass of wine with great interest and muttered:

"There may be a bloody disaster tonight."