Yang Dai felt the water vapor filling the air, his expression extremely serious.

Zihuang Pavilion is indeed prepared!

The fairy sword vibrated behind Yu Xiaolei, and he was eager to try. But he knew that he was not the protagonist of this banquet, so he silently suppressed the fairy sword and frequently looked at Yang Dai, Fu Henghua and Yuwen Chunqiu.

"Haha..." Dong Moyang smiled while stroking his hands, "Brother Taoist, what are the chances of your Lihuo Taoist method winning against a water-attributed fairy sword?"

Zero percent!

Fu Henghua could judge that if Yang Dai had no new means and only based on his current trump cards, there would be no need to challenge Yusheng Pavilion and Jinfang Waters.

He couldn't pass the Zihuang Pavilion.

"Purple Emperor Pavilion is indeed the number one sect today. It has so many trump cards."

When Henghua thought about it, this "Wanchuan Guiliu Sword" was naturally a secret treasure of Zihuang Pavilion. He learned that Yang Dai's fire-based Taoism was powerful, so he took it out specifically for the true disciples to use.

It can be said that the true disciples of Zihuang Pavilion fought over the ownership of this sword.

"Purple Emperor Pavilion Zhong Lihan, together with his junior brothers Fang Dongyuan, Sha Jinchang, and junior sister Xiang Jie, visit the Fu family brothers."

The sound entered the banquet from the edge of the blessed land.

Henghua raised his hand, and the five-color lotus flowers were swept up by the strong wind, forming a flower bridge in the air, and invited Zihuangge and his party to come.

Seeing Fu Pengming accompanying the four people from Zihuang Pavilion, Fu Xiangfeng's eyelids twitched and his fingers were raised slightly.

The breeze picked up the young man and quickly moved him to Fu Baimin's side.

Fu Pengming originally planned to say hello to his brothers, but when he saw everyone present looked solemn, he silently shut his mouth, and Fu Baimin hid aside and bit his ears.

"How did you come?"

"You can come, but I can't come? Let me tell you, I caught a lot of monsters, and I can use them to fill the animal garden later."

"Monster beast? How many? Can you use it to breed and sell it for money?"

…

Yang Dai looked at the people in Zihuang Pavilion.

Three men and one woman are all dressed in purple and look handsome.

The leader, Zhong Lihan, had a crystal clear thin sword tied around his waist.

All rivers return, the end of the ten great swords of China.

But it is recognized by China as the sword with the strongest water attribute.

After the continent was overthrown, Donglai was transformed into Zeguo. The power of this sword was blessed by the geographical location and became even more powerful.

Yang Dai's mind was racing: If he and I were to fight on the water in Donglai, there would be no chance of winning.

The Burning Sky Fire Realm is indeed powerful, but when faced with a water-attribute fairy sword, isn't it waiting to be extinguished by the opponent?

Although Li Ruxin in Dongmoyang was not from Zihuang Pavilion, she couldn't help but feel happy when she saw Yang Dai's serious eyes.

You bullied us with your heaven-level Taoism. Now Zihuang Pavilion has specially taken out a water-attribute fairy sword. How crazy are you!

Whoosh——

Flames burst out from under Yang Dai's feet.

Waves of blazing fire rose up one after another, driving away the rain from the sky.

The flames spread across the venue and instantly formed a sea of ​​​​fire, surrounding everyone.

Ding ding——

The sound of water dripping whispered in everyone's ears.

Henghua saw the thin sword at Zhong Lihan's waist turn into a stream of water.

Then it split into two, and the two became four...

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of streams of water swirled around the culvert, forming an imaginary water realm.

In the flash of water, the sea of ​​fire gradually dissipated. Only half of the fire remained around Yang Dai.

"This welcome ceremony for fellow Taoist is too grand." Zhong Lihan took a step forward, and the sword light came down towards his face.

boom--

Water and fire fought across the air, and white mist steam spread between the two people, gradually drifting to the venue.

Squeak...stab...

Under the scorching white mist, countless lotus flowers withered, and all the venue decorations were destroyed.

"You two, do you have to fight here?"

Fu Henghua knocked on the stone table and said unhappily: "When you have time, go back and deal with the monsters outside. Now we are fighting life and death. If the Eight Gate Formation is destroyed, those monster kings will be happy to die."

"Also, Brother Yang, this is the site of the Chiyuan Taoist sect. If it is damaged, how will you explain it to your elders?"

Yang Dai took a deep breath and calmed down his firepower.

Unfortunately, I can't win this game, so I need to find another way.

Zhong Lihan smiled slightly and flicked the water in front of him.

The translucent and crystal clear water turned into a thin sword again and hung back on the waist.

Henghua looked at the sword on Zhong Lihan's waist and said with a smile: "According to legend, the Wanchuan Guiliu Sword was made against the Lihuo Sword of Nanming and the Saint Litian. She was a fairy who loved the master of the Litian Sword.

Because his courtship failed, his tears fell into the river and turned into a sword of hurt feelings. Later, because of love and hatred, he took the water of Jiujiang River to sacrifice to the magic weapon, and trained the sword of the return of thousands of rivers.

"But I see, this sword doesn't have any power of emotion."

"The water sword in Shenzhou was indeed as rumored, but later the fairy fought with Saint Li Tian with this sword. Seven days later, the water sword was burned by the Nanming Li Fire Sword, and only half of the sword body returned to the river."

Zhong Lihan said leisurely: "I sent my predecessors to find this sword and take water from the four seas to refine it again. Today's Wanchuan Guiliu Sword is no longer a sword of hurt feelings, but a pure water sword."

"Mobilizing the water in the thirteen waters..." Henghua lowered his eyebrows in thought.

The Purple Emperor Pavilion now claims to be the largest sect. Is there any need to think about the purpose of refining this sword?

With just one sword, he can defeat all the heroes in the world.

Yu Xiaolei suddenly asked: "Brother Zhongli Dao, if this sword encounters the Nanmingli Fire Sword again, are you sure you will win?"

"I haven't fought before, so I don't know. But since the Nanming Li Fire Sword is known as the best fire sword in China, there will definitely be a chance to fight again in the future. The battle between water and fire must have a conclusion.

"Of course, your thunder sword can also compete with each other in the future."

The purple lightning was so angry that it unsheathed itself and stabbed Zhong Lihan.

future?

I'll kill you now!

Hula——

When the water flow resumes, there is no need for the control of the bell ion culvert, and the water flow of Wanchuan will fight against the thunder sword on its own.

Seeing the two swords clashing, water light, and purple lightning sweeping away the venue, Henghua let out a long sigh.

"Brother Yuwen Taoist's big day, you have to mess with it. Third brother, help me."

The two of them used their skills at the same time, and Fengniao Tianqi activated the "Returning Wind and Fire Technique" to separate the two fairy swords.

"That's all. Now that the banquet is over, I'm a little drunk. Let's put this banquet to rest." Yuwen Chunqiu did not dare to let everyone continue to pester, and quickly announced the end.

…

In the end, there was no real fight.

Wu Zhengxin felt a little disappointed and took back his consciousness.

Hengyu smiled calmly: "It seems that our two waters can feel at ease."

"There is no need to worry about it. He has heaven-level Taoism, and so do we. Moreover, we also have fairy swords."

"For a mere junior, your family has the nerve to let the Heavenly Saint Jade Sword come out of its box?"

The Tiansheng Jade Sword is one of the top ten immortal swords in China, even better than the Purple Emperor Pure Yang Sword of the Purple Emperor Pavilion.

The previous pavilion masters held the sword box and never dared to open it easily. When the jade sword came out of the box, it was tantamount to a fundamental battle for the sect, which was enough to fight against the immortals.

Wu Zhengxin chuckled and mentioned another matter.

"What do you Taixuan Taoists think about the Cloud Pillar at Chiyuan Ruins?"

"What do you think? They do whatever they want, what does it have to do with me?"

"But they plan to build a cloud well channel to travel up and down. The relevant technology is provided by the junior of your family."

Fu Xuanxing possesses Yunjing technology. Do you, Yusheng Pavilion, already know about it?

Master Hengyu was silent.

"The Taixuan Taoist lineage is the authentic sect of the Immortal Tao. Our sect is happy to see the success of Yunjing. However, dragons and snakes are mixed in Chiyuan, so we need to think carefully."

"It's the Fu family who want to build Yunjing here..." Zhenren frowned, understanding what Wu Zhengxin meant.
To be continued...