A tea fragrance spread in a small space. Xu Wei stood respectfully with his hands hanging down, waiting for the old man in front of him who looked over 60 years old to drink tea.
"Xu Wei, is he Liang Xi?" The old man took a sip of hot tea, his eyes calmly looking at a desktop-sized crystal in front of him. Liang Xi's smiling face was reflected on the crystal, and he didn't know he was
No matter what he said, the people around him seemed to burst into laughter. Xiang Baowen's face looked as dark as the bottom of the pot.
Xu Wei looked up at the golden dragon pattern on the old man's gorgeous clothes, nodded and said, "If you want to go back to your Majesty, he is Liang Xi who I have mentioned to you many times."
"The land under your feet, the person you cherish." The old man's eyes flashed with a clear divine light, "It's childish, too childish-"
Listening to the old man's tone, it seemed that he was very disappointed with Liang Xi, so Xu Wei hurriedly knelt on the ground.
"What are you doing when you kneel down?" the old man asked in confusion.
Xu Wei just knelt down and didn't dare to speak at all.
"I know, you have been referring to Liang Xi to me, but I just seemed to think he was very average, so you are worried that I will blame you, right?"
"I have disappointed you when you say your Majesty." Even Xu Wei did not dare to say a word at this moment.
"Get up, things are not as bad as you think." The old man smiled slightly, "Besides, I didn't say he was bad, why are you guilty? Over the years, there are not a hundred or eighty people who have recommended me to me.
After the baptism of time, they have proved that they are all talented people, and I still believe in your vision."
After hearing the old man's words, Xu Wei calmed down a little.
"It's just this Liang Xi--" the old man closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, and then said, "He refused all three of you last time, and then went to the farthest fiefdom of Tianling Gate to go to the riverside, right? He was thinking
What?”
Xu Wei knew that although the old man sounded like he was asking him, he had actually had his own ideas, so Xu Wei didn't talk much, just stood by and waited quietly.
After a moment, the old man opened his eyes: "Let's go back."
Xu Wei originally thought the old man would express his opinion, but he didn't expect that he would go back.
"In the past few years, Your Majesty's thoughts have become increasingly elusive." Xu Wei sighed with his head down.
At this moment, in the hall, because Liang Xi had just turned around the world with a miraculous move, everyone was looking forward to the next round of competition.
"Compare women or weapons?" Liang Xi looked at Xiang Baowen and asked with a smile.
Xiang Baowen's eyes hesitated on the remaining two boxes for a while, then he said calmly: "Compare weapons."
I have lost for a while before, so this time there must be no more accidents, or in other words, there is no more accidents!
After listening to Xiang Baowen's content, the noisy crowd around him became quiet. Compared with rare antiques, weapons can inspire people's blood.
"Just that time just now, King Wen opened the box first, so we will come first." Prince Jin said with a smile.
Xiang Baowen nodded in agreement.
Seeing Liang Xi hiding aside and muttering something in a low voice, Shuoshuang walked over and patted him on his waist, and asked curiously: "What are you talking to yourself?"
Liang Xi pressed his fingers on his lips, made a gesture of silence, and then whispered: "I'm guessing what they have in their wooden box. Since Xiang Baowen dared to use it for comparison in the second round,
That must be an amazing weapon.”
"And you want to-" Shuo showed a bad smile on his face, and the two of them said with their lips almost at the same time: "Give it a snatch."
Two bad guys, one big and one small, smiled tacitly.
When the two of them returned to the middle of the venue, Qing Yuanbai had already stood in front of Prince Jin. It was obvious that he, the sword saint, had provided weapons for this time.
Qingyuanbai looked like a thin old man, as if a gust of wind could blow down. Liang Xi was also wondering where his weapon would be placed.
Qing Yuanbai held his left hand horizontally under everyone's gaze. Two seconds later, a gust of wind suddenly blew in the hall. The wind blew up and down the surrounding cabinets, although everyone in the hall
They were all surrounded by clusters, but they still felt like the wind was like an invisible big hand, kneading his body hard.
The cyclone rushed high into the air with a whistle, and then turned into a silver arc visible to the naked eye and shot into Qingyuanbai's palm.
With a buzzing sound, the gorgeous silver light bloomed from Qingyuanbai's hands like mercury. Under the silver light, Qingyuanbai seemed to have changed into another person. His old temperament was not seen at all, and his whole body was like the sharp edge of a blade.
It makes people unable to look directly.
Although he tried his best to cover up his sharpness, the entire Yuyu Qiong Building still trembled slightly, and everyone around him took several steps in a row. People with poor psychological qualities were even pressed down on the ground by the momentum released by Qing Yuanbai.
After a moment, the silver light converged into a straight line, and all condensed in Qingyuanbai's hands. At this time, everyone looked closely and saw that the legendary sword saint's weapon was a thin sword that was condensed like a light.
The thin sword is one meter long, only the thickness of an adult's little finger. The gorgeous silver light on it can almost blind people's eyes. What's even more amazing is that hundreds of silver lights as thin as mosquito legs are also surrounded by the thin sword.
If you don’t have the eyesight, you wouldn’t have noticed it at all.
These silver threads lingered regularly around the thin sword as if they were alive.
"The name of this sword is Chunyu." Qingyuan's white face showed a proud look, "There are 63 enemies knocked down under the sword, and there are 16 spirit beasts killed."
Those who don't know may find it very common to just listen to these numbers, but if they know what kind of people are defeated by Qingyuan White Sword and what level of spirit beasts that die under the sword, they may be shocked.
I had to smash the floor directly through my chin.
Liang Xi looked at Chunyu in Qingyuanbai's hand and nodded secretly: "Although this sword is not a magical weapon, it is also one of the rare best weapon in the world."
I don't know how excited the people in the hall were to be able to see the weapons used by the sword saint alive, and they rushed forward one by one, but because the light of the spring rain was too brilliant, they would even burn their skin when they approached.
It hurts, so I feel excited and scared in my heart, and there is an extremely conflicting moment.
Liang Xi looked at Xiang Baowen and unexpectedly, Xiang Baowen didn't look much surprised on his face.
"Is the weapon in his box higher than Chunyu's level? That's a magical weapon." Those who were interested in seeing Xiang Baowen's expression had already begun to guess silently.
Before Qingyuanbai could finish the display, Xiang Baowen waved impatiently and said, "Come on, open the box for me."
Turning around and looking at Qingyuanbai and others, Xiang Baowen snorted heavily: "Sword Saint, although your spring rain is the best weapon chosen from thousands of miles away, the weapon I brought this time has definitely never been.