Ying Wuji: “…”
He curled his lips.
To be honest, he still likes Brother Juanzi very much.
He is an open-minded and righteous person.
When it comes to serious matters, be clear.
It's just that it's too boring at ordinary times. All I do all day is practice and daydream.
If you don't talk to him, he can ignore you for a whole day, as if he has lost all worldly desires.
If the symptoms had not worsened, Ying Wuji would have wanted to find a psychologist for him long ago.
He looked at the sky and asked, "Brother Juanzi, who is the teacher sent by the Supreme Monastery this time? Could he be your master?"
"have no idea."
Han Juan had a headache: "What if it is, what if it isn't?"
Ying Wuji rubbed his hands and said, "If so, of course you're opening a back door for me! I've calculated that with the number of people attending the meeting now, if we fight two by two to advance, some people will have byes in the first few rounds. Let your commander arrange it, and we can have byes for up to seven rounds."
Han Juan: “…”
He couldn't help but turn his head and said: "Brother Ying! You are quite capable, why are you so sneaky and cunning?"
Ying Wuji spread his hands and said, "I'm learning from you Taoists!"
Han Juan was puzzled: "Why did you learn from our Taoism?"
Ying Wuji grinned and said, "Rule by doing nothing!"
Han Juan was even more confused: "This has nothing to do with ruling by doing nothing, right?"
Ying Wuji curled his lips and said, "Think about it, giving them seven byes is equivalent to me doing nothing and controlling them! Isn't that ruling by doing nothing?"
Han Juan: “???”
He turned his head away and continued to pretend to sleep with his eyes closed.
Not long after, a bell was heard.
"Bang!"
For a moment, countless people were trembling in their hearts.
The hall, which had been somewhat lively, suddenly became completely silent.
Amid the lingering sound of the bell, a burly figure walked out of Chongli Palace.
Everyone stood up.
"Greetings, His Majesty King Li!"
"No need to be polite, everyone!"
Zhao Ji responded calmly. Today he was not wearing a royal robe, but a swordsman's outfit. However, his noble aura was not diminished at all, but his sharpness was even stronger.
Seeing everyone sitting down, he slowly said, "Today is the Immortal Banquet. After the banquet, the Sword Immortal Conference will officially begin. This conference will be hosted by me and Taoist Qingxu of the Supreme Temple. The sword is the most powerful of all weapons..."
He explained the meaning of sword and Tao.
There are many quotations from classics.
It was so fascinating.
It even gives people an illusion: sword cultivators are invincible in the world, and any other weapons are nothing but rubbish in front of the sword.
However, the main theme of this world is always the battlefield. Any expert on the battlefield must master at least two weapons. Those who only practice one weapon are ultimately a minority.
Even this Sword Immortal Conference cannot change the world's view.
After Zhao Ji finished reciting, he glanced at the seats of honor, which were filled with masters sent by various countries.
He smiled faintly and said, "Weapons have no eyes, but this Sword Immortal Conference is just a competition after all. Therefore, I specially invite the respected masters of various countries to protect you. If your life is in danger, you can shout for help and someone will protect your life."
The people sitting in the upper seats were indeed masters from various countries.
The ones Ying Wuji was more familiar with were Nangong Ling and Ying Shisan. He had read the information of masters from other countries. Some were at the level of enlightenment and some were at the level of soldiers. Their personal combat power was all at the nuclear bomb level.
Therefore, no one dared to break the rules at this Sword Immortal Conference, because the party that broke the rules would suffer unimaginable trauma.
Even if the Lebanese army had tens of thousands of troops, it would be impossible to take advantage of the "home advantage" under such conditions.
Zhao Ji did not intend to abuse the advantage of home court. After exchanging glances with a group of masters, he arched his hands towards the sky and said, "Master Qingxu, you can show yourself now!"
As soon as the words fell.
The sound of swords rang out from the horizon.
As the sword rang, the starry sky suddenly brightened for a moment, and the light of the stars and the moon turned into streams, rushing quickly to the horizon.
Eventually it condenses into a bright point of light.
The light spot gradually grew larger from far away and finally took shape in everyone's sight.
That's a sword.
And above the sword, there was an old man with snow-white hair flying the sword.
The pure white beard flutters in the wind, making him look like an immortal.
Mi Xingli stared at the giant star sword with greedy eyes: "What a fairy-like appearance!"
“It’s really fucking awesome!”
Ying Wuji complained in a low voice that these masters in the realm of enlightenment were really pretentious bastards.
At the last Hundred Schools Gathering, the appearances of the masters from each school were already quite cool.
As a result, this Taoist Qingxu is even more outrageous. Who can withstand the challenge of having his own lighting technician?
He glanced at Han Juan, who was dozing with his chin in his hand, and immediately felt disgusted: "You really haven't learned any of your master's demeanor! Brother Juan, work hard, I also want to wield a glowing sword!"
“…”
Han Juan rubbed his head, speechless.
He just couldn't understand why one of the two saints predicted by Yang Zhu's lineage would be of such a character.
The appearance of Taoist Qingxu fascinated all the young people.
In admiration.
He had already put the sword back into the scabbard on his back.
The Taoist robe on his body slowly fell down, like a crane feather floating in the sky, leisurely and free, outstanding and extraordinary.
Taoist Qingxu stopped and bowed to everyone with a faint smile.
"Everyone is polite, Brother Daoist King Li is polite!"
"Master, you are polite!"
Zhao Ji smiled faintly and made a gesture of invitation: "The Taoist priest is indeed a fairy. I originally thought that this banquet to welcome the immortals was worthy of everyone in the world, but after seeing the Taoist priest's style, I feel that it is still a little shabby. I hope the Taoist priest will not be offended. Please!"
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