National Luck Horror Game: Crazy, the script can still be played like this

He said that Wanfenglou's sword is very special, and there is no second one in the entire martial arts world.

Every sword needs to be crafted by the user himself, because only they themselves know what kind of sword is suitable for them, so that they can learn swordsmanship well.

Therefore, there are often battles for swords in the Jianghu, and Wan Fenglou never participates.

Things that are not suitable for oneself will never be able to make them exert greater power.

In addition, Li Ji also said with great admiration: "My master Li Haoran, on the basis of Wan Feng's return to one, also created his own sword technique "Haoran Sword"."

"This time, it is not only the collection of thousands of sword qi, but also the power of Haoran's nature, so that everyone in the world can be a sword."

"Hmph, it turned out that my master was going to challenge Ye Nantian, but I didn't expect that Yan Wuji would take the lead."

Wan Fenglou thinks that they are the number one sword sect in the world, but it is a pity that the most powerful swordsman is not from their sect, this is really an embarrassing thing.

Li Haoran, the current owner of Wanfeng Building, was also a genius of his generation back then, so he could only use Ye Nantian as a background board.

But it's not that Li Haoran is not working hard, he created the Haoran Sword just to avenge his shame.

Li Ji was full of admiration for Li Haoran, and he continued: "My master Li Haoran is really a great person."

"He obviously has descendants, but for the sake of Wan Fenglou, he resolutely decided to let other elders teach his descendants, while his closed disciples still chose us orphans."

"If there is no Master, maybe I would have frozen to death on the street."

He continued to express his admiration for Li Haoran.

In fact, although Wanfeng Building has a tradition of adopting orphans, the upper class has long been shaken.

They started nepotism, and the status quo of taking orphans as disciples only continued among the middle and lower class disciples.

Hearing this, Qin Zhan couldn't help asking curiously: "How many orphans did the head adopt?"

Li Ji said: "Besides me, the head also adopted four orphans."

"Brother Li Meng, with top-notch handling ability and the highest martial arts, is the most qualified to be the next head, but he was murdered by villains."

"Second senior brother Li Ran is also very qualified. He is straightforward by nature. He offended Zhuangzhu Qin before, so please don't mind him."

"Third Senior Sister, Li Fei, is pretty and has a good temper..."

He briefly talked about the situation among the brothers.

Qin Zhan heard this, and began to analyze the impact of Li Meng's turning into a mummy again.

As the best candidate for the head, Li Meng's death will deal a great blow to Wan Fenglou.

None of the others seemed well-suited for the heir apparent.

In the future, the development of Wanfeng Building will be restricted.

Qin Zhan continued to ask Li Ji, "Then how do you feel about yourself?"

Li Ji couldn't help shaking his head and said: "My strength is neither high nor low, and my wisdom is not as good as that of the elder brother. I can be regarded as a very ordinary person."

"If I hadn't been taken in by Master in Wanfeng Building, maybe I would just become an ordinary beggar."

"Master Qin, this is the inn under our Wanfenglou contract."

Li Ji brought the three of Qin Zhan to an inn.

But once inside, Qin Zhan discovered an unusual scene.

Countless disciples of Wanfenglou were lying on the ground in pain. They were hit by pain points by the master, and they would be unable to move for a while.

Li Ji's face changed and he said: "There are some lunatics who dare to attack us Wan Fenglou!"

"Don't he know that my master is in the building, he really kicked the iron board here!"

"My master is the one who has the Haoran sword and can defeat Ye Nantian."

Ye Nantian is a legend to martial arts, a god-like existence.

But there are always people in this world who want to blaspheme the gods.

Qin Zhan looked at the scene in front of him and said, "The visitor is not kind!"

He followed Li Ji all the way up the stairs, and arrived at Tianzi No. [-] room after a while.

The door of Li Haoran's room had already been opened, only the sound of a sword strike was heard, followed by an invisible sound wave, making Li Ji, who was about to rush into the room, back a dozen steps.

After a while, a disdainful voice came from the room: "The Haoran Sword is nothing more than that."

All I saw was a man dressed in black, with tattoos all over his face, and countless blue veins protruding out, flying out with light work, cutting open the roof of the inn with a sword, and then left.

Qin Zhan himself has level [-] swordsmanship, but he can still feel the difference in strength when he sees the sword of the person in front of him.

And he has already judged who the person in front of him is from his appearance, that is Yan Wuzhi, one of the two protagonists of this duel.

Li Ji looked at Yan Wuji, his eyes were bloodshot, and shouted loudly: "Yan Wuji, you insulted me at Wanfenglou today, and we at Wanfenglou will definitely ask you for advice someday!"

He loves Wanfenglou so much, so he naturally doesn't want to see being humiliated by strong people like this.

It's a pity that the power is stronger than people.

Yan Wuzhi has proved everything with his strength.

Besides, he didn't kill anyone.

Li Haoran heard Li Ji's voice and said: "Ji'er, shut up, it's because our Wanfenglou skills are inferior to others!"

Although he lost the competition, he was not unable to afford to lose, so much so that he lost all the face of Wanfeng Building.

Then other brothers helped the injured Li Haoran out, his entire right hand holding the sword was broken off, and he couldn't even hold the sword.

Using the Haoran sword, he thought he could borrow strength from Haoran's world and everything, but he didn't expect that Yan Wuji not only did not avoid its edge, but also attacked it head-on.

The result is what he is showing now.

Haoran's sword is strong but strong, but his body was unable to support the mighty power of heaven and earth, causing fractures. In the end, it was Yan Wuzhi who won the game.

20 years ago, Li Haoran practiced Wan Feng Lou's unique skill Wan Feng Guiyi to the extreme, but unexpectedly, Ye Nantian only left a sentence of "interesting".

Twenty years later, Li Haoran created the Haoran Sword and wanted to challenge Ye Nantian with it, but he never thought that he would not be able to defeat even Yan Wuzhi, and challenging Ye Nantian would naturally only be a dream.

This feeling of being reduced to the backdrop of geniuses of all ages is very uncomfortable.

Qin Zhan looked at Li Haoran, only to see that he seemed to have lost his soul.

Even if one hand is broken, he is still a head-level figure with profound internal strength, and he is also the head of Wanfenglou. Logically speaking, this should not be the case, and he needs to be supported while walking.

He noticed that the three of Qin Zhan, especially Qin Zhan, seemed to see himself.

Back then, like Qin Zhan, he was still in the Mood for Love, thinking that his kendo attainments were high enough that he would be invincible within the kendo.

Unfortunately, the truth is that it is not what they thought.

There will always be characters born beyond imagination.

He finally got up and said to Qin Zhan, "This is the owner of Qin Zhuang!"

"I'm Li Haoran, I made the owner laugh before."

"But life is like this, some people we can't compare with."

It turned out that he still had a glimmer of hope for his sword skills, but now there is no hope.

There are some people that he can't surpass even if he works hard all his life.

This could be the difference between an average genius and a top talent.

It's true...

Those who are dull in aptitude, learn to walk in Handan, and imitate them.

Those who pretend to be smart, discard the basics and chase after the trivial, adding to the superfluous.

Those with extraordinary talents, apply what they have learned, and draw inferences from others.

There is no one in the ten thousand, one hears a thousand enlightenments, and opens the way.

For those dull people, Li Haoran is already very good at being able to practice the integration of Wanfeng to the extreme, and being able to create the Haoran Sword.

But for him, he still feels bad about himself.

That kind of unwillingness is unimaginable.

Qin Zhan comforted him and said, "Why should the landlord care about it? Maybe there will be geniuses in Wanfeng Tower in the future, no worse than Ye Nantian and Yan Wuji."

"Besides, in the hearts of everyone, you are already a peerless genius, one of the few in the world."

"There is hope for the future."

He could only say this, although he knew it was useless, but he still wanted to be polite.

Li Haoran bowed to Qin Zhan and said, "Master Qin, I originally wanted to discuss swords, but now I'm seriously injured, let's discuss it another day!"

"Li Ji, send Villa Master Qin away!"

"Then come to me to discuss."

Li Ji's eyes were still full of anger, but he still sent Qin Zhan away from the right and wrong place in front of him.

And outside the inn under Wanfenglou, countless people from all walks of life were watching the fun.

But most of this excitement is a joke.

Li Ji had no choice but to close the door.

The green forest hero on the street said:

"Twenty years ago, Ye Nantian cut off his hope of going to Wanfeng Building to dominate the martial arts world with a sword."

"20 years later, Yan Wuji cut off the belief of everyone in Wanfeng Building with a single sword."

"From now on, Wanfenglou will only become the last of the first-rate sects."

As soon as this word came out, it spread immediately.

Chapter 242 The Sun Sets

Countless green forests and disciples of the Beggar Gang talked about it happily.

Wanfeng Building has become a well-deserved joke.

People in the Jianghu actually don't like those famous sects very much. They are self-righteous, thinking that they are nobles among martial arts people, and don't take them as casual people, but now it seems that it is nothing more than that.

No matter how high they stood before, how badly they fell now.

Wan Fenglou's suffering today directly became the focus of everyone's attacks.

If there are further changes in them, maybe they won't even be able to be the Weiwei of the first-class sect.

But this is not what Qin Zhan wants to care about. He is just a passer-by in the martial arts horror game level. The most important thing is to catch the ghost that escaped from the underworld.

They also found an inn and set up a room. After confirming that there were no spies around to eavesdrop, they began to exchange information.

Qin Zhan first said: "I can now confirm that the evil spirit must be related to the people in Wanfenglou."

"Even people who are possessed by evil spirits have a general range."

"Even the following plot is very likely to be closely related to Wanfeng Tower."

He didn't need to think any more, just stared at Wan Feng Lou.

When a frustrated person encounters an evil spirit, he will easily perish.

Not to mention a group of people who were hit.

What's more, if these so-called famous sects really encountered survival problems, they would tear their skins apart.

Barry added: "As a doctor, I have noticed one detail, that is, Yan Wuji has a terminal illness."

"From the various signs of his body, I can confirm my guess."

"And I can also confirm that his body is reaching its limit, and the exposed veins in his body show this. It is a manifestation of excessive body movement, like taking a stimulant."

His words immediately surprised Luo Kas and Qin Zhan.

Lokas said: "If you think right, then what is such a dead person doing, instead of enjoying life before death, still fighting and killing in the rivers and lakes?"

For most dying people, and dying people who are working.

Once the news of their deaths is known, they will do things that he has never done in his life before.

It's really strange that Yan Wuzhi is so desperate, he can't even make himself comfortable until he dies.