Young White Horse: Legend of Beili: Jianghu Inn

Jiang Chen walked into the villa and was led by the villa staff to a wine table.

Jiang Chen sat down, greeted the swordsmen around him, and began to observe.

There was a huge platform in the courtyard, and the wine table was under the platform.

Sure enough, Baili Dongjun and Wenhujiu were seen at the VIP table. The two drank and chatted with the sword servant standing beside them.

This was Wei Changfeng, the young master of Mingjian Villa, and also the founder of Bu Ranchen.

Seeing the sword servant, Jiang Chen smiled slightly.

Time passed slowly.

More and more people gathered in the villa courtyard. At this time, the sword rang three times.

"The opening ceremony of the sword ceremony begins!"

I saw a beautiful woman in white flying from behind, holding a zither in her arms, followed by a group of women in green.

The zither sang and danced.

The beautiful sound of the zither and the beautiful dance style attracted the attention of the swordsmen around.

"Is this Luo Xuan's sister Luo Yanlu? There are indeed many beauties in the world." Jiang Chen also appreciated the piano music and dance.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he thought of the inn mission. If Luo Yanlu was invited to the inn to play the piano and dance every day, would the popularity of the inn increase?

At this time, the piano music gradually stopped, the dance ended, and thirty high mountain swords flew from behind and were steadily inserted into the high platform.

"High Mountain Sword, come and take it!"

A strong voice sounded, and Wei Tinglu, the owner of Mingjian Villa, stood up and shouted.

In an instant, the swordsmen under the stage entered the high platform one after another, and used their skills just for a high mountain sword.

On the high platform, the battle was turned upside down, and the swordsmanship was chaotic.

In the end, thirty swordsmen won the high mountain sword and stood on the high platform, with more or less injuries on their bodies.

"Next is the second-grade sword, the Canghai Sword!" Wei Tinglu waved his hand, and ten Canghai swords fell on the high platform.

"Everyone, please!"

This time, the swordsmen in the audience were even more enthusiastic. In an instant, a fight broke out on the high platform, which was even more intense than the fight for the Gaoshan Sword.

Jiang Chen was also fascinated by it. This was simply a large-scale fight scene.

He looked away and saw that Baili Dongjun was already drunk, with a smile on his face.

The Ten Swords of the Sea were soon taken away.

"The third-grade sword, the first sword of Yuntian, Caiyun!" An old man came with a sword and stood on the high platform.

"I'll do it."

Chen Feiduo, the young master of Tianjianmen, stepped on the high platform. He bent down slightly and said:

"Uncle."

The old man ignored it and looked at the audience.

"I'll fight you." A swordsman in the audience flew in.

The two of them fought instantly.

In the end, Chen Feiduo won several battles and got the Caiyun Sword.

"The second sword of Yuntian, the Fire God Sword." A woman in red flew onto the stage and inserted the fiery red sword in her hand into the stage.

"This sword is mine." Wang Yihang, wearing a Taoist robe, held a wooden sword and pointed at the people below the stage.

"Hmph, let me meet you." The swordsmen below the stage were not convinced and went on stage to challenge.

In the end, they all lost.

"Anyone else?" Wang Yihang looked towards Wushuang City with a hint of provocation.

In the end, no one responded to the challenge, and the Fire God Sword fell into Wang Yihang's hands.

"The last Yuntian sword, Changge!" Wei Tinglu appeared on the high platform.

"Come on."

"I'll do it."

A voice sounded from outside the courtyard, and a figure instantly came to the high platform.

It was the white-haired fairy.

"Who are you?" Wei Tinglu asked.

"Heaven beyond heaven, white-haired fairy!" The white-haired fairy looked proud.

"Hmph, whoever you are, this sword is mine." The descendant of the Shadow Sect came to the high platform and immediately started fighting with the White-haired Immortal.

"Your Qinggong is good, but your swordsmanship is a bit lacking." The White-haired Immortal put a jade sword against the neck of the descendant of the Shadow Sect.

"I lost."

The White-haired Immortal took back the jade sword and looked around: "Who else?"

Many swordsmen looked at Wushuang City, but the people of Wushuang City did not move, which made the swordsmen around very confused.

"Haha, then this sword belongs to me." The White-haired Immortal laughed, jumped off the high platform, and came to a young man in purple.

"You really like to show off..." Zi Yi Hou shook his head and said.

At this time, Wei Tinglu's sword intention flashed, which immediately attracted everyone's attention, so he said:

"Everyone, I am here to announce one thing. From now on, I will retire to the Sword Pavilion, and my son Wei Changfeng will succeed me as the owner of the manor, because he has forged the fourth-grade Fairy Palace Sword!"

As soon as the voice fell, the swordsmen in the audience were shocked.

"Where is the Fairy Palace Sword?"

"Here!"

Wei Changfeng, who was standing next to Baili Dongjun, shouted, flew onto the stage, waved his hand, and a sword instantly fell from the clouds in the sky.

It was like a sword from the sky, like a fairy.

"This sword is called Bu Ran Chen!"

Bu Ran Chen made a clear sound, and the light shone in all directions.Baili Dongjun was originally drunk, but he sobered up instantly after hearing this voice and looked at the sword on the stage.

"This sword is mine!"

Wenhujiu heard this and patted his head: "What is yours, what do you have to fight for it!"

Baili Dongjun covered his head and felt a little wronged: "Uncle, why did you hit me?"

"I know swordsmanship, I can fight for it."

Wenhujiu took a sip of sword wine and said in disbelief: "You know nothing about swordsmanship."

"Really, my master taught me."

"Who is your master?"

"My master is..." Baili Dongjun was about to say something when another voice suddenly rang out from outside the courtyard.

"The sound of the clear sound is not stained by the mortal world, a good sword, a good sword." Lei Mengsha walked slowly into the courtyard, followed by Liu Yue, Luo Xuan and Mo Xiaochen.

"The Four Young Masters of Beili?"

The swordsmen around were shocked and looked at them.

This year's sword ceremony was so lively that it attracted so many people in the martial arts world.

Wei Tinglu turned to look at Wei Changfeng, with doubt in his eyes.

"Father, this is my selfish desire. I want to let Bu Ran Chen fall into the hands of someone who knows more about swords."

"Alas..." Wei Tinglu heard this and sighed: "It's up to you. Now you are the owner of the manor."

"Thank you, father." Wei Changfeng's face was happy, and he looked at the audience and shouted:

"My Bu Ran Chen is only worthy of someone who knows it better."

The Bu Ran Chen on the stage made a sword sound at the same time.

"It is worthy of being a sword of the Immortal Palace, Yan Hui." The elder of Wushuang City said in a low voice.

"Yes." Song Yanhui took the order, took a step, and came to the high platform.

The swordsmen in the audience saw Wushuang City go up first, and they all realized that they didn't make a move before because of this Bu Ran Chen.

Song Yanhui drew out the Shuiyue Sword: "Wushuang City, Song Yanhui, please teach me!"

Jiang Chen, who was watching the show quietly in the audience, looked at Song Yanhui with a hint of interest in his eyes.

"Is this the sword embryo? I wonder if it can unlock the guest room?"

"I'll do it!"

A young man flew in from the stage, standing in a red robe.

"Who are you?"

"Ye Dingzhi!" The young man Ye Dingzhi looked calm.

Jiang Chen was shocked when he heard these three words. How could Ye Dingzhi appear here?

He looked up at the young man on the stage. It was indeed him.

Is this a mess of books and movies?

Or is it because of him?

"But it's getting more and more interesting this way." Jiang Chen whispered.

At this moment, the fight has already started on the stage.

Song Yanhui used the Water Moon Sword, which was natural, beautiful and elegant.

In the end, Song Yanhui still lost to Ye Dingzhi by half a move.

"Thank you." Ye Dingzhi smiled slightly.