Nine Heavens Sword Emperor

The monarch Dongfang Yu personally stood down and offered a glass of wine to Taoist Priest Wufan, who quickly stood up to greet him. The dignified monarch of the Eastern Region could not do anything to honor his junior.

"The king is too polite, Wufan doesn't dare to accept it." Taoist priest Wufan said calmly.

"The Xuantian Sect is the leader of the righteous path in the world, guarding the people of the world to eliminate demons and defend the way. Master Tianqing is one of the top three strong men in the world today. When the master returns, please give my regards to the master. ." Dongfang Yu cupped his fists.

"Absolutely." Wufan agreed.

"It seems that Taoist Priest Wufan is not very good at dealing with this kind of situation." Leng Fuyao looked at Wufan and said calmly.

"He has a pure and flawless Taoist heart. His ability to participate in this kind of martial arts conference is probably required by his master." Lin Che said thoughtfully.

He didn't see any enthusiasm for the martial arts competition from Wu Fan, and it seemed that he didn't care much about the results he got.

After three rounds of drinking, Dongfang Yu proposed an interesting project, that is, one person from each team participating in the competition would take advantage of the wine to perform a show, regardless of type or format. This suggestion made the princesses below Looking forward to it with excitement.

Taoist Priest Wufan spread his hands helplessly, looking extremely funny and casual.

"The monarch has said that the team will perform the show, and I am alone. Don't make it difficult for me to warm up the show."

As soon as these words came out, everyone burst into laughter. Unexpectedly, Taoist Wufan, who seemed to be otherworldly, actually had such a cute side.

Dongfang Yu's eyes fell on Ning Wuhui and Li Chengying, who was standing next to him, cast a threatening look. Li Mosheng immediately understood what the master meant: quickly give me a generous one, and make Yun Xia blush. !

Li Mosheng stood upright and stepped onto the stage with a sword in his hand. It was obvious that he wanted to perform a sword trick for everyone.

His appearance was so handsome, and his heroic and powerful figure aroused the cheers of many princesses in the audience.

Li Mosheng is the descendant of the Sword King, and his sword skills and kung fu are naturally at the pinnacle. Every move is not only powerful and neat, but he also dances it with the grace of a frightening dragon!

Everyone in the audience was praising and applauding, and Li Chengying nodded with satisfaction.

Many little girls had a twinkle of fascination in their eyes.

With Li Mosheng's unique opening, the atmosphere has already been heightened to its peak.

Next, a handsome young man from Lingtian Pavilion came on stage and caused quite a stir. Lin Che was deeply impressed by this person because among the three people in Lingtian Pavilion, there were two men and one woman. Jiang Riyue had a darker complexion and a taller and thicker figure. This was a man. There is a sense of a handsome young man, and the contrast between the two is sharp.

Moreover, this person was not weak in strength and had a cultivation level in the late stage of the God Transformation Realm. Lin Che remembered that his name was Fang Mengjun.

Fang Mengjun played the piano on the stage, and the sound of the piano continued, like snowflakes falling one after another, like the endless trickle of spring water, revealing his profound spiritual power in his fingers.

This program is undoubtedly extremely perfect. It not only provides everyone with auditory enjoyment, but also shows his martial arts strength without leaving any trace. Even Dongfang Yu couldn't help but applaud after listening to it.

"The young people of this generation are really talented in both civil and military skills. I can't help but accept it, hahaha." Dongfang Yu praised them.

Lin Che frowned and looked at Lan Xiao, who quickly lowered his head and ate the delicious food.

"Don't you want to attract the princess here? Why don't you go up and show off your skills? You can also support the Yuhan Sect."

Lan Xiao didn't even raise his head, and his mouth was still full of food. "It's okay to fight, but will I be embarrassed on stage?"

Lin Che glanced at him with hatred, "I gave you a chance, but you're useless."

At this time, Dongfang Yu's eyes fell gently on Lin Che's side, "I heard that the climax is always at the end, my dear nephew Lin Che, everyone is waiting to see you."

Lin Che smiled coquettishly, and then quickly winked at Leng Fuyao. Unfortunately, the latter also gave him a standard and polite smile, pretending not to understand what he meant.

Ayane smiled bitterly. It seemed that she was the only one in the Yuhan Sect who was embarrassed today.

The whole audience fell into a brief silence. I don't know if it was the silence of expectation or the silence of embarrassment.

"I heard that Young Hero Lin Che is a god in swordsmanship. Everyone is so happy tonight, so you can show everyone your swordsmanship." Ning Wuhui suggested.

"It's not interesting to show off my swordsmanship. I'm afraid it will disturb everyone's interest." Lin Che said with a smile.

"It's really boring to dance the sword alone. I can accompany you. After all, Young Hero Lin Che doesn't want you to ruin everyone's interest." Ning Wuhui sneered.

The whole place fell into silence, and even fools could hear Ning Wuhui's hostility.

Lin Che frowned slightly, Ning Wuhui was looking for trouble.

But the atmosphere has reached this point, and it is indeed unreasonable for him not to go on stage, but he still doesn't want to use his trump card here, and he is really riding a tiger.

At this time, everyone's eyes were focused on Lin Che. This situation was indeed difficult for him.

But Lin Che smiled slightly, "Tonight is a happy day. To show your swordsmanship, you don't have to fight and kill."

I saw him walking up to the stage and said, "Your Majesty, I would like to use swordsmanship as my bones and calligraphy as my wings. How about writing an ending to this dinner party?"

"Okay, I didn't expect Lin Che's wise nephew to be so secretive." Dongfang Yu nodded.

Not long after, several maids brought up a square of table wood and the Four Treasures of the Study Room. Dongfang Yu's youngest daughter, Dongfang Yuyan, polished them for Lin Che herself.

The entire audience was silent, everyone was looking forward to Lin Che's book.

"It's a good idea to show kendo with calligraphy, but this is the last program today. You are writing calligraphy slowly on the stage. Have you considered the feelings of the people below? Your program is too monotonous and will disappoint everyone. Don't you really consider me to accompany you to practice directly?" Ning Wuhui provoked.

Li Chengying frowned slightly. It was obviously a bit against the rules for Ning Wuhui to speak like this in such an occasion, but he was not his disciple after all, so it was not easy to say anything.

Lin Che's eyes flashed with a trace of impatience. This Ning Wuhui was really annoying. He had to embarrass himself?

"Don't be impulsive, kid. You really can't beat him now, and you agreed to Huan Qianlong's conditions. The overall situation is more important." Qi Yan reminded hurriedly.

"Who said his program is monotonous?" Leng Fuyao walked to the center of the stage with lotus steps. She rolled up the sleeves of her long skirt, "I will dance a song myself until he finishes writing."

As soon as these words came out, the whole audience burst into warm applause.

Leng Fuyao is the leader of the four pearls of the East Region. It is definitely a rare treat to see her dancing.

Lingyin also showed an incredible look on her face. Is this still her apprentice?

Lin Che took a deep look at Leng Fuyao, then turned around and picked up the brush.

Almost no one knows that Lin Che is the apprentice of the "painting saint" Lin Tianran. He has learned to hold a brush since he was a child when he could not hold a sword.

The moment the thick and colorful brushstrokes bloomed on the rice paper, Lin Che's world was only black and white.

Behind him, Leng Fuyao's incomparable figure was as graceful as a startled swan, like a cold and unparalleled phoenix swaying and dancing. Everyone in the audience, both men and women, was deeply immersed in it. It was so beautiful.

The wonderful time passed in a flash. Leng Fuyao's dance posture amazed the audience. The moment she stopped, Lin Che also added the last stroke on the rice paper!

The sword intent of the supreme sword master in the world descended instantly. The sword intent was tangible and yet intangible, fierce yet gentle, and the mysterious and profound meaning lingered in everyone's heart.

At this time, Lin Che also used the sword intent to float the rice paper in the air, but it did not hurt at all.

Everyone looked at the poems one by one, and was stunned.