Mining, blacksmithing, and sword-making were all done by Yan Xuanyi himself.
In a sense, this sword symbolizes the relationship between their master and disciple.
For the past ten years, Wangsheng has held Chang Feng in his hands and his master in his heart. He has never gone wrong in terms of martial arts or life.
But today, he has to suffer these doubts and condemnations for nothing.
He smiled coldly and said: "The sword is the gentleman's weapon. If a gentleman does not act rashly, he must act in a right way. If a gentleman does not speak in vain, his words must be reasonable. If a gentleman is not demanding, his pursuit must be righteous. If a gentleman does not act in vain, his actions must be righteous."
And everyone present, because of the one-sided remarks of an unknown person, you actually questioned me like this, not only questioning myself, but also questioning Master and the entire Xiaoyao Sect. It is really not the behavior of a gentleman!"
"The name of my sword is Changfeng. It has been a gentleman's sword from the moment my master gave it to me. Since you are not a gentleman, you are not worthy of looking at my sword!"
Wangsheng said such words in a rage. Although it was true, it really pissed off everyone.
The highly respected Master Yideng also changed his expression.
Master Yue Yueying of the Emei Sect said angrily: "How dare you claim to be a gentleman? Could it be that you suddenly rushed into the competition venue and cut off my apprentice's hand tendons, which is what a gentleman does!"
Wangsheng looked directly into Master Yueying's eyes and said without hesitation: "The night before the competition, your beloved disciple came into my room and took off her clothes. I don't know why. The next day, she used words to coerce me and lured my junior sister to sign up.
I don’t know what it means to kill someone with one strike. I don’t know what you Emei sect means. A gentleman is not a saint, and he will make mistakes. I have already admitted my mistakes, but why do you have such an ugly face?
But you are still pretending to be a sage!”
Master Yueying's facial features were distorted because she was so angry that she shook her hands and shouted: "You... you... how dare you slander me... you... ruin my disciple's innocence... you..."
Wangsheng said: "Every word of mine is true, and the sun and the moon can tell the truth!"
Wang Sheng's words were like needle pricks, piercing the hearts of these martial arts people. What he said was right, but precisely because it was so right, he became wrong.
Living in the world, most of them wear a mask. In order to become famous, many people have done shameful things.
But Wang Sheng's words today were like taking off their masks with his own hands, exposing their ugly faces. More or less, they all hated Wang Sheng in their hearts.
When the man in the sack saw that the time was almost up, he immediately took off the sack on his head, revealing a face full of snot and tears. He burst into tears: "Fellow martial arts colleagues, you have to make the decision for me!
The evil beasts of Xiaoyao Sect destroyed my home, killed my brothers, and drove my sister crazy! If you don’t believe it, you can go to the back of Renyi Village in Xianxia Ridge and check. Countless heads there were killed by Wangsheng’s hands!”
The wrongdoer has his debtor, so he softened his heart and let the mountain king Dong Yong go, but he didn't expect that he would come back and spread rumors at the martial arts conference to cause trouble.
Wang Sheng said coldly: "Who am I? It turns out to be you. If I had known you would never repent, I should have killed you with one sword."
No one knew the cause and effect. They only knew that one cried miserably and the other spoke cruelly. No matter how you looked at it, it seemed to be Wangsheng's fault.
The other four people on the stage couldn't stand it anymore. They had already disliked this new talent. Several reasons were added together, and they had even more reasons to take action.
The four people share the same enemy and are closing in on Wangsheng. Every move they make is aimed at taking his life. There is no such thing as stopping at the last minute.
Come on, come on. Wangsheng gnashed his teeth and secretly said.