Chapter 1517 smashing the broken sword with one palm
Yong Yesheng stood on the glass platform with a calm expression and full of confidence.
He is the most powerful practitioner in Luohua City, and he will definitely be able to win the Changhong Sword.
He could feel that the power of the Changhong Sword was more than that. The real power was completely concealed by the scabbard. One could imagine how powerful the owner of the Changhong Sword must be.
Compared with the Changhong Sword and the Blood Slaughter Knife, they pale in comparison.
Yong Yesheng didn't hesitate at all. He used his spiritual energy and his hands were full of strength. He held the scabbard and hilt of the sword in his hands, and then suddenly pulled it out.
Countless eyes were all staring at the Changhong Sword.
The Five Swords Spiritual Master pulled out, but there was still no movement.
A dark light flashed in Yong Yesheng's eyes. He did not feel any loss of temper or unwillingness, but instead became even more excited.
It is indeed a peerless weapon refined by Feng Qingyang. Even he is enthusiastic about such power.
Yong Yesheng's eyes flashed brightly.
He once again poured spiritual energy into his hands and tried to open the Changhong Sword. However, the results were the same as those of the previous people, and there was no difference.
There is not even a crack between the Changhong Sword scabbard and the sword body.
Yong Yesheng's eyes darkened, he smiled, handed the Changhong Sword to Yan Yu, and walked off the stage gracefully. What was rare was that he still maintained that elegance, and his every move had the aura of a city lord.
"I have really seen Master Qingyang's weapon today. I am very curious about what kind of person can open this sword." Yong Yesheng said.
The person who can become the master of the Changhong Sword is an extraordinary person.
Feng Qingyang said: "Things of chance are determined by heaven and sword, but they cannot be determined by humans."
Yong Yesheng picked up the wine glass and took a sip of the wine.
"The city lord also likes to join in the fun with their young people." Grandpa said.
Yong Yesheng put down his wine glass, "Xie'er is not interested in the Changhong Sword, so I have to give it a try."
Grandpa smiled and said nothing.
People from the three major aristocratic families, the Blood Clan and the City Lord's Mansion all tried it, and people from other aristocratic families were finally able to take action.
Ye Jingjing on Netherworld Island has no idea about the Changhong Sword, so it’s a good idea to avoid an opponent.
Ye Jingjing's strength is obvious to everyone. Her mastery of controlling dark elements is so skillful that it makes people deeply fearful.
The people of the Qin family have been waiting for a long time.
The head of the Qin family originally wanted the junior to go up on the stage, but since Yong Yesheng had already gone up, he could go there in person. In this case, the chance of pulling out the Changhong Sword would be higher.
"Father, your body..." Young Master Qin asked worriedly.
After the Qin family had a drinking session with Ye Qingge, his health was much worse. The alcohol had not recovered yet, and his muscles and veins were even showing signs of rupture. During this period, the Qin family had to cough up several mouthfuls of blood.
After that, the Qin family leader took a breath-fixing pill to stabilize the chaotic breath and elements in his body, so that he could persist until now. Otherwise, the Qin family leader would have passed out long ago.
The Dingxi Pill was very precious, and he was willing to eat it because he wanted to save face and didn't want to make a fool of himself.
The head of the Qin family raised his hand and shook it, "It's okay."
Mr. Qin was about to speak but stopped and said nothing.
"Who else is coming?" Yan Yu asked.
The head of the Qin family stood up and was about to speak when he saw a ray of light and shadow, like a rushing wind, appearing on the stone platform the next moment.
Qing Ge stood on the stone platform, calm and calm. She was dressed in purple, graceful and dignified, as lazy as a fox, evil and charming, and her eyes showed a bit of chill.
Seeing this, the head of the Qin family almost spit out blood.
He believed the words of the mysterious fortune teller more and more. The existence of Ye Qingge was the biggest obstacle to the Qin family. Only by killing Ye Qingge could the Qin family reach the sky.
Seeing Qing Ge appear on the glass platform, the guests whispered and their words were full of sarcasm.
Although they were convinced of Ye Qingge's strength, the Three Swords Spiritual Master who was under twenty years old could not be described as a genius. However, Ye Qingge's identity came from a poor place. They were born with a sense of superiority and looked down on Ye Qingge from the bottom of their hearts.
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There were many mixed sounds throughout the west courtyard.
"What does Ye Qingge want to do? She probably wants to pull out the Changhong Sword. She...is too whimsical."
"Young people are like this. They think they can create miracles, but in fact it's just a joke."
"The city lord and other geniuses cannot pull out the Changhong Sword. She Ye Qingge would only be humiliating herself if she tried to use it."
"..."
Everyone was discussing and disdainful.
Can Ye Qingge open the Changhong Sword?
A fantasy, are you kidding me?
That is the Changhong Sword that even the City Lord Yong Ye Sheng and the Five Swords Spiritual Master practitioners cannot open.
Why should she?
Li Yanran looked at Qing Ge and gritted her teeth.
Yan Yan still maintained her arrogance, not wanting to give Ye Qingge a look.
She never believed that Ye Qingge had the strength and opportunity to pull out the Changhong Sword.
What Lan Wu was thinking about was when he could take out Ye Qingge's heart. Lan Wu didn't have that much time to wait for the medicine.
At the Yan family's wine table, Mo Xie was drinking a small drink, while Ye Jingjing was eating sweets and pastries.
Mo Xie looked at Qing Ge with a smile on his face.
He firmly believed that Ye Qingge could pull out the Changhong Sword. Even if he couldn't, it must be the problem of the Changhong Sword and had nothing to do with Ye Qingge's ability.
Feng Qingyang glanced at Ye Jingjing and asked: "Unknown, what do you think?"
"What do you think?" Ye Jingjing stared at Qingge, obviously a little impatient when facing Feng Qingyang.
My sister is so beautiful.
She was looking at her sister intently. Is this bad old man bothered by asking questions?
Those who didn't know it thought he was interested in her.
Is this bad old man a pedophile?
Ye Jingjing couldn't help but think too much.
If Feng Qingyang knew what Ye Jingjing was thinking, he would probably never want to talk to Ye Jingjing again.
That is clearly care from the elders.
Feng Qingyang said: "Do you think Qingge girl can take away the Changhong Sword?"
"Nonsense, of course." Ye Jingjing said.
"What if it can't be done?" Feng Qingyang asked.
"If you can't, I will smash this broken sword to pieces with one palm." Ye Jingjing's words were shocking, and her words sent shivers down the spines of a bunch of people.
Today’s kids…
Feng Qingyang smiled helplessly.
In Ye Jingjing's understanding, the moment Ye Qingge stepped onto the glazed platform, if the Changhong Sword knew what it was like, it would have opened the scabbard obediently.
Everyone's attention was focused on Ye Jingjing's words, but Yan Yu noticed that Changhong Sword trembled again after hearing Ye Jingjing's words.
Hell is thoughtful.
this……
Very weird.
Mo Xie looked at Ye Jingjing and smiled.
Ye Jingjing has changed. In the past, Ye Jingjing had a milky voice, was very cute, had a weak temperament, and had never competed with others.
Now, Ye Jingjing's body is covered with thorns, but only when facing Ye Qingge, she is willing to take the thorns away, full of tenderness.
Qingge stretched out her hand and took the Changhong Sword from Yan Yu.
"Brother Ninth."
"Just do your best, there's no need to force it," Yan Yu said.
Sing and smile lightly.
The power contained in the Changhong Sword is very strong. Rather than letting others get this power, it is better to keep it for yourself.
What's more important is...
She wanted to give the sword to Ye Jingjing.
Qing Ge looked at Ye Jingjing with soft eyes.
Speaking of which, I haven’t seen you for a long time.
Qingge held the Changhong Sword and raised her eyebrows suddenly. Could it be that she had an illusion?
How do you realize that the Changhong Sword is trembling, as if it is afraid of something?