Under Meng Shouguang's curious gaze, Ouyang Rong walked over to get the piano case.

"Mr. Ouyang likes piano art?"

Ouyang Rong smiled but did not answer.

Meng Shouguang saw him slowly fetching an ancient piano case.

Meng Shouguang frowned slightly, turned his attention away, and looked at the dark blue sky outside the door, his eyes a little worried.

"Your Majesty, Mr. Ouyang, why don't we leave the city quickly? It's almost dawn, and we can wait until we're in a safe place to appreciate treasures and musical instruments."

He suggested seriously to Li Xian and Ouyang Rong.

The flower hall was quiet and no one answered him.

Meng Shouguang looked around, and suddenly found that the princes, princesses, princes, young princesses, and the noble daughter of the Xie family all turned their heads and looked at Ouyang Lianghan.

They all stared at each other, and no one paid attention to his suggestion.

The only sound left on the field was his voice.

The atmosphere was deserted. Meng Shouguang looked a little embarrassed and scratched his head:

"Your Majesty, everyone, what's going on? Why are you silent? Could it be that I said something wrong..."

"General Meng."

Ouyang Rong suddenly spoke.

He was untangling the complicated mechanism of the piano case with ease and said casually:

"You are proficient in qi refining. Have you ever heard of a type of qi practitioner who is as fragile as glass but extremely lethal?"

Meng Shouguang looked thoughtful:

"Mr. Ouyang said... it's the legendary sword holder Juepai."

He nodded seriously:

"The one who meets the conditions mentioned by sir should be this one.

"But I have never seen that there are fewer qi practitioners in the world who are able to wield swords than the divine beings of China who see the beginning but not the end of the dragon.

"The main reason is that tripod swords are hard to find. The number of surviving tripod swords in the world is not more than one hand. If the person holding the sword does not have the tripod sword, he will be like a carp swimming without water and a bird without wings. It will not be said to be as brittle as glass, and its killing power will be minimal.

Just letting others slaughter..."

"is it this one?"

Meng Shouguang's words were interrupted and he couldn't help but frown. But in the next moment, his eyes widened like bells. He looked at someone in front of him and twisted an arc of light from the piano case with two fingers. He handed it over casually, signaling his appreciation.

.

The arc light is deep blue and clear, like the ripples of lake water that are ruffled by the breeze and reflect the blue sky.

Meng Shouguang has never seen such a mythical thing, the color is like a dream, and it actually comes from a piano case that was ordinary not long ago.

"Mr. Ouyang, is this... the legendary tripod sword!?"

"uh-huh."

Ouyang Rong looked at him with a smile, noncommittal, and kept his posture of twirling his fingers to hand "arc" unchanged.

Meng Shouguang swallowed, wiped his hand on his robe, and reached out to take it.

The next moment, I saw this arc of light, twisting left and right, breaking free from Ouyang Rong's fingers and flying upward.

It stopped in the air.

It hung quietly three feet above Ouyang Rong and Meng Shou's bald heads.

Meng Shouguang looked up and looked at it with a dazed expression. The next moment he reacted, he asked in shock:

"Wait a minute, is Mr. Ouyang the sword holder?"

"That's right, well, I still haven't escaped General Meng's eyes."

"Mr. Ouyang was joking. Such a legendary thing has come out, and the words have come to this. How could he not guess..."

Meng Shouguang looked at Ouyang Rong with even more respect:

"I haven't asked yet, what level of swordsman is Mr. Ouyang?"

"It's not high, just ninth grade." Ouyang Rong said with a smile.

Meng Shouguang said calmly:

"It's already a genius..." He asked again: "I haven't asked its real name yet, which one in the legend is it?"

"Bend your waist."

"Why haven't you heard of it? Is it because I am ignorant?" Meng Shouguang looked puzzled. Until now, he no longer urged him to leave. He paused and asked cautiously:

"Mr. Ouyang, can you tell me which sword technique you have learned?"

Xie Lingjiang, Li Xian and others looked sideways and found that Ouyang Rong was very patient:

"Come back and say goodbye, the sword skills of the former Hanshi."

"Hanshi Sword Technique? I've heard of this before. Rumor has it that every sword technique is a magical power of the tripod sword, a unique skill in killing people."

"That's right."

"Mr. Ouyang, too?"

Ouyang Rong nodded and confessed:

"Well, Han Shi's magical power of the tripod sword is called Gui Qu Lai Xi, and he needs a cloth sword."

Meng Shouguang said happily:

"It's all right now. We have two seventh-grade Qi practitioners and one almost seventh-grade legendary swordsman. We will definitely be safe and sound when we leave the city this time."

"That makes sense."

Ouyang Rong agreed. He answered everything he knew and was honest with each other, which moved Meng Shouguang a little:

"Mr. Ouyang, Your Majesty, I didn't expect you to trust me so much."

"It's okay, we're all on our own, and we'll be on our way soon."

Ouyang Rong smiled, and Li Xian next to him nodded with all his strength and smiled at Meng Shouguang.

Meng Shouguang was inspired and stood up immediately:

"Okay, okay, let's go quickly, it's getting dark."

Ouyang Rong sat on the chair, motionless:

"okay."

Seeing him motionless, Meng Shouguang was puzzled:

"Mr. Ouyang? Prince? Why don't you guys move?"

"Wait, there are still three breaths left." Ouyang Rong did not regard him as an outsider at all.

"What three breaths?" Meng Shouguang's eyes were confused: "Mr. Ouyang, why can't I understand what you are saying..."

Ouyang Rong had no choice but to say: "Don't argue now, I'm laying out the sword."

"Bu sword? Bu... what kind of sword is cloth..."

The air in the flower hall fell into a deathly silence.

Meng Shouguang froze.

Li Xian, Li Dalang looked away, unable to bear to see.

Wei Mei's face looked a little indignant.

Xie Lingjiang and Li Baoer cast their cold eyes at the dumbfounded long-armed man directly below the suspended arc of light.

Ouyang Rong had a smile on his lips. He was obviously a seventh-level martial artist in front of him, but he was very considerate and waited for fifteen breaths, giving him the same treatment as Qiu Shenji's sixth-level Qi practitioner.

"Why!"

The long-armed man suddenly shouted loudly, his tone full of surprise and confusion.

It's a pity that everyone answered him with deathly silence and... bowed down.

Meng Shouguang rushed towards the smiling young man in front of him, creating a phantom at a high speed, but was cut off by an arc.

Literal truncation.

Flaw——!

A slightly muffled sound sounded in the flower hall, giving a sense of isolation.

To Ouyang Rong's ears, it was like the sound of scissors when cutting tough materials such as leather - both the resistance caused by the toughness of the material itself, and the extremely sharp scissors that cut it cleanly and quickly.

The long-armed man was broken into four parts.

Upper body, lower body, left forearm, half of right palm.
To be continued...