Everyone seemed quite surprised by the sword intent that suddenly appeared and then disappeared last night.
Lin Yun was surprised, even Elder Luo Feng's expression looked a little solemn.
He was thoughtful, and it seemed that he had indeed entered some mysterious state unintentionally last night. In that state, the power of the sword that burst out was far more terrifying than he had expected.
When seeing other people, no one asked what he meant. Lin Yun thought for a while and didn't say anything more.
The entrance to the island ahead was crowded with people, and the servants of the Princess Mansion were extremely busy.
The middle-aged steward whom I had met yesterday smiled when he saw Lin Yun and his entourage. He took the initiative to greet them, cupped his hands and said, "Elder Luo."
"Manager Hong, this is a small gift prepared by Lingxiao Jiange for Princess Fenghua."
Luo Feng smiled slightly, and Xin Jue patted the storage bag beside him, took out a brocade box and handed it over.
The steward opened it and took a look, his face changed slightly, he handed the brocade box to the servant, and said with a smile: "This gift is not thin, the water cloud fruit that is five hundred years old can be taken out by any sect.
I'll come."
He made a gesture and led several people to another entrance to avoid the crowded flow of people.
The entrance is a nine-curved wooden bridge built in the lake, which twists and turns all the way to the island in the middle of the lake.
After the steward left, Elder Luo stood on the wooden bridge and sighed softly: "Qiongtai Island, I haven't been to Qiongtai Island for many years."
After a while, the Qiongtai Island mentioned by Elder Luo Feng appeared in everyone's sight. There was a square on the island that was as white as jade, crystal clear, and glowing with a faint light. It was overflowing with splendor, light but not thick, elegant and noble.
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This is the Qiongtai Hall, where the princess's birthday banquet is held.
An endless stream of people filed in and took their seats according to the nameplates on the seats.
The arrangement of positions also includes sects, with the most common forces on the periphery, the top sects of the Qin Empire on the inside, and the four transcendent sects and relatives of the emperor and the emperor at the core.
The seating order of the Lingxiao Sword Pavilion, even in the core position, is not very forward. It is placed in the left hand and back position. The first position on the left hand is Qintian Academy.
Opposite, Moyue Villa is in the middle, with Xuantian Sect and Hunyuan Sect on the left and right.
"Sit down."
Behind the long low table, Lin Yun and others sat on Luo Feng's side.
As soon as he sat down, Wen Yanbo, the elder of the Hunyuan Sect opposite, glanced at Elder Luo Feng provocatively, with a rather disdainful look in his eyes.
"Is that person Xin Jue? According to rumors, he is as powerful as the Eighth Young Master. If he had not missed the Dragon Gate Competition, his name would have been among the Eighth Young Masters."
In the third sequence of Hunyuan Sect, Yu Wenbo, one of the four masters along with Xin Yan and others, laid his eyes on Xin Jue and said softly.
In his opinion, the aura on Xin Jue's body was very strong and a bit unpredictable.
"It's just a rumor. It's just a lost dog. I'll make him afraid to have such an idea again."
The speaker was a young man in blue. He was tall and domineering, and his long robe could not hold up his bulging muscles. Just one look at him gave people a lot of pressure. I am afraid that he has practiced the Dragon Elephant Combat Body Technique to a very advanced level.
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This person is Zhou Tai, a core disciple of the Hunyuan Sect. He is in the second rank like Xin Jue and has the qualifications to reach the top eight in the Dragon Gate Competition.
In the Dragon Gate competition at the end of the year, there is no doubt that he and Xin Jue will definitely be competitors. Naturally, they will be against each other.
It's quite hostile.
Wen Yanbo smiled sinisterly and said: "After the banquet is over, Zhou Tai, you go deal with Xin Jue, Yu Wenbo, go deal with that girl Xin Yan, Zuo Yun deal with that bullshit genius who has just emerged from Lingxiao Jiange, this time I
I want to wipe out Lingxiao Jiange’s life!”
"Elder Wen, I will take action on Xinyan. There is no need for Senior Brother Yuwen."
A young man in purple from the Hunyuan Sect who had cultivated to the eighth level of Xuanwu said quite confidently.
In this princess banquet, his target is Xinyan, challenging her position as the top four masters in the third series, and becoming famous in one fell swoop.
While the few people were speaking, they did not pay any attention to Lingxiao Jiange. Only Zuo Yun did not speak and was slightly silent.
A flash of anger flashed across Luo Feng's face. These people from the Hunyuan Sect were really arrogant.
Although the other party spoke in a low voice, everyone present was at the Xuanwu realm and could hear clearly. Looking at the rather amused looks on the faces of other sect elders and disciples, Wen Yanbo obviously did it on purpose.
At the same time, worry flashed through my heart, if it was true as the other party said, all Lingxiao Jiange would be defeated.
He was afraid that he would lose face today, and it would be hard for him to explain to Protector Mei after he returned. Bai Ting, who had always been against him, would definitely not miss this opportunity and add insult to injury.
You can lose to anyone later, but you must not lose to someone from the Hunyuan Sect!
As time passed, everyone toasted and drank, and the hall gradually filled up with guests.
The end.
A bloody and fierce murderous aura rose up in the hall, and a group of people stood tall and straight, without squinting, wearing armor and stepping into the core area of the hall.
"It's from Shence Camp!"
Amid the astonishment, someone soon recognized the origins of this group of young people. They were young leaders trained in the military by the Shence Camp of the Imperial Capital. Unlike the sects, the leaders trained by the Shence Camp focused on actual combat and bloodshed.
I have the experience of fighting on the battlefield.
Each person has at least a thousand lives in his hands, which is how he cultivates his terrifying murderous aura.
The leaders were a man and a woman. The man was tall and handsome, and his handsome features had a military-like toughness. Lin Yun didn't know this person, but he was quite familiar with the woman next to him.
Liu Yue...
It was a bit surprising, but then I thought about it. As the beloved daughter of the commander of Shence Camp, it would be strange not to come with these people.
"There are still experts in the Shence Camp. The Eighth Young Master, Mr. Guan Shan, came from the Shence Camp."
"The leading young man's name is Yue Qing. It is said that Shence Camp wants to train him to become the second Master Guanshan."
"This Yue Qing doesn't look very old. He may become the second Master Guanshan in the Longmen Competition three years later."
As soon as this group of maverick disciples from Shence Camp appeared, they caused a lot of noise and were very eye-catching.
When she was about to pass Elder Luo Feng, Liu Yue was still somewhat conscious and saluted Elder Luo Feng.
But when his eyes fell on Lin Yun, he seemed a little unkind and sneered: "A sword slave can sit in the core position openly without fear of losing the face of Lingxiao Sword Pavilion..."
She had a deep grudge with Lin Yun. She tried several times to restore the situation but failed, and she was very angry.
Now, relying on the people in the Shence camp behind them, they were confident and exposed Lin Yun's background in public.
It's just that she obviously underestimated the other party. With Lin Yun's state of mind, these words could not cause any waves to him. A pair of eyes as bright as stars were full of indifference.
He looked so pretty and didn't even look at her.
Sword slave?
He was indeed a sword slave. He never hid his origins and never felt inferior.
"It turns out he is really a sword slave... I was surprised before that the mark between his eyebrows looked familiar. But when I thought he was a disciple of Lingxiao Sword Pavilion, I didn't think much about it and just regarded it as a special sign."
"Interesting, Lingxiao Sword Pavilion really dares to bring anyone here without even looking at what the occasion is."
"Princess Fenghua actually brought a sword slave to her birthday party. It seems that there is no one in the Lingxiao Sword Pavilion... Haha."
In the world of martial arts, it is rare for warriors to have patterns on their faces, but it is normal. Before, everyone did not think much about the purple mark between Lin Yun's eyebrows. This was the reason.
At this moment, Liu Yue told the truth in public, which caused a lot of noise, and Lin Yun looked a little weird when he saw it.
"This kid is actually a sword slave."
Cao Jie from Qintian Academy smiled coldly. Most of the people in Qintian Academy were children from aristocratic families. He was born in a poor family and felt quite inferior among them.
But he didn't expect that Lin Yun's background was lower than his own, and an unknown joy flashed in his heart.
It seemed that he was already one step ahead of him even before they even fought.
Not only him, but also many disciples from Moyue Villa, Xuantian Sect, and Hunyuan Sect, after being stunned for a moment, a look of ridicule flashed across their faces.
No matter how low their background is, they would not be slaves.
One day is a slave, but a lifetime of being marked and ridiculed.
Liu Yue's eyes flashed with color, this situation was exactly the effect she wanted.
Unfortunately, when he saw Lin Yun's calm face, he couldn't help but feel a flash of disappointment in his heart, which soon turned into anger.
Let you pretend, and when Yue Qing tramples you under his feet, let's see how you still pretend!
The smile that had just appeared on Elder Luo Feng's face condensed on the spot, and his expression suddenly dropped. He snorted coldly: "It's not your turn to talk about the Lingxiao sword pavilion. After this matter is over, I will report to Protector Mei
I propose that you be expelled from the Jiange Pill Hall."
It could be seen that Elder Luo Feng was really angry. When faced with the provocation from the Hunyuan Sect, his face was not so gloomy.
"Just drive them away. Lingxiao Jiange cannot protect you, and the Shence Camp will definitely stand up for you. Miss, let's go first."
Yue Qing glanced at Lin Yun with a hint of murderous intent, led a group of people, and quickly sat down on the seats.
"Junior brother, what did you do to stop me just now? I'll tear this bitch's mouth apart and let her chew her tongue."
Anger flashed in Xinyan's eyes, and she felt a little aggrieved. Just now, Lin Yun secretly held her hand down, preventing her from getting up.
"You can't just tear someone's mouth open if they talk about me in the future. Let her say it. The sword in my hand will not lose any of its edge because of her words."
Lin Yun put down his wine glass. Behind the gentle breeze was a heart that was untainted by the sword.
The world slanders me, insults me and laughs at me, but so what?
There is always a sword that will not let down the passion and blood in my heart, nor the ambition in my heart to reach the sky. This is enough.
Click!
The jade door in the main hall was suddenly pushed open, a group of people walked out, and the host of the banquet appeared.
However, the person who came out first was not Princess Fenghua, but a big shot that no one had expected in advance.
As soon as he appeared, all the noise in the audience disappeared.
