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1794 is he?

Seeing that he successfully diverted everyone's attention, the sword spirit smiled happily.

He said to the other seven sword spirits in the audience:

"Since I'm on stage first, I'll be the first one. I wonder who among you will challenge first?"

Not all of the seven sword spirits in the audience are from Juyu City.

Some of them come from other remote areas.

Naturally, the purpose is to participate in this competition to increase the reputation, so that a strong master can be selected as the master.

Therefore, this Sword and Spirit Conference is extremely important to them.

Every sword spirit doesn't want to perform too poorly.

"Let me challenge you!"

A short but handsome man jumped onto the fighting platform.

He inserted a sword into the fighting platform behind him and assumed a fighting posture towards the sword spirit.

"Oh? Your Excellency's sword is only three feet, and the sword body emits green light. Could it be the sword spirit condensed from the three-foot green edge sword?"

When the sword spirit from before saw this person, his eyes narrowed slightly and he asked.

"Yes, I am the Three-foot Qingfeng Sword Spirit, from the Yangshi of ancient China. Please give me some advice!"

The short handsome man nodded and answered.

"Awesome, I didn't expect that a sword like yours, which is not native to the ancient world, can also condense into a sword spirit. It seems that you have experienced many opportunities!"

The sword spirit from before raised his hand and made a move, and immediately a long sword was nailed into the fighting platform.

It is a sword native to the ancient land, and it is countless times more noble than this sword from the Yang world.

Even though they were both sword spirits, they didn't take him seriously.

Both of their swords were nailed to the stone slab.

The battle in Sword Spirit is very simple. During the battle, whoever's sword pops out of the stone slab will lose.

After all, they are all masterless swords, so there is no need to fight to the death.

No nonsense, the two used their arms instead of swords, chopping, slashing or beheading, and they had a great time fighting.

The sonorous sound of swords can be heard everywhere.

"good!"

The spectators in the audience clapped and applauded. In their eyes, the battle between Sword and Spirit was indeed the most exciting.

"Master, what are the strengths of those two sword spirits? Which one do you like?"

The battle on the field lasted for more than a minute. The Celestial Silkworm Needle Spirit turned to look at its master and asked.

“I didn’t even take a fancy to it, the level is so bad!”

Lin Tianyou was already eating his seventeenth roasted chicken leg. His thin body seemed like a bottomless pit, and he couldn't get enough no matter how much he ate. He didn't pay attention to Tian Can Jing Ling's questions at all.

"Is your level really bad?"

The Celestial Silkworm Needle Spirit glanced over again and found that the battles of these sword spirits were very impressive and very high-level.

At least if she were to play, it would probably be difficult to take advantage of the other party.

But the master is the master. If the master says that their level is too low, then it must be that they are too bad. He just has rubbish eyesight and failed to notice it.

The battle on the field lasted for twenty minutes. In the end, the three-foot Qingfeng Sword Spirit gained the upper hand and swept the opponent's sword off the stone platform with a sword sweeping move, winning the contest.

Then a new sword spirit came to the battle stage again, continuing the battle with the winner of the previous game.

This battle lasted for more than an hour, and everyone in the audience commented that it was wonderful.

Of course, this does not include a few truly strong men. In the eyes of these strong men, they only find fighting extremely boring.

"Sigh, the level of these sword spirits is too poor. If the Silver Light Sword Spirit also appeared today, where would there be any chance for them to perform?

In no more than a minute at most, all eight of their sword spirits would be defeated.

It’s a pity that the Silver Light Sword Spirit is unwilling to attend such a conference!”

Xiao Yin'er sighed, feeling sorry for the Silver Light Sword Spirit.

"Sister Hu, let me go outside and get some fresh air!"

Really unable to stand the competition here, Xiao Yin'er decided to go outside to breathe some fresh air.

"Miss, I will go with you!"

Sister Hu stood up and said.

"No need, I'll be back soon!"

Xiao Yin'er shook her head, threw away Sister Hu, and walked toward the floor-to-ceiling windows of the venue alone.

She thought that at this moment, the crowd's attention was attracted by the sword spirit's battle, and no one would pay attention to her, so she did not ask Sister Hu to accompany her.

Just as she was getting up to leave, her beautiful eyes suddenly focused. In a corner not far away, there was a person who didn't even look at the competition, but just gnawed on chicken legs!

Could it be said that the battle between sword spirits is not as interesting as those roasted chicken legs?

Out of curiosity, she wanted to go over and see what kind of interesting person this guy was.

"Ah, it's Sister Yin!"

Just when she reached the corner, she heard a woman's cry of surprise.

She glanced away and was stunned:

"Little needle?

Why are you here?"

She really didn't expect to see her former children here.

"Have you forgotten? Last time you sent me an invitation to the Sword and Spirit Conference.

So I’m coming over!”

Tiancan Zhenling looked extremely happy when she saw her sister Yin.

"I see!"

Xiao Yin'er nodded and then remembered that she was bored at the time and sent her an invitation to the Sword and Spirit Conference.

"By the way, Sister Yin, who do you think he is?

You should know him!"

Tiancan Zhenling took Xiao Yin'er's arm and walked towards where Lin Tianyou was.

Xiao Yin'er was a little embarrassed and didn't want to go through it anymore, but Tiancan Zhenling was so enthusiastic that she couldn't refuse.

However, when she saw Lin Tianyou's profile, she was stunned.

"Is it him? Why is he here?"

Xiao Yin'er clearly remembered how this young man treated her yesterday.

Not only was she allowed to drive the carriage by herself, but she was also charged a fare.

Seeing Lin Tianyou sitting here, she couldn't help but guess:

"He is obviously just a coachman, how can he be qualified to enter the Sword and Spirit Conference?

Could it be that Xiao Zhen secretly brought him in to see the world?"

In her first impression, Lin Tianyou was just a coachman.

Now with Xiao Zhen, he must be Xiao Zhen’s driver.

But regardless of whether he was a coachman or not, this boy looked very similar to the Dragon King Ghost God. She wanted to take a closer look at this boy.

Without thinking, she simply sat across from Lin Tianyou. She was very curious about this arrogant young man who ignored her.

"Hey, why did you come in here?

Was it Xiaozhen who brought you here?

Let me tell you, I am Xiaozhen’s sister Yin!”

Xiao Yin'er said such words, of course she was showing off her identity to Lin Tianyou.

Look, your master is my sister, you, a coachman, have to be more respectful towards me!

However, Lin Tianyou didn't even raise his head, he just sat there eating his delicious food.

He had been hungry for many days after coming out of the World of Heavenly Books. As a man who never likes to suffer losses, of course he had to make up for the meals he had missed these days with one big meal!

Now he only has food in his eyes, and others are just a ball of air.

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