The eldest son of Wei is as powerful as Yan Yan, but his strength is still higher than that of Yan Yan. Even he cannot open the Changhong Sword...
Not only that, there was not even a single crack between the Changhong Sword and the scabbard.
Everyone started to pay attention.
The so-called destiny is not that easy.
"Next, who wants to try?" Yan Yu placed the Changhong Sword on the crystal frame of the glass stand.
Everyone looked at each other in shock.
Unless all the people from the three major aristocratic families and the City Lord's Mansion have passed the challenge, only others will be eligible to take the stage.
Therefore, people from the Sixth Family and the Ninth Family hope in their hearts that people from the three major families cannot open the Changhong Sword, so that they can have a chance to pull out the Changhong Sword.
Countless people stared at the sword, their hearts beating rapidly, fearing that the Changhong Sword would be opened just like that.
They haven't challenged it yet.
"Brother Ninth, I'll come, I'll come." Yan Xiaoqi smiled and climbed onto the glass platform.
"Xiao Qi wants to give it a try too? I'm afraid I'll have to use up my strength to feed myself." Yan Yu pulled Yan Xiaoqi onto the stage, stretched out his hand and pinched Yan Xiaoqi's chubby cheeks.
"I'm going to pull out the Changhong Sword and give it to my mother." Yan Xiaoqi tilted her head and smiled innocently.
It's hard to imagine how tough and sharp-tongued Yan Xiaoqi was when facing Li Yanran and Yan Yan just now.
Yan Yu handed the Changhong Sword to Yan Xiaoqi, "It's a bit heavy, hold it steady."
The Changhong Sword is ten times heavier than an ordinary sword. Yan Xiaoqi is talented in cultivation, but it is a bit difficult to easily pick up the Changhong Sword without using spiritual energy.
Sure enough, after Yan Xiaoqi hugged the Changhong Sword, it was a little heavy. She staggered a few times and almost fell.
Seeing this, Yan Yu took the Changhong Sword.
"So heavy? Brother Ninth, can you hold the scabbard for me?" Yan Xiaoqi raised his head and looked at him eagerly.
Yan Xiaoqi is dressed in pink, has fair cheeks, and her skin is so soft that it can condense with water. She has a pair of big watery eyes with dark pupils, and two small buns on both sides of her head. She is very cute.
"good."
Yan Yu held the scabbard in one hand, with the hilt facing Yan Xiaoqi.
Yan Xiaoqi grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands and pulled it out with all his strength. Not only did the Changhong Sword not move, Yan Xiaoqi let go and fell upside down.
Yan Xiaoqi's eyes were red. She rubbed her butt but was not discouraged. She stood up again and pulled out!
Still trying in vain.
She couldn't pull out the Changhong Sword.
Yan Xiaoqi's eyes turned red because she wanted to open the Changhong Sword and give it to her mother.
My mother will definitely be very happy.
Yan Xiaoqi didn't believe it, so he went to pick it up again and was covered in dust.
Yan Yu looked at Yan Xiaoqi who was trying to pull out the Changhong Sword and was slightly stunned. Yan Xiaoqi was very serious.
"Xiao Qi, I'm back." Qing Ge suddenly said, smiling towards Yan Xiao Qi.
"But..." Yan Xiaoqi looked at Changhong Sword and was very reluctant.
Qingge didn't say anything, just looked at Yan Xiaoqi.
"Okay." Yan Xiaoqi curled her lips, walked off the glass platform, and ran towards Qing Ge.
Yan Fuping glanced at Qingge for a few times. She was holding Yan Xiaoqi to death.
Why?
But he believes that Yan Xiaoqi has her own judgment and choice. As a father, he naturally knows that Yan Xiaoqi is not a child, and her thoughts cannot be understood by ordinary people.
Yan Xiaoqi threw herself into Qingge's arms, and Qingge rubbed her head. Yan Xiaoqi raised her head and face, her eyes filled with tears, "Mother, Xiaoqi is so useless.
Failed to open the Changhong Sword."
He sang softly in a trance, feeling surprised.
Yan Xiaoqi called her mother, but she only thought it was a joke made by Tong Yanwuji and did not take it seriously. Yan Xiaoqi supported him several times, and she was just grateful. But looking at Yan Xiaoqi's deep red eyes, she
I was very distressed and confused.
They had only met a few times, and she was recognized as her mother. As far as she knew, in the past in Luohua City, there were countless examples of Yan Xiaoqi mistaking her mother for her mother.
Flat bed.
But, she is different.
Qingge poured a glass of water, comforted Yan Xiaoqi, and wiped away the tears from the corners of Yan Xiaoqi's eyes.
"If Xiao Qi likes it, I can go and get the Changhong Sword for my mother, okay?" Qing Ge said.
When she says she is a mother, many people are shocked.
Poof!
Mo Xie was drinking, and he sprayed it directly to the side, spraying it in the face of the guard, who called him aggrieved.
As for the focus of others, it is on the Changhong Sword that Ye Qingge mentioned.
Does she want to pull out the Changhong Sword?
What a fool’s dream!
Neither Yan Yu nor the eldest son of Wei can, so why should she?
"Lao Xie, don't you go and try?" Qing Ge looked at Mo Xie and asked.
"Wait for father to go. If he can't open even the Five Swords Spiritual Master, it's useless for me to go." Mo Xie took a sip of wine and said.
Moreover, the most important thing is that he doesn't care about the blood-slaying knife or the rainbow sword. He only wants the weapons refined by Ye Qingge.
Qing Ge glanced sideways at Mo Xie, then looked at Ye Jingjing. Yan Xiaoqi was still sitting on her lap, and Fu Xi was eating meat beside her.
Bai Meier stood aside like a maid.
Wu Ziling ran to the Wu family's table and chatted with Wu Cai.
Everything seems to have returned to a few years ago.
It's a pity that in her realm of nothingness, the arrogant man is no longer there, the Flame Wolf is sleeping, and the enemies sitting beside her, eyeing each other, are no longer the Ye Xue sisters, but Lan Wuxin, Li Yanran...
In each stage, you have to go through different enemies.
Qingge sneered.
The younger generations of the three major aristocratic families all went to the stage to draw the Changhong Sword.
It is conceivable that the results are the same, there is not much difference, it is just that some people are unwilling and want to try a few more times.
At this time, Yan Yan got on the glass platform.
She is determined to win and is determined to win.
She looked at the Changhong Sword on the crystal frame, her eyes flashing with brilliance. As long as she got this sword, she wouldn't need to take back the battle post. She could defeat Ye Qingge on the hunting ground, and then take Ye Qingge's arm in an upright manner.
.
Unless Ye Qingge kneels down and begs her.
She was as proud as a queen and looked down upon.
She looked down upon Ye Qingge and was not even qualified to compete with her.
What right does a down-and-out king from a poor place have to be arrogant in front of her?
Yan Yan's heart was beating wildly.
She must get the Changhong Sword.
This is her only chance to make a comeback.
Yan Yan swallowed and looked at Yan Yu.
Yan Yu stood on the side of Liuli Terrace and did not want to talk to her. He was so disappointed with the battle invitation.
Hell must protect that Ye Qingge.
Yan Yan was furious.
Much anticipated.
The genius of the Yan family is naturally different. Maybe she will surprise everyone.
Grandpa smiled, she thought highly of Yan Yan, but unfortunately, Yan Yan's structure was too small. In this regard, Yan Yan could never compare to Ye Qingge.
Yan Yan stretched out her hand and held the hilt of the sword. She closed her eyes, raised her spiritual energy, and even covered her entire arm with the spiritual fire of the weapon refining.
She tried her best to pull it out!
The scabbard is still the same.
Yan Yan opened her eyes, flashing a hint of panic.
She continued to pull out, but it still didn't work.
A very light mocking voice sounded in Yan Yan's ears, and Yan Yan's face turned pale.