"Okay, in that case, I'll do as you wish!"

Luo Fanjin stretched out his hand, and a drop of blood flew out from his palm and fell onto the hilt of the Longyin Sword.

The drop of blood quickly disappeared, and at this moment, the Dragon Roar Sword began to swing faster, and the sound of dragon roars could be heard continuously.

The next second, the silver blade of the Dragon Roar Sword suddenly fell off, and instead emitted a dazzling golden light.

The blade of the Dragon Roar Sword turned completely golden, with a lifelike dragon image hovering on it. In just a few breaths, it looked as if a new sword had been used.

"It turned out that the spirit sword recognized its master!"

"How interesting! The Dragon Roar Sword did not recognize Jin Qiaoqiao as its master, but recognized someone else as its master. This is really embarrassing for Piao Miao Pavilion!"

Below the stage, the head of Piao Miao Pavilion could not help but become furious when he saw his daughter Jin Qiaoqiao lying on the ground in such a miserable state.

"Hurry up and bring your senior sister back!" he said gritting his teeth, and his eyes were full of hostility when he looked at Luo Fanjin.

Luo Fanjin stretched out her hand, and the Dragon Roar Sword flew into her palm, looking very obedient.

Seeing this, Xue Cancan also ran over happily. She couldn't let this latecomer, Broken Sword, take her place.

In the ring competition, the monks fell or ran away, and in the end, only Lai Luo Fanjin was left standing.

The referees from the organizer had no choice but to choose those who were not seriously injured. The order in which the people fell on the ring would determine the qualifying ranking.

When Luo Fanjin stepped down from the stage, she saw Jin Qiaoqiao being carried away. At this moment, a figure blocked her way. Luo Fanjin looked closely and found that it was Jin Qiaoqiao's father.

"What? Do you want to take back the sword for Jin Qiaoqiao?" She looked at Master Jin with calm eyes.

"Oh! My daughter is not talented enough, and it was her misfortune that she was defeated by you. However, this Dragon Roar Sword is an heirloom of my Jin family. Please hand it over, fellow Taoist!" Sect Leader Jin's voice was stiff, as if he was holding back his anger.

"Impossible! This spirit sword has already recognized me as its master. If you ask it to leave, do you think it will agree?" Luo Fanjin said softly with a playful look on his face.

[Haha, if you call it, will it respond? So funny! ]

[The anchor is so talented, it would be strange if Master Jin wasn't mad! Look at how he's gritting his teeth, it's like he wants to tear the anchor to pieces.]

[The host is being unreasonable, isn't she? This is someone's ancestral heirloom, and now it's in her hands, and she won't return it. You guys are vying to worship someone with such bad behavior, your worldview must be ruined!]

[The guy above is probably an old antique from some distant planet. It's already a different era, and he's still discussing the host's character. The host's character has been tested by time. Besides, in the world of immortal cultivation, strength is respected, and it's a very common thing for a spirit sword to recognize its master. It's really despicable for Master Jin to ask for it again.]

[I only know that taking someone else's things without permission is wrong, and taking without asking is stealing! ]

[Haha, you big head ghost! It was obviously this sword that took the initiative to approach the anchor, what does it have to do with the anchor himself? ]

In the live broadcast room, the audience had different opinions on Luo Fanjin's contract with the Dragon Roar Sword.

Some people thought that this was an heirloom of the Jin family and must be returned. Some people thought that the spirit sword took the initiative to recognize its master, proving that the sword belonged to Luo Fanjin and there was no need to return it. For a while, the audience argued endlessly over whether to return it or not.

In the plot world, just as Luo Fanjin's cold eyes met with Master Jin, a voice interrupted their confrontation.

"Master Jin is wrong. This Dragon Roar Sword is not an heirloom of Piao Miao Pavilion, right?"

Yang Ke walked to Luo Fanjin's side and blocked most of Luo Fanjin's sight with his body.

"Where did you come from, you arrogant kid? Stop talking nonsense here."

Seeing Master Jin’s face flushed with anger, Yang Ke remained calm.

He took a step forward and said more contentedly, "Master Jin, have you forgotten that the Dragon Roar Sword was originally found and forged by the Jiang family in the Dragon Cave? The ancestors of the Jin family stole it. For so many years, the Dragon Roar Sword has never been seen because the descendants of the Jiang family are still alive. You dare not bet whether the other party knows this. Am I right? Pavilion Master Jiang?"

Yang Ke stared at Master Jin intently, but raised questions to Jiang Tongtian while speaking.

Hearing this, Jiang Tongtian stood there in a daze.

He suddenly took out an ancient notebook in public and flipped through a few pages.

"Yes, it actually happened!" Jiang Tongtian said excitedly.

Then, he used magic to display the page in his hand.

"Dad, isn't this the sword book passed down from our Jiang family? It records all the magical weapons created by our family from ancient times to the present!" Jiang Tao asked.

"Not bad!" Jiang Tongtian said with emotion.

"This sword book has been around for tens of thousands of years. My Jiang family has forged countless swords, but the Dragon Roar Sword has never been made. This also shows one thing from some aspects, that is, the Jin family stole this item and killed people to silence them!"

Jiang Tongtian glared at Master Jin, wishing he could fight with him right away.

"Master Jiang, do you have any evidence to support your statement? Just relying on a tattered booklet, you say that our Jin family's ancestral magic weapon was stolen?" Sect Leader Jin said with his neck puffed out, refusing to admit that the matter had anything to do with his Jin family.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Tongtian smiled with a sarcasm on his face.

"I expected you to say that. Our Jiang family ancestors were wise and made some marks in advance! So, you can't escape."

After saying that, Jiang Tongtian turned around, looked at Luo Fanjin and said, "Fellow Daoist Luo, can you show me the location of the hilt of the Dragon Roar Sword in your hand?"

Luo Fanjin nodded and readily revealed the hilt of the sword.

At this moment, the spiritual energy around Jiang Tongtian was surging, and a gust of wind suddenly blew up, causing his clothes to rustle.

"Everyone, watch carefully!"

Jiang Tongtian kept changing his gestures, as if he was performing some mysterious magic.

At this time, Jiang Tao slowly explained, "This is the secret method of my Shen Ji Pavilion. It is used to make all the magic weapons refined by the Jiang family show the mark. This is also the unique method of my Jiang family. This kind of mark will only be used on top-level weapons."

Jiang Tao's words gradually made everyone's understanding clear. They felt that the Dragon Roar Sword seemed to really belong to the Jiang family, otherwise it would be so embarrassing for Jiang Tongtian to make such a big fuss!

Jin Qiaoqiao stood up at this moment, limped to the side of Master Jin, and looked at Luo Fanjin with a pair of eyes that seemed to be poisoned.

She suffered such a great humiliation today, all thanks to Luo Fanjin. She had to fight him to the death to relieve the resentment in her heart.

As time passed, the Dragon Roar Sword in Luo Fanjin's hand suddenly shone brightly.

There was a flash of light, and a mark suddenly appeared on the hilt.

"Jiang family!"

Someone read the two words aloud, and everyone in the venue heard them.

Jiang Tongtian laughed, Jin Qiaoqiao was shocked, and Sect Leader Jin was angry!