After swallowing the Xuantian Bead of the Eternal Beast, Li Yiru instantly possessed the supernatural powers of dozens of top ancient beasts, and the intensity of his spiritual consciousness was no longer the same as before.
She could clearly sense that every weapon inserted above the sword palace exuded an indescribably powerful aura, and was actually of an extraordinary quality.
It is conceivable that the former masters of these magic weapons must have been all-powerful figures.
How many magic weapons are there here?
One hundred? One thousand? Ten thousand? One hundred thousand?
Ordinary people would feel dizzy just looking at them, but Li Yiru could identify these swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, axes, hooks and forks at a glance, totaling 176,912 in total.
What kind of fighting madman was he when he was young?
A hint of surprise flashed in Li Yiru's eyes, and she turned to look at the extremely lazy man next to her, feeling filled with emotion in her heart.
"What are you doing stupidly?"
As if aware of her gaze, Yuchi Chungou chuckled and said, "Just go in."
At this moment, the greasiness and cunningness from before suddenly disappeared from his body, and he actually gave people an inexplicable sense of transcendence and detachment.
"No, no need, right?"
Li Yiru's heart skipped a beat, and she waved her hands and said, "Now that we have arrived at your home, our escort mission has been completed. Why don't we say goodbye and forget about each other..."
"Silly girl."
Yuchi Chungou laughed and said, "Don't worry, I never break my promise. I won't pester you until I deliver it home. You're already here, so why not go in and have a look? Are you afraid that I will eat you?"
"But……"
Li Yiru breathed a sigh of relief, but was still a little uneasy.
"After all, we have been together for so long. When we say goodbye, let me entertain you."
Yuchi Chungou patted the fat man under him and said without hesitation, "Even if you hate me, you should say goodbye to Chu Tie, right?"
"No, how can you be bored?"
When he revealed his feelings, Li Yiru blushed slightly and whispered, "Since you don't mind it, then we won't bother you."
"Go, go, go!"
Yuchi Chungou seemed quite happy. He patted Chu Tie's generous back, and waved to Li Yiru. His expression was as excited as a child, "I've been eating the food you cooked for so long, and now I'll let you try it."
The specialty sword noodles of my Kunwu Sword Palace!"
What the hell is Jian Jianmian?
Li Yiru was stunned for a moment. He had clearly never seen this "feature" before. Just hearing the name gave him a strong premonition.
This stuff is absolutely delicious!
Of course she won't think about it
He really said it out loud, but silently followed Yuchi Chungou's master and servant and slowly walked into the sword palace.
The interior of the Lord of Sword's palace is far from as magnificent as imagined.
The blue-white stone walls, the dark gray ground, and the weak light above the head make everything around look lifeless. It doesn't look like a palace of a majestic ruler. It doesn't feel out of place even if it's a dungeon. It's somewhat broken.
Li Yiru’s expectations.
What puzzled her even more was that along the way, the palace was deserted, and there was not even a single person in sight.
"I heard that the Lord has his own private soldiers."
After walking for a while, she finally couldn't help but ask, "Where are your private soldiers?"
"Private soldiers?"
Yuchi Chungou said with disdain, "Why do you want that thing?"
"But……"
Li Yiru looked confused and didn't know how to answer for a moment, "Other masters..."
"Don't think that the master is so great. The strong are often lonely, and only the weak like to stick together."
Yuchi Chungou snorted coldly, sneered and said, "In my eyes, any kind of guard or ruler is nothing more than a chicken or a dog."
"You're so bragging."
Li Yiru couldn't help but complain, "Aren't you a master yourself?"
"At that time, I was young and energetic. I heard that the Royal Court was conducting a master selection, so I wanted to meet the world's masters."
A rare expression of helplessness appeared on Yuchi Chungou's face, "But as soon as I made a random move, I was inexplicably given the title of Master of Swords. Do you think I am rare?"
While they were talking, the four of them turned a corner, and a light yellow figure suddenly appeared in front of them.
Li Yiru looked closely and saw that this man had a withered face, a slender figure, and his yellow shirt was old and dirty. He looked like a beggar begging for food on the street.
But for such a man with a very bad spirit, energy and spirit, there are twelve gleaming swords floating behind him, each of which exudes a breathtaking sharpness.
Feeling cold consciously.
"came back?"
Seeing Yuchi Chungou, the man in yellow said hello very naturally, "It's quite early this time."
"How did you talk to Master?"
Yuchi Chungou frowned and scolded him like an elder, "Do you understand etiquette?"
Judging from his tone, this listless man in yellow is actually the apprentice of the Lord of Swords.
"Did you take the wrong medicine?"
After being scolded by him, the man in yellow didn't panic at all, and actually asked with an expressionless face.
"What the hell..."
Yuchi Chungou gritted his teeth and winked at him, "Don't you see any guests?"
"Huh?"
Only then did the man in yellow notice Li Yiru and his eyes fell on the girl in white. A rare look of surprise appeared on his face, "You actually brought back a woman?" .??.
Li Yiru's heart skipped a beat when his gaze swept across her. She felt a chill running down her spine and felt awkward all over, as if she was being stared at by a tiger.
"he is……?"
She composed herself and forced herself to remain calm.
"His name is Wang Twelve."
Yuchi Chungou rubbed his Jingming point and slowly said, "He is an incompetent disciple of mine."
"A disciple is useless."
Wang Twelve retorted without hesitation, "It shows that the master is incompetent."
"Fuck!"
Yuchi Chungou was furious and cursed loudly, "I am stupid, why do you blame me for not being able to teach me well? Those who want to be my apprentices can line up from Kunwu Sword Palace to the Royal Court, okay?"
"Then you go find them."
Wang Twelve shrugged and said nonchalantly, "I don't know who was rushing to accept me as a disciple."
"You brat, you..."
The two of them started quarreling with each other word by word in front of Li Yiru, and the quarrel was so inextricable that they couldn't argue with each other.
"The sword sword face you just mentioned..."
After listening for a while, the girl finally couldn't bear it anymore and took the initiative to remind her.
"Yes, yes."
Only then did Yuchi Chungou come back to his senses, slapped his head hard, and glared at Wang Twelve, "I promised to entertain you, but I almost forgot about it because of this unscrupulous disciple."
"Sword sword face?"
Unexpectedly, when he heard this name, the corner of Wang Twelve's mouth suddenly twitched, "Can this thing be used to entertain guests?"
"roll!"
Yuchi Chungou said angrily again, "If you have the time to care about me, why not study hard on how to defeat your senior brother Lu!"
"Although I can't defeat Passepartout, it's still very difficult for him to defeat me."
Wang Twelve said disapprovingly, "This time he brought four young people back from outside and trained them carefully. I happened to find two good young people, and I was about to compare their skills with him."
"Oh? It's not easy to be called a good seedling by you."
Yuchi Chungou's eyes lit up, "Bring me here and have a look!"
Wang Twelve glanced to the side, and one of the twelve swords behind him suddenly glowed brightly, and jumped out with a "swish", and actually dug a large hole in the wall about one foot in diameter.
"boom!"
The moment the rubble collapsed, two figures behind the wall suddenly appeared in everyone's sight.
They were actually two young men fighting each other with swords in hand.
The man on the left is thin, with an aloof expression, and his stern eyes seem to convey contempt to the people in the world.
The one on the right is a handsome young man in white clothes.
His eyes were extremely persistent, and his face was full of stubbornness and unyielding. He was obviously a man of resolute character.
It's him!
Seeing the appearance of the unruly swordsman on the left, Li Yiru's breath froze, his pretty face changed, and the suffocating memory of Tianyinya suddenly came to his mind.
Just because of this, this person turned out to be one of the five masters secretly trained by Feng Wuya, Feng Jiao who was the third among Gong Shang Jiao Zheng Yu!
"Huh?"
Yuchi Chungou seemed to have noticed the peculiarity of Fengjiao and kept looking at him up and down, "It's a bit interesting."
"How about it?"
Wang Twelve seemed quite proud, "Are these two good?"
"So-so."
Yuchi Chungou chuckled, "You are still far from a true swordsman genius."
"cut."
Wang Twelve's face darkened, he waved his hand impatiently and said, "Ganggungun, let's go cook your noodles!"
After saying that, he turned around and walked quickly towards Feng Jiao and the other two, not wanting to look back again.
"Nothing big or small!"
Yuchi Chungou cursed, stretched out his hand and slapped Chu Tie's back hard, "Let's go!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly narrowed his eyes and stared straight at a fat figure that suddenly appeared in front of him.
With his keen consciousness, he never noticed how the other party appeared.
"The royal court will not leave you alone."
The visitor bowed slightly towards him, and when he raised his head, his face was full of smiles, "I've met Brother Yuchi."
This fat man who suddenly appeared turned out to be Zuo Buliu, one of the nine chaos guards.
"Fat Zuo."
Yuchi Chungou said calmly, "What are you doing here?"
"Send invitation."
The fat on Zuo Buliu's face was squeezed into a ball, his smile became brighter, and he softly uttered three words in his mouth.
This chapter has been completed!