Unexpectedly, two of the invited swordsmen would have such an opportunity.
"How much did you win against him?" The third young master asked in a funny way as he walked towards the VIP seat next to the Sword Burial Pond.
Madman Jian kept his mouth shut and looked very ugly.
Xia Qingchen said calmly: "Several hundred billion cool coins, plus a blood snake sword."
The Third Young Master, who was smiling at first, stopped smiling and said in surprise: "Hundreds of billions?"
Even the Third Young Master of the Military Palace Master felt that this number was extremely large.
"A small amount of money." Xia Qingchen said calmly.
Hundreds of billions or small amounts of money?
The Third Young Master looked at Xia Qingchen again and couldn't help but laugh. He thought to himself, this person can actually pretend.
Hundreds of billions are an astronomical figure for a first-class family. He, a small Qianxiaoqi, actually said it was a small amount of money?
However, everyone has vanity, and the Third Young Master is not surprised.
"You also won the Blood Snake Sword?" The Third Young Master frowned and looked at the Madman Sword: "You won't be affected, right?"
The Blood Snake Sword is the most convenient sword for madmen.
Madman Sword suddenly felt embarrassed and said angrily: "Don't worry, my swordsmanship has already reached the state of transformation. Any sword can display the strongest power of Madman Sword."
This is not a lie.
His Madman's Sword relies on its cunning and changing nature, not the sword itself.
As long as the swords are not too inferior, there is not much difference in swordsmanship power.
"That's good." The Third Young Master nodded slightly, and just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Crazy Sword stared at Xia Qingchen and said coldly: "Why did the Third Young Master invite this person here? Don't tell me, he is also here to compete with swords."
The third young master nodded and said: "Yes!"
Crazy Sword looked Xia Qingchen up and down, shook his head and sneered: "There is no sword energy in his body that a swordsman has practiced swordsmanship for many years, and his palms are smoother than a woman's. It shows that he has never practiced swordsmanship at all. How can he be a master of swordsmanship?"
The third young master frowned unnoticeably.
To be honest, he also felt that Xia Qingchen did not look like a sword practitioner.
"This was recommended by Li Yuan. With his superb swordsmanship, he shouldn't be mistaken." Despite this, the Third Young Master still said.
"Li Yuan?" Crazy Sword looked at Li Yuan disdainfully, his eyes unconcealed with contempt: "Does his swordsmanship deserve to be called superb?"
Li Yuan immediately lost his composure and scolded: "Madman Sword, I know your swordsmanship is superb, but there is no need to bury someone, right?"
Madman Jian chuckled and said: "Mu Tairen? Sorry, I'm just telling the truth!"
"You!" Li Yuan suddenly felt humiliated.
They say the Madman Sword is disgusting, and the rumors are true!
Who could like this mouth?
"What are you doing? When your master comes, you have to respectfully call me "Senior Sword Master!" Madman Jian's eyes widened and he said rudely: "Your master is just a dabbler, how strong can you be?"
"And what kind of foundation does the person you recommend have?"
Li Yuan said angrily: "A scholar can be killed but not humiliated!"
He pulled out the broad sword from his back with his backhand, and was about to have a duel with the Mad Man Sword on the spot.
"Okay! Let me teach you how to use the sword!" The madman's sword has the meaning of madness, and he was immediately angered when he saw this.
The Third Young Master's face darkened and he said calmly: "You two don't take me seriously."
If you settle your grudges in front of him, how can you look at him as the Third Young Master!
Li Yuan immediately took back his sword, bowed and clasped his fists to apologize.
Madman Jianyi snorted, restrained his posture, but said indifferently: "Third Young Master, you can ask me to take action, but I said it depends on my mood!"
The Third Young Master sat down expressionlessly and said, "So?"
The madman pointed his sword at Xia Qingchen: "I think this man is unhappy and in a bad mood! He wants me to take action and tell him to get out!"
The third young master held his chin with his right hand, his face was calm, but he clenched it hard with the palm of his right hand.
He hates people threatening him, but... he hates threats over trivial things even more.
That's really a waste of time!
"Xia Qingchen, go to the Military Affairs Hall of the Northwest Military Region to receive two thousand meritorious services." The third young master said without thinking.
Not only did he give him the thousand merit points he had promised before, but he also rewarded him with an additional thousand merit points as an apology for making his trip in vain.
However, this kind of apology is a condescending humiliation.
Invite him, but drive him away at the request of another person.
In the Third Young Master's mind, Xia Qingchen has no weight.
Looking at him for resolving a minor trouble, Xia Qingchen said: "My swordsmanship is better than his!"
Xia Qingchen didn't want to say more.
Just this sentence is enough.
The Third Young Master lowered his eyes to the Sword Burial Pond where he was heading, looking at the waves, and said calmly: "I don't want to repeat the same words."
Xia Qingchen smiled lightly, which was a bit ironic.
When he came back to the world, it was the first time he helped someone compete, but he was rejected miserably.
However, it was not him who lost.
Holding his fists, Xia Qingchen said neatly: "Then, farewell."
Without a trace of hesitation, Xia Qingchen turned around and left.
The Third Young Master looked up at his back and said, "Remember to get the meritorious service."
Xia Qingchen waved his hand without looking back: "No reward for no merit, just keep it for yourself."
He wants merit but refuses humiliation.
The third young master sighed silently in his heart, having offended another person.
However, he is just a small person.
Dispensable!
Isn't it?
Xia Qingchen left on foot, passing through large and small sword burial ponds.
When they were about to leave the Burial Sword Pond area, a pair of tall people wearing golden armor, long brown hair, blue eyes, and tall figures walked towards them.
"Is this the Sword Burial Pond?" An armored soldier leading the way asked loudly when he saw Xia Qingchen coming towards him.
Xia Qingchen never looked at them, but said lightly: "Yes."
Then he passed them by, his eyes never reflecting their figures.
"What attitude? Is this the kind of virtue that people in Liangjing have?" The soldier who asked the question frowned fiercely.
Since they arrived in Liangjing, they have been greeted by polite Liangjing officials with smiles and arranged everything.
This is the first time I have encountered such a arrogant guy.
Xia Qingchen turned a deaf ear and continued walking out.
"You are self-righteous!" The soldier who asked the question stretched out a burst of energy from the air and shot it at the crook of Xia Qingchen's right leg, hoping to knock him to the ground and cause him some embarrassment.
But who knew, Xia Qingchen seemed to have eyes on his back, and he shot out with the power of a star.
Not only did it suppress the opponent's energy, but it also ejected the soldier's shoulder blade.
The soldier was caught off guard and was knocked down by Xia Qingchen's extremely powerful star power on the spot and buried under the sword pond.
"You are looking for death!" Four of the other five golden-armored men opened their eyes angrily, and they all turned around and chased Xia Qingchen.
Xia Qingchen didn't look back and said calmly: "I have experienced a lot of unpleasant things recently and I am not in a good mood. You'd better not provoke me."
First, Gongsun Wuji was implicated by him, then he was regarded as a wanted criminal, and now he was driven out of the Sword Burial Pond.