Young man on white horse, I am in the human world, who dares to call himself an immortal?

What is unexpected is that.

Wei Tinglu not only did not get angry, but took a few steps forward and said loudly: "This is the last Yunpin sword in Wei's life."

"The name of the sword is Changge!"

"Whoever can take this sword from this young master today will own it."

Wei Tinglu looked at Wen Jiutian meaningfully.

As soon as this was said, everyone immediately started to talk about it.

Cheng Yu of Wushuang City took a sip of tea and said slowly: "Do you want this sword?"

The young disciple frowned slightly and shook his head: "The sword is a good sword."

"What a pity!" Cheng Yu sighed lightly.

No one in Wushuang City stood up.

Suddenly, a figure jumped onto the high platform.

"The heir of the Shadow Sect." Wen Hujiu smiled and said: "I thought Wushuang City wanted to snatch it from my eldest nephew, but I didn't expect it."

"Is there anyone else who wants to take it?" Wei Luting asked with an expression that he didn't mind the trouble.

But no one was willing to go on stage.

Of course, they were not afraid of Wen Jiutian, but the heir of the Shadow Sect. They thought they were no match for him and even sneered at the black-clothed boy.

"Young Master, it seems that you only have one opponent." Wei Tinglu said regretfully.

The heir of the Shadow Sect did not look at Wen Jiutian, but turned to look in the direction of Wushuang City, "Don't you want it?"

"They belong to someone else." Wei Luting smiled.

"Are you still going to fight?" Wen Jiutian suddenly became impatient.

The heir of the Shadow Sect was stunned when he heard this, and then he bowed and said: "I am Song Chen of the Shadow Sect. May I ask your name?"

"Wen Jiutian of the Wen family." Wen Jiutian bowed casually: "Master Wei, I want the long song, and I also want the Fire God."

Wei Tinglu was stunned, "Young Master Wen, Mingjian Villa does not have such a rule."

"I have it today." Wen Jiutian smiled.

Luo Yanlu, who had been sitting behind him, rolled his eyes at Wen Jiutian, "Sir, I've taken the sword, but you should return the zither to me, right?"

Wen Jiutian smiled and handed the zither back.

Wei Tinglu thought for a moment, looked at Wang Yihang and the other two who were trying to snatch the Fire God Sword, and said loudly: "This Wen sir wants to take the Fire God Sword and my Changge Sword together. I'll make an exception this time. If you have any opinions, you can go up on stage and take them!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone started to talk.

Many Jianghu people wanted to jump onto the high platform, and even Wang Yihang and Luo Cheng, who were fighting swords, stopped their swords.

Under the stage, Wen Hujiu frowned: "This kid, isn't he looking for death?"

A man in purple clothes in the distance urged the white-haired man in front of him: "Hurry up, don't keep the young lady waiting for too long."

"But..." The white-haired fairy hesitated for a moment, but when he heard the word young lady, he gritted his teeth and jumped onto the high platform.

"Oh?" Song Chen was stunned, "Who are you?"

"White-haired Immortal!" The white-haired man glanced at Wen Jiutian and said proudly, but he obviously lost some confidence.

"Let's start?" Wen Jiutian raised Changge and smiled: "This is my first time using a sword. If I hurt someone, I won't compensate."

Wei Tinglu looked carefully and suddenly said: "Mr. Wen, whether it succeeds or not, after the end, are you willing to stay in the villa temporarily?"

"Will this zither player stay?" Wen Jiutian smiled.

That Wei Tinglu didn't dare to answer, for fear of saying something wrong.

Wen Hujiu patted Baili Dongjun who was drunk: "Little Baili, get up quickly, your cousin is going to fight."

The Taoist priest in Qingcheng Mountain murmured: "Interesting, what does this kid want to do? He even snatched the sword I gave to my junior brother Zhao Yuzhen?"

"Mr. Wen, I won't be polite then." The white-haired immortal's long sword directly attacked and rushed straight to Wen Jiutian.

Song Chen's footsteps were rapid. In their Shadow Sect's swordsmanship, the sword is the second and the footsteps are the first. The ultimate swordsmanship is to transform one person into three people and transform into three swords in one breath.

The sword of the White-haired Immortal and the sword of Song Chen rushed forward together.

But when they stabbed Wen Jiutian, they found that they missed.

"How could it be?" Song Chen's heart tightened.

Although the White-haired Immortal was mentally prepared, he was still shocked.

The next second, Wen Jiutian appeared beside Wang Yixing and patted his shoulder, "Master, the Fire God Sword is mine!"

Wang Yixing smiled: "Interesting guy." But when he saw the three words "pornography, gambling and drugs" behind Wen Jiutian, he was speechless.

He also drew his sword, and suddenly rolled up the sword flower, one flower became ten flowers, and hit Wen Jiutian.

"This is my first time using a sword, try this trick!" Wen Jiutian smiled slightly, and he jumped up.

A murderous atmosphere suddenly appeared around the platform. Every blade of grass and tree in the mountains swayed slightly and then fluttered wildly. The leaves turned into countless sword qi.

Under Wen Jiutian's feet was another platform formed by countless grasses and trees. It looked like a snake and a dragon, about ten feet long.

Wen Hujiu was drinking wine, but suddenly he couldn't help but spit it out.

The sword servant was studying the Bloodthirsty Sword.He looked up and suddenly smiled bitterly: "Oh, what a pity, you look down on it."

Cheng Yu of Wushuang City sighed, "This sword, using mountain plants as a sword, is really extraordinary." As he said, he looked at the disciple beside him and said: "What did he say just now, what is his last name?"

"Just now he said his last name is Wen!" The disciple was already looking up in amazement.

"The Wen family in Lingnan?" Cheng Yu was puzzled, "When did the Wen family produce such a talented young man." After saying that, he looked at the warm pot of wine opposite, and continued to look at Wen Jiutian on the high ground, shaking his head.

In their opinion, Wen Jiutian stood at the highest point, with golden light all over his body, imposing and awe-inspiring. It seemed inappropriate to say that he was a Confucian immortal, because as long as you think of him being from the Wen family, especially the three words of pornography, gambling and drugs, it is hard to believe that he is a Confucian scholar.

"I didn't expect that he actually has such a skill." Wang Yihang from Qingcheng Mountain wanted to retreat, but he couldn't. When he reacted, he found that the sword energy formed by the grass and trees all around him cut off his retreat.

Song Chen and Baifaxian were both stunned and drew their swords to resist.

But it was too slow.

The young man who stepped on the long dragon of sword energy gently swung his sword, and everyone on the stage was knocked off the stage.

"Bang... Bang... Bang... Bang..."

The four people fell heavily to the ground, and a leaf was hanging in front of each of them. It was not until Wen Jiutian put away his sword that they fell quietly.

Baifaxian stared at Wen Jiutian who fell gently to the ground in disbelief.

"Xiaobai, I just heard that your young lady also wanted this Changge Sword?" Wen Jiutian raised his eyebrows, "Take me there quickly, I'll give the sword to her."

"I didn't expect that your sword is more powerful than your knife." Baifaxian smiled awkwardly.

"White-haired, come back." A woman's voice came from afar, the voice was gentle and moving, very pleasant to hear. It was obviously an order, but the listener's heart was moved.

Wen Jiutian looked in the direction of the voice, and saw a woman in white, standing alone.

"Hey, Xiaobai, this Changge, help me send your lady." Wen Jiutian forced the Changge sword into the hands of the white-haired fairy, "Help me make an appointment with your lady some other day, I will provide the wine, she will provide the meat! I will provide a and she will provide b"

White-haired fairy: "......."

At this time, four figures appeared, they were four young masters.

Luo Xuan glanced at his sister on the stage, nodded and smiled, but couldn't help but admire: "Born a sword embryo."

Lei Mengsha covered his mouth and laughed, "Born a sword embryo? Why do I feel like you are scolding me."

"You are self-aware." Young Master Liu Yue smiled.

"Xiao Hei, look at him, he is wearing black clothes and a black sword like you, and he talks more than me." Lei Mengsha looked at Master Mochen: "That kid wants everything, are you going to take the sword?"

Among these people, only Master Mochen is a real sword fanatic, but after seeing the sword just now, he still shook his head: "Changge is not black, I don't like it."

"Grab it and paint it black, isn't it?" Lei Mengsha suddenly shouted loudly: "Brother Wen, didn't you say that you only like knives and can't use swords?"

"Lei Dazui!" Wen Jiutian heard Lei Mengsha's voice after landing, and shouted regardless.

"Lei Dazui?"

"Lei Dazui!"

The three masters laughed.

"What a weird name?" Luo Xuan gloated.

"This kid." Lei Mengsha pursed his lips, and suddenly he exclaimed: "Wait, Master Qingge, why did he go to find your sister..."

Luo Xuan was shocked, "You guys chat first, I'll go and take my sister away."

.....

"Master Wen."

"Ah, it's Brother Luo, why are you here?"

"Why are you looking for my sister?"

"Brother, he..."

"Master Wen, it's not too late for us to retreat and talk."

"Okay!"