Compared to the Twenty-One Famous Swords, there are only five of the five great artifacts of Chaos!
Compared with Cheng Xie, the sword holder who is only slightly known in the ancient sword cultivating circle as the Double Needle of the Hidden Sword, the previous sword holder of the Xuancang Divine Sword, Rao Yaoyao, is famous all over the world!
Although this is still not enough to make the Hidden Sword Double Needle's status, it is weaker than the Divine Sword Xuan Cang. After all, both the Divine Sword and the Hidden Blade are famous swords, regardless of their superiority.
But having said that, everyone has a ruler in their mind.
The popularity of Divine Sword Xuan Cang is much higher than that of other famous swords ranked lower among the twenty-one famous swords.
only……
"Didn't the Xuan Cang Divine Sword be lost after the death of Sword Saint Rao? I heard that the palace master searched for it for half a year and couldn't find any trace of it."
"Rao Yaoyao spent her whole life without Xuan Cang's approval. Did I remember correctly? She only held it for a short time and borrowed it. This young man..."
"Who is he? The Sword Immortal? The appearance of the Sword Immortal? He is too young, is he sixteen years old? Has he obtained Xuan Cang? Is he obtained, or is he recognized by Xuan Cang?"
Criticisms arose everywhere in the wine shop.
Everyone's eyes fell on the young man who was targeted by Cheng Xie, and more on the long sword behind him.
"Then, is the divine sword Xuan Cang?"
The sword was entangled with the sealing belt, and the whole picture could not be seen at all, leaving only the hilt.
Not many people have been lucky enough to see what the Xuan Cang Divine Sword looks like. Who can recognize the sword's hilt?
Cheng Xie recognized it.
He had been keeping an eye on this young man for a while.
After communicating with the left and right Taixu and confirming that this was not the incarnation of a semi-saint or a boy transformed by a master with bad taste, he came forward.
Cheng Xie's eyes were locked on the young man, his expression very complicated.
On the one hand, he has been a slave to the Cheng family for a long time.
Just to guard the twin hidden sword needles, a lot of resources have to be spent every year, hiring three and a half holy war forces, and cooperating with the Cheng family's half-saint ancestor to take charge of the family.
He is very clear about the principle of "every man is not guilty, but the one who possesses the treasure is guilty". In his emotions and in his heart, he completely empathizes with the fear of being targeted by jackals, tigers and leopards.
But on the other hand, compared to what he learned after comparing his feelings with others, Cheng Xie could not tolerate his inaction after seeing Xuan Cang.
This is the divine sword Xuan Cang!
But who is this young man?
Cheng Xie searched hard and couldn't come up with a conclusion. He racked his brains and couldn't think of the name of this person.
There are many people who are famous all over the world in the ancient sword cultivating circle, but this boy who is seventeen years old does not have a place. Why did he get Xuan Cang?
Rao Yaoyao can't protect Xuan Cang, and even if he goes out with a pair of needles, he can't sleep at night. Why can he walk through the city with a divine sword?
Cheng Xie even searched for a long time whether there was any Taixu, half-saint guard behind this young man, and the answer was no.
envious?
envy?
hatred?
Cheng Xie asked himself, but he couldn't find an intuitive expression for his complicated emotions at this moment. The only thing he thought about, the only thing he knew, in the final analysis, was only two words:
"Not worthy!"
Among the five great artifacts of chaos, there are four swords from Master Shou, the Taicheng sword from Mr. Siren, and the emperor sword from Bei Jianxian alone. These are all sword immortals, and they are all justified and will not make people jealous.
Even the Furious Immortal Buddha Sword appeared in this world last time. Let’s see who has the names related to it:
Eight acquaintances have a grudge against the Buddha, the master of the Taoist palace.
All are famous and all are powerful in all directions!
But now, this is an unknown weakling. There is no such person in the Sword Immortal War. His past record is not impressive - or even non-existent!
How could he deserve to hold the Xuan Cang Divine Sword?
What is the difference between this and a toad eating swan meat or a fairy in the sky being desecrated by a tramp?
How could Gu Jianxiu, who had a certain amount of chivalrous spirit in his heart, just sit idly by and ignore such a thing?
Cheng Xie had a strict upbringing and good self-cultivation, but he could hold back his anger and only released a little bit of sword power to suppress the commotion around him.
He did not give anyone the opportunity to take advantage of the chaos to attack the young man and seize Xuan Cang's sword. He looked around in all directions, and after forcing back those who were about to make a move, he calmly raised his hands and asked:
"Your Excellency, what do you call me?"
Xiao Wanfeng felt the pressure coming from all directions with overwhelming force - it was not the feeling of fear, but of helplessness.
He is a quiet person.
To practice a sword is to practice it silently, and to travel alone is to move forward alone.
The last time he got so much attention, Mr. Xu forced him to enter the Tianluo Arena, and he was forced to take first place.
This is the most arrogant time in his life.
But if Xuan Cang is recognized, he will be noticed by the people in the five realms. Xiao Wanfeng has already made these mental preparations.
After letting out a long sigh, he didn't show any fear. He just cursed Xuan Cang secretly in his heart, returned the salute with his fists, and said calmly:
"The first floor in the sky, Xiao Wanfeng."
At the end of the God's Relic, I encountered the Taoist Palace Master in Fengjia City in the Southern Region, but was rescued by Master Xu, and was also given the Queen of Xingjie Jade Talisman.
Xiao Wanfeng knew that he could not avoid his relationship with the First Floor in the Sky.
But it’s okay, even if you continue to be a tea-server there, it’s better than being secretly monitored by the Taoist Palace Master all the time.
He does not object to his identity being known to outsiders. After all, he has been recognized by Xuan Cang and is fearless in this world.
Who would have thought that as soon as these words came out, everything would fall into silence.
Nine out of ten people present didn't know who Xiao Wanfeng was, and the remaining one or two just thought it was a fake name made up out of thin air.
But "the first floor in the sky" is really thunderous!
Cheng Xie's momentum couldn't help but stagnate, his brows raised high: "The first floor in the sky?"
He expressed doubts.
This is a bit too coincidental.
He had just approached this person and wanted to stir up trouble. Opposite him was the second in command of the Holy Slaves, Shou Ye, who had opened a new court.
Now when a person is in danger, he is trying to get involved with Master Shou?
How can there be such a person on the first floor of the sky?
Xiao Wanfeng laughed when he saw this, thinking that he took himself too seriously. He didn't bother to explain, so he clasped his fists again and said:
"Mortal, Xiao Wanfeng."
This is so "ordinary"!
A tall building in the sky was pulled out from the front, and after calming people down, he claimed to be an unknown person.
It was nothing more than retreating in order to advance, forcing everyone to be jealous and not dare to take action against him - the seventeen-year-old boy's mind was still too immature, and his methods were even more immature.
Cheng Xie, who was nearly thirty years old, had seen a lot of worldly affairs in his clan and was too lazy to care about it. He just lowered his evaluation of the young man in his heart.
He stared at the sword behind the young man with burning eyes and asked: "The divine sword Xuan Cang, after the battle between Master Shou and Sword Master Rao, his spiritual intelligence was greatly damaged and he entered a state of deep self-obstruction?"
He asked very tactfully, but anyone with a careful mind would easily understand what Cheng Xie meant by this.
Xuan Cang has to be blind to see you!
That must be because his intelligence was so damaged that he couldn't recognize the person holding the sword. By chance, he was obtained by you, Xiao Wanfeng, or he was rescued once and was forced to recognize his master, right?
Only this explanation can make people see the dissatisfaction caused by the divine sword from the sky being stuck in the excrement of the mortal world and alleviate it a little bit.
"well."
Xiao Wanfeng sighed helplessly again.
He is still young and has considerable experience in the world.
As a mortal, he has been wandering since he was a child, traveling all over the mountains and rivers of the Five Domains. Even with his innocent heart, he also understands the ways of the world.
People's prejudices are like mountains.
Cheng Xie's question was not meant as a question. He had already made up his mind and could only explain it when Master Shou came, right?
But how could Mr. Shou explain it to a mere Cheng Xie?
In the past, Yi Jian Xiao was considered to have taken advantage of Cheng Xie - at least it made him famous after his death. After all, he died under the famous sword Hidden Bitter Sword.
"If you want to think so, then just think so." Xiao Wanfeng had nothing to say.
Cheng Xie couldn't hide the anger on his brows, but this time before he could get angry, Xiao Wanfeng struck preemptively: "You are just talking nonsense, how can you prove that the sword on my back is the Xuan Cang Divine Sword?"
While speaking, he held Xuan Cang with his backhand, signaling not to continue messing around.
The decisive battle between the Sword Immortals is ahead, and Xiao Wanfeng is really not the protagonist of Fu Sang, so there is no need to steal the limelight.
The feeling of being stared at, Xiao Wanfeng only recalled the look in the Tao Palace Master's eyes, and felt that it was not what it felt like.
"Buzz!"
But as soon as he finished speaking and Cheng Xie made no move, the sound of swords could be heard at the west gate of Fusang City.
The flying snow is like weaving, flying in the air.
When the sword roars, everything falls.
Xiao Wanfeng's expression changed, and he secretly thought something was wrong. When he turned around, he saw that Xuan Cang had ignored his restraint and soared into the sky, attracting hundreds of eyes.
"Don't do it!"
Xiao Wanfeng's face turned green.
Xuan Cang turned a blind eye and the sword shook.
The sealing belt wrapped around its body shattered.
At that time, the divine light descended from the sky and the divine sword came out of the dust. All the ancient sword cultivators in Fusang City were attracted by the sword intention, and their faces were horrified. All those who wore swords, all drew their swords out of their scabbards and bowed in the air.
The ten thousand miles sword has a melodious meaning.
The stone fell into the lake of my heart, and everyone around me was conscious of it.
Even from Cheng Xie's sleeves, two small white swords as thin as fingers flew out, floating on the top, and the sword light was bright, as a counterattack.
"boom!"
Xuan Cang lifted it up in the air and was three feet taller.
The sword intent roared down, and all the spiritual swords, including Xiao Qixiu's sword, could not withstand the pressure and fell to the ground.
The two needles of the Dudu Hidden Sword are trembling, but they are still resisting, and they can still climb up.
"boom!
Xuan Cang stood tall again, seemingly very obsessed.
This time, the golden dragon of luck that had been accumulated in the Holy Temple for thousands of years was coiled around its sword body, and it gave birth to an absolute name that had been cultivated since the era of chaos.
Snap!
The double needles of the Hidden Sword finally could not withstand the pressure and fell back into Cheng Xie's hands.
It has been lonely for too long, and the person holding the sword has not been visible in the past. The famous sword has been too obscure. Even if its essence is good, it is inferior to Xuan Cang in today's era. This is undisputed.
“Buzz buzz buzz—”
The divine sword Xuan Cang stood proudly in the air. Seeing that there was no other sword that could compete with him, he groaned one after another, which was extremely satisfying.
Xiao Wanfeng: "..."
He probably knew what was going on, but he was speechless.
Cheng Xie caught the double needles of the Hidden Sword, his face turned as black as coal. He was a contemporary Hidden Sword wielder of the Cheng family, and with the power of the double needles themselves, he couldn't catch Xuan Cang!
Xuan Cang even completely abandoned Xiao Wanfeng. Just relying on the reputation raised by the previous sword holder Rao Yaoyao could make Cheng Xie and Shuangzhen breathless!
A three-foot long sword, green and white.
Carved dragons and phoenixes are carved, and auspicious clouds are attached.
After taking off his shackles and blooming with all his glory, Xuan Cang is the only protagonist in Fusang City at this moment.
The wine shops everywhere are like boats in the deep sea, teetering on the edge of collapse under the pressure of the sword.
Everyone looked at the sword in confusion. They looked away, feeling lost. When they returned to Xiao Wanfeng, they no longer knew what to say.
Xiao Wanfeng touched his forehead with one hand, feeling really powerless now: "Okay, it's the Divine Sword Xuan Cang, my sword."
"shameful!"
Cheng Xie cursed loudly and his whole body was full of sword intent, so he could resist.
He didn't know who he was scolding. Maybe it was himself, maybe it was the double needles of the Hidden Sword. In the end, he only pointed at Xiao Wanfeng, his eyes a little red:
"What's the use of you? What's the use of you!"
"The Divine Sword Xuan Cang is so powerful with just one sword. What use is it for a sword wielder like you?"
Xiao Wanfeng's eyes suddenly widened.
What kind of unreasonable disaster is this?
He was dumbfounded by the scolding and said in disbelief: "Didn't you just suppress it with Xuan Cang's sword without even needing my help? Why are you scolding me?"
Xiao Wan took the risk and threw out the sentence "Is this angry?" and swallowed it back suddenly after noticing the eyes of the people around her.
He made people angry!
He later realized that there was no difference between this sentence and pointing at everyone around the wine shop and yelling, "Everyone here is rubbish."
"Xuan Cang!"
With this thought in mind, Xiao Wanfeng raised his head fiercely, knowing who was causing trouble in the middle, and clenched his fists tightly.
Cheng Xie's nose was about to smoke.
You are just a mere accessory, but you really think you are the master of Xuan Cang, so you scold the Divine Sword like this?
"Hand over Xuan Cang and get out of Fusang City. I won't kill you." Cheng Xie suppressed his anger and looked at Xuan Cang with burning eyes.
Xiao Wanfeng had a headache. He pointed at the dazzling sword on his head and said, "It's playing tricks on you. Don't fall into the trap. It just wants to arouse your anger and fight me..."
"Shut up!" Cheng Xie couldn't bear it anymore.
Who are you to fight with you? Are you worthy?
And Xuan Cang is causing trouble in the middle? Is Xuan Cang some kind of charming swordsman who only knows how to "click"?
It's an Excalibur!
Sacred and inviolable!
"Is it tolerable to blaspheme the divine sword over and over again, which one is intolerable?" Cheng Xie put his hands back into his sleeves, hiding his hidden sword, and his eyes were filled with anger.
"I won't fight with you." Xiao Wanfeng knew what he was going to do, and hurriedly pushed Master Shou and Shengnu out as a shield, "You are from the Cheng family. You should know that it is not easy to protect the sword. If someone... provokes you with the sword, What's the difference between opposing me and the Holy Slave trying to seize the famous sword in your hand?"
"have!"
Cheng Xie stepped forward with heavy steps, his fighting spirit rising.
Before he could say anything, he actually saw the Xuan Cang Divine Sword in the sky approaching him from a distance, seemingly trying to please him...
Xuan Cang, do you like me?
Immediately, his arrogance became even louder, and his voice became even louder: "If the Holy Slave takes away my sword, my skills are not as good as others, but I am willing to do so, because he is the Eighth Master, and you..."
"I?"
Xiao Wanfeng is still a human being, and people have seven emotions and six desires. After being ignored so many times, it would be a lie to say that he is not angry. His voice dropped, "What's wrong with me?"
Cheng Xie sneered, with a fierce look in his eyes, and a commanding aura that struck people's hearts: "How can you compare to me?"
good!
Then fight!
Xiao Wanfeng is as self-restrained as Xiao Wanfeng, but he can't bear it now.
However, Xuan Cang shook violently in mid-air and the buzzing sound continued. He highly praised Cheng Xie's indomitable spirit in cultivating the ancient sword, but despised Xiao Wanfeng's repeated retreat, and even had a tendency to "surrender to the enemy".
Xiao Wanfeng: "..."
He couldn't hold it in any longer, so he stretched out his hand to grab it, but it was not aimed at Cheng Xie, but at the divine sword in the sky: "Stop playing, get down here!"
"Woo——"
Xuan Cang let out a sad cry, fell uncontrollably, and was caught by Xiao Wanfeng.
Everyone around the wine shop jumped in disbelief when they saw this.
Is this different from a goddess from heaven who fell to earth and was grabbed by a dirty homeless man sleeping on the street?
"court death!"
Cheng Xie's eyes were about to burst. When he saw Xuan Cang being held in such a hand by someone who showed his kindness to him, he raised his sleeves and was about to take action.
Xiao Wanfeng held the divine sword Xuan Cang. He flicked the sword's edge and pointed at Cheng Xie who was about to come:
"You are the one seeking death!"
The cold light swooped over the mulberry trees, and Cheng Xie felt chills all over his body.
The hair on his body stood on end, and at one moment he had the intention of dying.
This Xiao Wanfeng... no, the Xuan Cang Divine Sword, just the point of the sword's edge, can put so much pressure on people?
What a sword!
How could such a good sword fall into the hands of Xiao Wanfeng? This is like a pearl covered in dust!
"How dare you?!"
Cheng Xie was suppressed, he was actually suppressed, and the Cheng family lost all face.
Behind him, the two Taixu elders clattered on the table and stood up, raising the dignity of the Cheng family back up as sawdust flew.
The two Taixu flew through the air, stretched out their hands, and were about to attack Xiao Wanfeng.
"Old man!"
Xiao Wan's popularity exploded.
He scolded not only the Cheng family for being too vain, but also Xuan Cang, who until this moment was still ogling Cheng Xie and tempting the Cheng family to take action.
These outsiders put too heavy a filter on the Xuan Cang Divine Sword. It is not sacrosanct at all.
Anyone who wants to know a little bit about Xuan Cang and You Si Fei Gao Gao during the night battle in Dongtian King City, they should understand that the sword is a good sword, but it is also a cheap sword!
But the internal explanation is unclear, and powerful enemies from outside are pressing upon me.
Xiao Wanfeng would really die if he didn't take action. He had no choice but to retreat, so he simply followed Xuan Cang and Cheng Xie's wishes.
"roll!"
A loud shout.
Xuan Cang Divine Sword slashed forward.
The golden dragon of luck soared into the sky, roaring loudly, and smoke and dust suddenly stirred up. The two Taixu were startled. They were afraid of Xuan Cang's reputation, and they all hunkered down with their faces on guard.
"Are you taking action?"
Everyone in the wine shop stepped back a little, looking expectant.
After the dust and fog gradually cleared, these people saw clearly that Xiao Wanfeng did not take the initiative, but slashed in front of him with his sword, creating a three-inch ravine about a foot long between him and the Cheng family.
"Those who cross the line..."
After all, Xiao Wanfeng's anger only lasted for a moment and soon subsided. He was not Master Shou, so he couldn't say those arrogant words.
"Woooo..."
But Xuan Cang twisted his hand, as if he was crying, as if the chop he just made was forced.
Cheng Xie's eyes were about to burst when he saw it, Taixu's face was ferocious when he was humiliated, and everyone in the wine shop was even more unhappy when they were teased.
The ferocious tiger is coming again.
Xiao Wanfeng, who was so discouraged, finally couldn't hold himself any longer, his sword intent aroused, and he shouted: