Chapter 165 Young Man on a White Horse Drunk in the Spring Breeze (CP: Ye Dingzhi 14)
Sister Mei and Uncle Li are indeed very similar. On the surface, they appear gentle and pleasant, but in reality, they are spoiled and playful. However, they never fail to do anything important.
Sikong Changfeng subconsciously replied, "I don't think Doctor Li would do that. Everyone says that Doctor Li is gentle and kind, benevolent and generous, like a peerless gentleman."
Because of his old injury, he sought medical treatment everywhere and inquired about the whereabouts of Doctor Li, but unfortunately he was unlucky and never met him.
But he knew and deeply believed in the world's evaluation of Doctor Li.
Li Yimei and Ye Dingzhi said in unison, "Another guy who's been fooled by rumors."
The most important reason why Li Muze has few friends is that he doesn't want to ruin his image in the eyes of the world. If too many people become familiar with him, his public persona will be shattered.
After the battle for the Sword of High Mountains and the Sword of the Vast Ocean ended, Wei Changfeng, the young master of the Famous Sword Manor, said:
"Mountains and seas have all found their masters. This next sword is a Cloud Heaven Grade Sword, which I name—Fire God!"
Wei Changfeng waved his hand, and a sword that was entirely red and exuded a fiery aura flew out of the sword pool.
A man exclaimed in surprise, "It's the Warm Sword Nine-Nine Profound Sun that was broken during the battle between the Kunlun Sword Immortals!"
"To be precise, it was born from the Nine-Nine Profound Yang." Wang Yixing looked at the Fire God Sword in the sky and said regretfully, "It was originally a guest of the Celestial Palace, but it fell to the Nine Heavens and was wasted."
"I'll go!" Three swordsmen stepped onto the stage to compete for the Fire God Sword.
Don't touch my sword.
With a flick of his sword, Wang Yixing sent the wooden sword flying from his back, which then multiplied into three, striking down three swordsmen. Wang Yixing then flew onto the stage and sheathed the wooden sword.
"Didn't you say it was a waste? You're two-faced!" a swordsman scolded.
Wang Yixing said, "That depends on who has the sword. The sword itself has no rank; it is the wielder who proves it."
"How can a sword fly?" Baili Dongjun asked in confusion.
"This is the sword control technique of Wangcheng Mountain. It is not only a sword technique, but also contains the secret methods of Wangcheng Mountain. Such cultivation at such a young age should make him the leader of the current generation of Wangcheng Mountain disciples."
Wen Hujiu explained, his tone filled with admiration for Wang Yihang.
Turning his head, he saw Baili Dongjun with a flushed face. "Hey, I think you're really drunk, aren't you? This is sword wine, it's different from ordinary wine."
“Wang Yixing, the chief disciple of Lü Suzhen, the master of Wangcheng Mountain, has come to retrieve the sword. Gentlemen, I have no interest in swords of higher grade.”
"This sword is just right for me to give to my junior brother when I get back. Everyone, you flatter me." With that, Wang Yixing clasped his hands in a salute and flew back to Baili Dongjun's side with the Fire God Sword.
"Next up is the Celestial Palace Sword."
Finally, the time for the Immortal Palace Sword Appraisal was approaching. Ye Dingzhi straightened up and looked at Wei Changfeng.
"Dongjun, why don't you go up and give it a try later?" Li Yimei urged.
"If Baili Dongjun goes up there, he'll be brought down in no time, right?"
It wasn't that Sikong Changfeng was trying to dampen his enthusiasm; this was his true opinion, and Wenhujiu shared the same view.
"Go up and try it out to broaden your horizons. Taking the sword won't hurt your life, and if you get injured, I'll be there for you."
Li Yimei waved her hand. With her, the little miracle doctor, around, even if the person was injured, she could guarantee that they would be back to their old self in a few days.
Wei Changfeng: "The fourth grade, the sword of the celestial palace, flew from beyond the heavens. I humbly request the immortal to bestow this sword upon me."
A sword flew in from the sky, its hilt and guard a blooming light green lotus flower with gold trim, its silver-white blade shrouded in a hazy mist.
The longsword circled around the group, filling the air with a delicate lotus fragrance that was refreshing and invigorating.
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