"This time, the Sword Forging Villa has three swords, and we need to choose owners for them.
Therefore, the event of this conference is a sword-fighting competition. The three winners will be the owners of the sword, and the first place winner will have the first choice."
As soon as he finished speaking, the three sword servants from the Sword Forging Villa walked onto the stage one by one, holding their swords.
Youyou began to introduce.
"The first sword is Mingyue, its blade is as light and slender as the breeze.
The sword light is like clouds and mist, light and elegant.
When dancing, it is like flying through the clouds, making it difficult to grasp.
It also makes the sword wielder calm and peaceful, and his swordsmanship extraordinary and otherworldly, as noble as the breeze and bright moon.
The second sword is Mo Ran. This sword is as black as ink, and there are patterns of mountains and rivers engraved on the sword. The sword is majestic and powerful, and can mobilize the power of mountains and rivers. With one sword, the mountains and rivers change color.
The sword-wielder embraces the world, using the sword as a brush to paint the landscape."
After taking a look around and seeing everyone's expectant eyes, the Sword Servant felt very proud.
Next, let me introduce the last sword.
"The third sword is Qiankun. The blade is thick and heavy, symbolizing the power of heaven and earth. The hilt is inlaid with gems, which can mobilize the power of heaven and earth. With one sword, the world is turned upside down.
Those who wield the sword are brave and skilled in battle, and have no rivals in the world."
After introducing the three swords, the sword servant withdrew.
Xiao Heshan looked at everyone with a grin and said, "My fellow martial artists, the three swords are right here with me.
Well, without further ado, the winner is the king, and the sword is waiting for you!"
As soon as Xiao Heshan finished speaking, someone jumped onto the arena impatiently.
Then another person jumped up.
The competition started instantly.
Jiang Ling was staring at the three swords at this time.
"Mr. Yue, which sword do you like?"
Yue Qianli thought for a moment and said, "The second one."
When Jiang Ling heard this, his eyes lit up. He also thought that the second Mo Ran sword was very cool in black and had a nice name, which was very suitable for Yue Qianli.
"We really are in perfect sync. I like the second Mo Ran too."
"Well, let's have it then." Yue Qianli said calmly, as if he was saying that he would have barbecue tonight.
After listening to the conversation between the two, Shen Yinyun rolled his eyes. These two people probably didn't treat this place as their home.
Although powerful, one must also be careful to avoid suspicion.
Others don’t know and will just laugh at them for being clueless.
Sure enough, a young man next to them couldn't help but look over.
Then, he whispered, "It's a good thing for you two to be confident. People who don't know would think you are arrogant."
Jiang Ling couldn't help but speak because he found this young man quite interesting.
"Then why don't you think we're arrogant?"
The young man in blue smiled and said confidently, “I still know how to judge people.
Those who can sit in the seats are either from big families or big sects or have high martial arts skills."
Jiang Ling looked around as he said, and sure enough, all the people sitting in the seats were either rich or noble.
Those who are standing there and shouting are all minor characters.
As expected, this is another martial arts world where strength and financial resources are valued.
The young man in blue asked again, "You guys want to go up and compete too? Who's going?"
Jiang Ling nodded and pointed at Yue Qianli.
The young man in blue immediately whispered:
"Let me tell you, from what I've heard, in martial arts competitions, the first few to compete are small fry with very low combat power, while the ones at the back are the masters.
I suggest you go up later, it’s too tiring to go up in front, wait until they are almost out, then go up.”
After hearing what he said, Jiang Ling quickly gave him a thumbs up.
"Brother, we really think alike, hehe."
This was their original plan. What was the point of traveling thousands of miles too early? Would they be treated like monkeys?
Might as well let others have their fun first.
The young man in blue originally thought that the martial arts conference would be boring, but since he lost the competition, it was his turn to represent his family in the martial arts conference.
Unexpectedly, the people around me were quite nice. Not only were they good-looking, but they also had similar interests.
Moreover, they also brought their two little cuties to participate in the martial arts conference. They looked so relaxed and comfortable.
If he hadn't just said that they would also go up to compete, he would have thought that this family was here to have fun and eat and drink for free.
The whole family has a very good mentality, which is worth learning from.
So, he whispered.
"My dear brother, my name is Qiao Yi. What's your name?"
"Oh, I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm Jiang Ling, next to me is Yue Qianli, and they are Shen Yinyun and Gu Chenfeng.
As for the two little ones, the youngest is my son, Doudou, and the slightly older one is my younger brother Jiang Hao."
The young man in blue, Qiao Yi, waved happily to the others.
He came to the right place today and made some friends.
"Hello everyone, I'm Qiao Yi. Nice to meet you all. After the conference, let's go out for dinner together. I'll treat you. How about that?"
Wow, were the ancients so enthusiastic?
He must be a silly boy from a rich family.
Shen Yinyun also thought that Qiao Yi was interesting, so he nodded in agreement.
"After dinner, do you want to go to the Lantern Festival together?"
"Okay, okay."
Qiao Yi seldom goes out to play. One reason is that he has no one to accompany him. He is very bored and might as well stay at home and read storybooks.
Plus it snowed every day and it was so cold that I didn’t want to move.
Today, I went out reluctantly because he lost.
It was so cold, sitting on the mountain and watching others fight. It wasn't like he was seriously ill.
However, now he has made some interesting friends, so it was worth it.
The martial arts competition was in full swing, with rounds of people going up and down.
Li Ningyu of the Kongyue School, holding a long sword and moving lightly, took the lead in attacking. His sword was like a spirit snake and his moves were fierce.
Having just defeated his previous opponent, he met Monk Liaofan from Chanyin Temple. Monk Liaofan was as steady as a rock and easily dispelled Li Ningyu's attack with a wave of his Zen stick.
The two fought back and forth for dozens of rounds, and Monk Liaofan forced Li Ningyu back with one blow.
Before Luo Fan could catch his breath, Lin Qingfeng from the Xiaoyao Sect flew onto the stage.
His swordsmanship was graceful, and he used softness to overcome hardness, and he engaged in a fierce duel with Monk Liaofan.
This kind of round-robin battle is the most physically demanding. Faced with Lin Qingfeng's flexible and changeable swordsmanship, Monk Liaofan fell into a passive position and was eventually defeated by Lin Qingfeng.
At this time, there were only a few masters left, and Lin Qingfeng couldn't help but feel a little excited. If he could hold on a little longer, even third place would be pretty good.
Just as he was thinking about it, Zhao Wuji of the Tianlong Gang leaped up. Zhao Wuji's swordsmanship was so powerful that every sword strike was accompanied by a whistling sound.
Lin Qingfeng's flexible and changeable sword skills finally defeated Zhao Wuji after a hard fight.
There was another fierce battle that followed, and Lin Qingfeng won narrowly every time. After three consecutive games, his momentum instantly increased.
The disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect immediately cheered loudly.
"Senior Brother Lin will win! Senior Brother Lin will win!"
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