And Ling Chuxi's eyes also quietly showed a hint of disappointment. Only she knew what she was disappointed about.
The scenery in the inner garden is more profound and elegant. Two old men have already taken their seats. One has a stern face and is full of murderous aura, while the other is dressed in fine clothes and has a calm expression. A dozen calm male and female attendants are standing behind the two. You can tell at a glance.
Not weak in skill.
If Ling Chuxi guessed correctly, these two people should be the sect leader of Poshaliu and the clan leader of Shifangling Zhuang family.
"I've met Master Qi and Master Zhuang." Sure enough, when they saw these two people, Han Shilin and others saluted.
The two nodded slightly, but didn't say much.
Ling Chuxi quietly observed them with her spiritual awareness, and it was hard to tell the depth for a moment. These two people gave people a completely incomprehensible feeling, and they seemed to be even more unpredictable than Situ Wuying.
Ling Chuxi was surprised. Logically speaking, these two people should not be stronger than Situ Wuying, but how could they give people such a feeling?
"Everyone, the purpose of inviting everyone here this time is to have a few things for everyone to take a look at." After everyone sat down, Situ Wuying said, dragging Ling Chuxi's thoughts back to reality.
Everyone looked at Situ Wuying in confusion. They originally thought that he was going to discuss going to the ancient ruins, but they didn't know that there was something for everyone to see. What was the fuss about?
Situ Wuying took in everyone's doubts and did not explain much. Instead, he took out a broken piece of armor and placed it on the table. This piece of armor was shaped like a tortoise shell, with ancient characters and graphics carved on it.
"Oracle Bone Inscriptions?" Ling Chuxi also looked at Situ Wuying in confusion. This old guy called everyone here just to show everyone his antique collection?
Although in another world, Oracle is quite valuable, but in this space, it seems that no one is interested in this thing.
"Master Situ, what is this?" Someone couldn't help but ask. They came for the ancient ruins, not to see Situ Wuying's collection of antiques.
"Don't be anxious yet, watch slowly." Situ Wuying put his palm on the armor and slowly injected innate vitality.
The armor began to tremble slightly, and suddenly, several phantoms rose up, like a dream, and they could only be vaguely seen as a few men with swords hanging from their waists.
The men flicked their fingers slightly, and the long sword was unsheathed. Although it was just a blurry shadow, when the sword edge was unsheathed, everyone couldn't help but feel shocked. It was just a simple and extremely simple movement, but it was
It is indescribably agile and perfect, and seems to contain endless mysteries.
As soon as the figures of several people moved, a fierce battle began.
Their sword styles are all different, some are as fast as lightning, some are as slow as flowing water, some are as dignified as peaks, or some are floating like clouds. Each person, every subtle movement, every trembling of the sword body brings a sense of joy.
The enjoyment of human beauty, at the same time, also contains a myriad of changes in sword intent, which are endlessly wonderful.
Although those figures were so blurry, everyone could feel the power of their swordsmanship. However, looking and looking, they still couldn't figure it out. They just felt as uncomfortable as a cat scratching their hearts.
"Teng!" Su stood up with a finger and looked at one of the sword-dancing shadows with excitement on his face, so excited that even his lips trembled slightly.