Yong Yesheng stood on the glazed platform, with a calm face and full of confidence.
He is the most powerful cultivator in Luohua City, and he will definitely be able to win the Changhong Sword.
He could feel that the power of the Changhong Sword is more than that, and the true power is covered by the sword sheath. It is conceivable how powerful the Lord of the Changhong Sword should be.
Compared with the Changhong Sword and the Blood-Slaying Sword, it is a bit more beautiful.
Yong Yesheng did not hesitate at all, and he used his spiritual energy and his hands were filled with strength. He held the scabbard and the hilt of the sword in both hands, and then suddenly pulled it out.
Countless eyes were all staring at the Changhong Sword.
The Five Sword Spirit Master still moved without any movement.
Yong Yesheng's eyes flashed darkly. He did not lose his composure or reluctance, but became even more excited.
It is worthy of being a peerless weapon refined by Feng Qingyang. Even he is crazy about such power.
Yong Yesheng's eyes were shining brightly.
He poured spiritual energy into his hands again and tried to open the Changhong Sword, but, the same result as the previous few people, was no different.
There was not even a crack between the Changhong sword sheath and the sword body.
Yong Yesheng's eyes were dark, he smiled, handed the Changhong Sword to Yan Yu, and walked off the stage freely. What's rare is that he still maintains that kind of elegance, and his city lord's aura in every move.
"I have truly seen Master Qingyang's weapons today. I am very curious about what kind of person can open this sword." Yong Yesheng said.
Those who can become the master of Changhong Sword are definitely not ordinary people.
Feng Qingyang said: "A matter of opportunity is determined by heaven and sword, but it cannot be determined by people."
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," said the grandfather.
Yong Yesheng put down his wine glass, "Xie'er is not interested in the Changhong Sword, so I have to try it."
Grandpa smiled but said nothing.
The three major families, the blood clan and the people from the City Lord's Mansion tried it, and the people from other families were finally able to make some moves.
Ye Jingjing from Nether Island has no idea about the Changhong Sword, and this is better, so she will avoid an opponent.
Ye Jingjing's strength is obvious to everyone. Her familiarity with controlling the dark elements is easy to use, which makes people deeply frightened.
People from the Qin family have been waiting for a long time.
The head of the Qin family originally wanted to let the younger generation go to the stage, but Yong Yesheng had gone up, so he could also go there himself. In this case, the chance of drawing the Changhong Sword would be higher.
"Father, your body..." The young master of the Qin family asked worriedly.
After the head of Qin and Ye Qingge had a drink, their health was much worse. The alcoholism had not yet recovered, and the tendons and veins were even broken. During this period, the head of Qin coughed several mouthfuls of blood.
Afterwards, the head of Qin took a fixed breath and stabilized the disordered aura and elements in his body, so that he could persist until now. Otherwise, the head of Qin would have fainted long ago.
The Dingxi Pill is very precious. He loves face and does not want to make a fool of himself, so he is willing to eat it.
The head of the Qin family raised his hand and shook it, "It's not a problem."
Mr. Qin wanted to speak but stopped, but didn't say anything.
"Who else is coming?" Yan Yu asked.
The head of the Qin family stood up and was about to speak when he saw a light and shadow, like a gust of wind passing by, and the next moment it appeared on the stone platform.
Qingge stood on the stone platform, calm and unpredictable. She was dressed in purple, graceful and dignified, as lazy as a fox, evil and evil, and a bit of solemnity in her eyes.
Seeing this, the head of the Qin family almost spurted out an old blood.
He became more and more convinced that the mysterious fortune teller's words, Ye Qingge's existence was the biggest obstacle to the Qin family. Only by killing Ye Qingge could his Qin family reach the sky.
Seeing Qingge appear on the glass platform, the guests whispered, their words filled with sarcasm.
Although they believe in Ye Qingge's strength, the three sword spirit master who is under the age of twenty is no longer described. However, Ye Qingge's identity comes from a poor place. They are born with superiority and look down on Ye Qingge from their bones.
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There were many mixed sounds in the entire West Courtyard.
"What does Ye Qingge want to do? She shouldn't want to draw the Changhong Sword, she... is so whimsical."
"Young people are like this. They think they can create miracles, but in fact they are just a joke."
"The Changhong Sword that the city lord and geniuses cannot draw, Ye Qingge just brought shame on himself."
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The crowd discussed and disdained.
Can Ye Qingge open the Changhong Sword?
A fantasy, tease me?
That is the Changhong Sword that even the City Lord Yong Yesheng and the Five Sword Spirit Master Cultivator cannot open.
Why is she?
Li Yanran looked at Qingge and gritted her teeth.
Yan Yan still maintained her arrogance, and she didn't want to give Ye Qingge a look.
She never believed that Ye Qingge had the opportunity to draw out the Changhong Sword.
What Lan Wuxin thought was when he could take Ye Qingge's heart, and Lan Wu didn't have that time to wait for the medicine to attract the medicine.
At the Yan family wine table, Mo Xie was drinking the little wine, and Ye Jingjing was eating sweets and pastries.
Mo Xie looked at Qingge and smiled on his face.
He firmly believed that even if Ye Qingge could draw out the Changhong Sword, it must be a problem with the Changhong Sword and had nothing to do with Ye Qingge's ability.
Feng Qingyang glanced at Ye Jingjing and asked, "I don't know, what do you think?"
"What do you think?" Ye Jingjing stared at Qingge, and was obviously a little impatient when facing Feng Qingyang.
My sister is so beautiful.
She was focusing on her sister. Is this old man annoyed to ask questions?
Those who don't know thought they were interested in her.
This old man must have a pedophile.
Ye Jingjing couldn't help but think too much.
Ruofeng Qingyang knew Ye Jingjing's thoughts, but he was afraid he would never want to talk to Ye Jingjing again.
That clearly comes from the care of elders.
Feng Qingyang said: "Do you think Qingge girl can take away the Changhong sword?"
"No, of course," said Ye Jingjing.
"What if it can't?" Feng Qingyang asked.
"If I can't, I will slap this broken sword with my palm." Ye Jingjing said something astonishing, and what she said made the backs of a bunch of people feel cold.
Children nowadays...
Feng Qingyang smiled helplessly.
In Ye Jingjing's cognition, the moment Ye Qingge walked onto the glazed platform, if the Changhong Sword knew the appearance, he should have opened the sword sheath obediently.
Everyone's attention was on Ye Jingjing's words, but Yan Yu discovered that Changhong Sword trembled again after hearing Ye Jingjing's words.
Yan Yu was thinking.
this……
Very weird.
Mo Xie looked at Ye Jingjing and smiled.
Ye Jingjing has changed. In the past, Ye Jingjing was very soft and cute, and she was also weak and never competed with others.
Now, Ye Jingjing is covered with thorns all over her body, but only when facing Ye Qingge, she is willing to take back the thorns and is full of gentleness.
Qingge stretched out his hand and took the Changhong Sword from Yan Yu's hand.
"Brother Nine."
"Just do your best, there is no need to force it." Yan Yu said.
Sing and smile lightly.
The power contained in the Changhong Sword is very strong. Instead of letting others get this power, it is better to take it for yourself.
More importantly...
She wanted to give the sword to Ye Jingjing.
Qingge looked at Ye Jingjing with soft eyes.
Speaking of which, I haven't seen each other for a long time.
Qingge held the Changhong Sword and raised her eyebrows suddenly. Could it be that she had an illusion?
Chapter completed!