"It's just marble! Since you don't want to try it, forget it. The old man is going to drink."
The Sword King shook his head, obviously not caring, and walked up.
Wen Hai frowned, glanced at this delicate but fragile wooden sword, and finally decided to give it a try.
I saw him lifting the wooden sword and using only his strength, he struck at the marble.
This sword had brute force but no power, so no one paid much attention to it.
But the next second...
Bang!
The sharp sword instantly cut the marble in half.
"Wow!!"
The scene instantly erupted into screams of surprise, and it was completely boiling.
All the guests gathered around and looked at the split stone table with disbelief on their faces.
Wen Hai was also stunned.
He looked stupidly at the stone table that was broken into two halves, then at the wooden sword in his hand, and after a moment he laughed loudly.
"What a sword! What a sword! You are truly worthy of being the King of Swords. Come, take out my jar of champion red and pour wine for Senior Sword King!" Wen Hai was in a good mood.
Although not many people use swords now, this thing can be regarded as a treasure, very valuable for collection, and it is always better than those diamond luxury cars.
The distinguished guests were filled with emotion and praised the Sword King as a truly amazing person.
Any wooden sword you make is so terrifying.
Those who looked at the Sword King had surprise in their eyes.
At this time, another disciple hurriedly ran over.
"Young Master Wen, Ms. Mingyu from Qi Pharmacy is here!"
"Ah?" Wen Hai was stunned for a moment, and then fell into excitement and joy.
These big shots all sent wedding invitations because they were religious, but they didn't have much hope. After all, these people were not religious at all.
Especially this magical pharmacy, which is a holy place in the hearts of many Chinese medicine practitioners.
In particular, the four major Chinese medicine organizations of the Southern School, the Northern School, the Ancient School, and the Yin School attach great importance to Qi Pharmacy. There is no other reason than that Qi Pharmacy is rich in world-famous medicines, many rare medicinal materials and even some extinct traditional Chinese medicines.
, they can all take it out.
The importance of this place is self-evident.
And Mingyu is also the nominal spokesperson of Qidian Pharmacy. Her arrival has proved that Qidian Pharmacy is still very optimistic about religious beliefs.
Wen Hai led the people forward to greet him, the smile on his face could hardly fade away.
Ming Yu is a middle-aged woman, wearing a formal dress, looking graceful and luxurious. She smiled and said with a smile: "Wen Hai, congratulations."
"Aunt Ming, you are so polite. Come on, please sit down! I will ask my father to come out and entertain you right away!" Wen Hai said excitedly.
People of Sword King and Ming Yu's level were not something he could intimidate, so he had to ask the leader Wen Moxin to come over.
"Haha, forget it. Your dad doesn't like such lively occasions, so don't go out of your way to call him. He will come out when he should."
"Aunt Ming is welcome. Senior Sword King is here too. You can sit at the same table with him." Wen Hai said with a smile.
"Oh? That old ghost is here too?" Mingyu's eyes lit up and he walked towards the Sword King with a smile.
The Sword King is here, Ming Yu is here too, and I have to say that Wen Hai's wedding banquet is quite grand.
Later, many people with extraordinary status also arrived. The guests were amazed and so shocked by the aura of these important people that everyone forgot to drink.
Ying Polang also arrived.
He had a special status, and he was also sitting with the Sword King and others, but everyone obviously didn't know much about his identity. Only the big shots were secretly frightened, and they exclaimed that worshiping religion was getting more and more outrageous.
You can invite this person.
At this moment, someone shouted...
"The leader is here!"
As soon as this sound fell, the already boiling scene immediately became silent.
