"Sister Yu'er, don't be angry? I'll help you teach that damn Chou Zhuo a good lesson." Wanluo followed Yu'er and said with a look of standing up for Yu'er.

Seeing Wanluo beside her, Yu'er felt even more uncomfortable, but she still smiled and said, "Good sister, I'm fine, you'd better go back and watch him well, otherwise you'll let him run away again."

"He dares."

Yu'er smiled helplessly.

In the evening, Shaolin monks brought meals on time and notified the sun to get off the mountain, and the sword appreciation meeting would begin.

After Yu'er came back, she didn't have much interaction with Tian Yinke. After all, Wanluo has been stuck with Tian Yinke.

Seeing that the sun was about to set, everyone hurriedly ate some food, and then rushed to the location where they were instructed. The back mountain of Shaolin Temple was a place that was so big that it could accommodate thousands of people.

Of course, players have at least six figures, but they are all accommodated.

On the way to the back mountain, a crowd of dragons kept crowding towards the back mountain; if Fei Tian Yinke and his group came to deliver the sword, they would probably have to squeeze together.

Shaolin Temple sent ten monks to escort Qing Jing, Tian Yinke and others from the shortcut to the back mountain. On the way, they naturally saw Lin Shihao, Wang Cheng and others, as well as the guidance of the Zhengdao Alliance, the vast sea and the sky, the demon Xiaohu and others.

As soon as he saw Tian Yinke, Hai Kuotiankong glared at him fiercely, but he did not dare to do anything randomly. After all, every person is escorted by ten monks. If there is a conflict with the other party here, if Tian Yinke and others do not need to take action, they will be thrown out by Shaolin monks.

"The masked person is Cao Zhuo, the evil sword?" Fu Junhe, who was in the queue, asked.

"That's right, it's him." Guidian Jiangshan replied.

"It seems that we are really a handsome talent. We lack such talents. It is best to recruit them. However, if we cannot recruit them, we will kill them." Fu Junhe was not very loud, and he could still hear his pointing to Jiangshan. He nodded.

The Shaolin monks who were escorting them around were clear-headed and just pretended that they didn't hear that the Jianghu people had their own ways of dealing with things, and as long as they didn't cause trouble in Shaolin Temple, they would not be under their control.

After arriving at the venue, everyone saw that the entire venue was crowded with people. There was a ring in the middle, a square stone platform with a square shape of "卍" and a square, which looked like at least four or five thousand people could stand.

In the west, there are the seats of Shaolin abbot and the swordsman, and there are VIP seats on both sides.

Tian Yinke and others were on the left. In order to avoid unhappiness, Shaolin monks arranged Zhengdao League and others to the right of the chairman's seat and separated the two groups of people. Jinyiwei and others were arranged to the chairman's seat. After all, they represented the Tian Dynasty, which was a background of absolute strength.

After entering the table, the entire venue was noisy, and the players said one by one, although the sound was not loud, but the entire venue was nearly 500,000, a huge number, and it was extremely noisy for a moment.

The Tiger Flying Guard looked at the Jinyiwei on the rostrum and said to Tian Yinke strangely: "Master, why do I feel that the ten Jinyiwei standing there are a little different?"

After hearing what the Tiger Flying Guard mentioned, the others also looked over.

"What's the difference? Isn't it just a little white?" Wanluo said boredly at Jinyiwei.

"It's a little different." Qing Jing also felt that it was a little different, but she just couldn't tell it.

Tian Yinke was suddenly shocked and frowned: When will there be "eunuchs" in the Jinyiwei?

Wanluo smiled and said, "Different? Are they all born too pure?"

"No." Tian Yinke said in a deep voice.

"What is that?" Everyone looked at Tian Yinke and asked.

"Those ten Jinyiwei are all eunuchs." Tian Yinke continued to answer.

"Eunuch?"

"No wonder it looks a little strange."

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For Wanluo, Yuer and others, it is not surprising that there are eunuchs in the Jinyiwei, but for Tian Yinke, this represents a change. Perhaps the Jinyiwei has changed since he left.

These ten eunuchs, Jinyiwei, reminded Tian Yinke of a man, a peerless master, whose martial arts skills penetrate the clouds and become saints, almost like gods. He is Xu Wu, an old eunuch, and a very young eunuch.

At that time, it was said that the great sword master was the number one master in the capital, but after Tian Yinke saw Xu Wu, he realized that there was nothing else except Xu Wu. This eunuch integrated the evil-repelling sword technique and the Sunflower Treasure Book and practiced the Sunflower God Sword. It was already a mythical existence. Even now Tian Yinke still felt that he could not even block Xu Wu's sword.

Thinking of Xu Wu, Tian Yinke was shocked again and looked at the ten eunuchs in a cold sweat. Could it be that? They were taught by Xu Wu? Otherwise, how could the Jinyiwei have the eunuchs join? Unless Wang Chuyi's orders were ordered.

No matter how Tian Yinke guessed, he could not figure it out, and finally he left aside and didn't think about him.

Maybe I found that the players were too noisy, and the number of monks present was only 100. I recited the Buddha's name together and directly suppressed the voices of hundreds of thousands of people.

All the players looked at every monk present in surprise and immediately sat silently in their own position, very honest.

I can even think about it, why do monks chant the Buddha's name?

As soon as night came, although there were braziers around, the brightness of the brazier was still covered by moonlight. The moon tonight was particularly bright, like a big daylight bulb, making the entire venue look like daytime.

After a long time, an old man with a kind face slowly walked into the rostrum with a cassock and a nine-ring tin staff in his hand, and nodded to Lin Shihao and others.

Lin Shihao and Wang Cheng did not dare to neglect at all, so he stood up and returned the gift.

Seeing the two old men appear, Tian Yinke didn't think anything special, but the cold light knife on his waist trembled, as if he was about to be unsheathed. Tian Yinke hurriedly pressed the cold light knife on his waist.

When Wanluo found out that Tian Yinke was holding the knife, she frowned and asked with concern: "What's wrong with Chou Zhuo?"

He turned around and smiled and said to Wanluo, "It's okay." As soon as he finished speaking, Tian Yinke immediately became alert and turned around and looked at the rostrum, but found nothing.

Just now... someone was looking at me just now, and it felt like a needle prick, with a look of eyes and sharp eyes.

But no matter how Tian Yinke searched, he didn't find out. Who was looking at him?

Not long after, the Shaolin abbot walked out first and recited "Anita": "I'm abbot of Shaolin. I'm thankful for your admiration for visiting my temple. If there is any place that is not well-received, I hope you will be more responsible." After that, he stepped down.

Another old man wearing an ordinary cloth dress stood up with an old look.

However, Tian Yinke found that Han Guang Dao's reaction became even more intense, and he was surprised. Why was Han Guang Dao full of hostility towards this old man? No matter how you look at this old man, he was so ordinary that he could not even know martial arts skills. He was just an old farmer who was farming.

Not only Tian Yinke had this idea, but others also thought so.

Could it be that the Sword Saint has something to do? Shaolin Temple is preparing to teach everyone how to cultivate the fields and grow vegetables?

The old man cleared his throat and smiled and said, "Hello everyone." The voice was not loud, but it penetrated directly into everyone's ears so that they could hear it clearly.

With a "swoosh", all the players stood up from their seats and looked at the old man in surprise.

It's very ordinary, but that internal strength is definitely not simple.

"Don't be excited, don't be excited, sit down." The old man smiled and waved his hands down.

This time, everyone was shocked, as if they were pressed down on their shoulders and sat back on the chair.

Tian Yinke and others are no exception.

There was only one person, muttering: "Sword Saint, he is the Sword Saint." Fu Junhe.

Instructing the country, the vast sky, the demon Xiaohu and the other two were surprised to see the unpretentious old man, who turned out to be the famous sword saint.

If the Sword Saint is not a loser, his skill is enough to dominate the world.

Hundreds of thousands of people were pressed back to their seats by the Sword Saint Void.

"I believe everyone here knows that I have borrowed Shaolin treasure land to hold a sword appreciation meeting. He Jian is the one who rewards this, right?"

The seven ancient swords: Chixiao, Covering the Sun, Longyuan, Pure Yang, Fish Intestine, Gan Jiang, Mo Xie.

One of these seven swords is enough to divide the world. The sword contains amazing power, and both gods and demons can be killed.

Although there were only three swords on Shaolin this time, there was one more than I had expected, which can be said to be gratifying.

To appreciate the sword, you naturally have to take out the sword to watch, but it is not enough to watch. You must clearly know what power these ancient seven swords contain, so that you can have a foundation.

"Senior Sword Saint." A thick voice sounded, echoing throughout the venue like breaking the silence.

The Sword Saint did not feel uncomfortable because his words were interrupted. Instead, he smiled and looked at the crowd in front of the right and said, "Is there any problem with this young man?"

Among the people who were seen, look at me, look at you, and look at you, all looking for the people who were seen by the Sword Saint.

Soon the man soared into the air and landed on the ring in the venue.

A group of Shaolin monks immediately surrounded the ring and stared at the people on the ring.

The Sword Saint smiled and waved his head, and the monks immediately retreated to their original posts.

Tian Yinke stood up again: "Sword God?"

Wanluo and Yu'er also shouted the word "Sword God".

That's right, the person on the ring was the sword god who was named Marquis with one sword.

When he learned that the Sword Saint was holding a sword appreciation conference, how could the Marquis, who was a sword master, missed this opportunity? So he rushed from Xiliang City alone to Shaolin.

"Young hero won't want to gesture with the old man, right?"

The Sword Saint suddenly expressed his purpose of winning the marquis with one sword.

Yijian Fenghou replied: "Sure enough, I'm not too busy with my seniors, I'm just thinking this."

The Sword Saint smiled and nodded: "You are good at learning swords. Go back and practice more."

"Thank you, senior."

No one expected that the Sword God would step down from the arena with just a few words, but everyone did not look down on or sigh at the Sword God. After all, the Sword Saint's strength is unparalleled in the world. At least no one on the field was his opponent. On the contrary, everyone admired the Sword God for risking being thrown out by the Shaolin monk and going to the ring to challenge the Sword Saint. Although it was left alone, they still admired his courage.

Seeing that the Sword God retreated from the arena, Tian Yinke hurriedly recruited him and signaled him to come.

When he saw a man wearing a gorgeous white shirt and a mask, the sword god frowned. Who? But after seeing Wanluo, Yuer and others beside the man, he realized who would be wearing a mask besides Tian Yinke? So he walked over.

There was a small episode of Sword God, and no one was disappointed.

The Sword Saint seemed even happier and said loudly: "The sword appreciation conference has officially begun. The ancient seven swords 'Ganjiang' who were escorted by the Jinyiwei of the Celestial Guards of the Heavenly Dynasty will come on the stage."
Chapter completed!