The days when I was working in the West Factory

Chapter 435
Jian Tan narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked Zhao Yu up and down.

Since the fall of the sword god, there should be no such Wugou sword heart in the world.

But today, he happened to see again...

"Okay, it seems that the invitees are all here."

When Aotian saw Bu Jingyun coming in, his eyes lit up immediately, but he turned to Meng standing beside Zhao Yu.

At the same time, a trace of hostility flashed in Zhao Yu's eyes.

This guy really thinks his life is too long, he dares to dream...

"You...what are you going to do?"

At this time, Bu Jingyun had already quietly walked in front of one of the soy sauce characters.

His expression was as indifferent as ever, but his eyes were full of lifeless energy, staring at the person sitting in front of him.

"roll!"

Bu Jingyun spit out a word in a cold voice.

The seat that was originally present was only the last one left.

According to the invitation sent out by Sword Worship Villa, the number of people corresponds to the seats here.

Naturally, it was impossible for Bu Jingyun to sit in the last position, so he went directly to the first position on the right.

"How can this be..."

Rumble!
Seeing that Bu Jingyun had such a precious sword, the man was naturally furious.

But before the words in his mouth fell, the whole person was thrown away by a strong force.

On the other hand, Aotian, who was the host, just looked at the unlucky guy who flew out and sneered, and ignored it.

Bu Jingyun sat in the first position on the right with a big horse.

"Son..."

Meng first glanced at the position at the end, and then glanced at the people present.

She naturally knew that Zhao Yu would definitely not sit at the last seat.

Zhao Yu waved his hand, then stared at Jian Tan who was sitting in the second seat on the left, and sneered again and again.

At first, no one noticed anything.

But after a while, as Jian Tan stood up slowly by himself, everyone looked strangely at this young man who followed Bu Jingyun uninvited.

"At such an advanced age, I still can't tell the height of my eyebrows!"

Zhao Yu walked to the place where Jian Tan had sat down before, and before sitting down, he said to Jian Tan who stepped aside.

Jian Tan's palms were clenched tightly for an instant, but in an instant, they loosened as if out of place.

Immediately, under the horrified eyes of everyone, Jian Tan sat down at the very end by himself.

Looking at Jian Tan who said nothing, Zhao Yu was somewhat dull.

Even the emperor had to have a reason for finding fault.

Although I miss the secret of sword greed, but if I want to get it, I have to have a justifiable reason.

After all, we are not a wall to rob houses, but officials of the new dynasty!

"Okay, now that everyone is here, let's take a look at this peerless sword that I spent a hundred years at the Sword Villa to forge!"

Aotian stood up and clapped his hands arrogantly.

Immediately, a sword slave from the Sword Worship Villa stepped forward and lifted a red cloth placed among the crowd.

On the sword platform, a black sword flickering with cold light appeared in front of everyone.

The people present, except for Zhao Yu, Bu Jingyun, Jian Tan and Aotian, all gasped, and then stared at the black sword in front of them with hot eyes.

This sword, seemingly extraordinary, is actually just a sharp weapon forged by Sword Worship Villa.

Bu Jingyun's biological father was an ancient swordsmith, and he had come into contact with many magical weapons, so he could see the clues at a glance.

Sword greed has read countless famous swords in the world, so of course his eyesight should not be underestimated.

Not to mention Zhao Yu, he even knows the origin of the peerless sword, let alone such a fake?
Those present, as long as they have a higher level of cultivation and foresight, can be seen at a glance.

"Hey, since everyone is so polite, I will try the sword for everyone first!"

Among them, a big man sitting in the third position on the right hand side suddenly swooped up and moved towards the black sword in the middle.

The remaining few little-known guys couldn't sit still any longer, and swayed towards the black sword.

"Mulong, put down the peerless sword!!"

Just when the big man held the peerless sword in his hand, before he could be happy, a flash of sword light struck from the right.

Immediately, the wrist felt cold, followed by severe pain.

When he reacted, his right hand, which had already clenched the peerless sword, was cut off in unison.

"Haha, the peerless sword is in my pocket, from now on the world's swordsmanship... huh?!"

Before the man finished talking, his arm had already been chopped off from behind by another person.

The peerless sword has not yet been born, but the killing has already begun.

After a stick of incense, a man covered in blood held the black sword tightly in his hand, and stood up among the corpses unsteadily.

"My... mine is still mine after all!"

The man's face was covered with blood, but the expression on his face was almost crazy.

Brush brush!
At the same time as he stood up, three sharp sword qi struck.

The man subconsciously raised the peerless sword in his hand.

but don't want to...

The peerless sword in his hand was actually disconnected from the middle position.

"No... no, how is this possible?!"

The man stared blankly at the dagger in his hand, his face full of disbelief.

And in front of him, a handsome young man stood in front of him holding a sword.

"One way of swordsmanship, one's upholding and one-heartedness, how can one be obsessed with foreign things?"

This young man not only looks handsome, but also speaks with a gentle and elegant air.

"Hero Sword?!"

Everyone was at a loss, but the sword demon beside Aotian suddenly stood up.

He recognized the saber in the young man's hand at a glance.

"Who are you, why is the hero sword in your hand?"

The Sword Demon took a step forward, staring at the handsome young man warily.

The Wulin Mythology Wuming lost to that lunatic from Jin Yiwei.

This matter has been known in the Jianghu.

but……

The defeated Wuming, isn't it a martial arts myth?

You know, before that lunatic appeared, no one could shake Wuming's status in the arena.

Even the top ten sects in the early years were all defeated by the youth Wuming?
This kind of thing depends on who to compare with.

Compared with them, even the defeated Wuming is still a top player.

And Wuming's defeat at the hands of that lunatic of the Jinyiwei was not a strange thing.

After all, not everyone can kill the immortal six thousand six with one thought...

"Proud Master."

The young man first clasped his fists at Aotian on the master seat, and then said to the sword demon beside Aotian: "In Xiajianchen, Wuming is the teacher!"

hissing...

Hearing Jian Chen's self-introduction, everyone gasped suddenly.

The personal disciple of the martial arts myth, the successor of the heroic sword!

These two titles are enough to make the swordsmen with their eyes above their heads greet the young man in front of them with a smile.

But when those people were surprised, Bu Jingyun, who was sitting in the first row, looked at Zhao Yu with a strange expression on his face.

Even him, the god of death who doesn't cry, is thinking secretly in his heart at this moment.

If the successor of this heroic sword knew the origin of the one not far away from him, would he run away on the spot?

(End of this chapter)