Young man on white horse, I am in the human world, who dares to call himself an immortal?

The sword of the mountain has a master.

The sound of the piano sounded again, but this time it was more gentle and exciting than before.

Luo Yanlu plucked the strings of the piano, and a long sword flew out with a light sweep of her right hand.

She played the piano while raising the sword, and then ten Canghai swords flew out.

A total of ten men in white took the swords and began to dance.

Each sword has its own name.

When the sword was inserted on the high platform, everyone's eyes became hot.

"Xiao Jiu, do you like it?" Wen Hujiu asked.

Wen Jiutian sighed: "It's not here yet."

"Where is Xiao Baili?" Wen Hujiu asked again.

Baili Dongjun burped: "I only want the best, the Immortal Palace."

Wen Hujiu sighed: "You still want to ascend to heaven in one step?"

With a snap, Baili Dongjun buried his head on the table.

There are also rules for taking swords in this famous sword villa. You have to take the sword yourself.

However, there are sword embryos from Wushuang City, Taoist priests from Qingcheng Mountain, the leader of Tianjian Sect, and the descendants of Tianshan Sect.

There are also people from Yingzong, each of whom is extraordinary.

Wen Hujiu is not worried about Wen Jiutian, but is worried about Baili Dongjun.

The winner was soon decided on the stage, and the ten famous swords of Canghai had their owners.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano sounded again, Luo Yanlu plucked the strings, and looking at that figure, Wen Jiutian's heart was moved.

Wen Hujiu smiled again and said, "Don't look at it, it's not yours, it's not yours, it's almost Yuntian, do you want me to help you? After all, you use a knife."

Suddenly there was a roar.

An old man flew out with a long sword in his hand, and fell on the stage with the sword.

"Old man Tianjian!" Wen Hujiu frowned.

"He was originally the most powerful elder of Tianjian Sect. He came here ten years ago and never left." The young swordsmith stepped forward, "He is obsessed with sword making. The sword in his hand is the Yuntian Sword he made, Caiyun."

"That's very interesting. He practiced sword in his prime and made swords in his old age." Wen Jiutian couldn't help but admire: "This old man has let it go."

"Indeed, he has never slacked off since he entered the villa. He has made a Yuntian from scratch." The sword servant couldn't help but sigh.

While talking, the Caiyun had been taken away by Chen Fei of Tianjian Sect.

At this time, a red dress swept up from the backstage and landed steadily on the high platform. She held a red sword with heat patterns clearly visible on the sword body.

"What kind of sword is this?" Wen Jiutian asked.

"Legend has it that the Kunlun Sword Immortal held two swords, one of which was the Iron Horse Ice River, which was extremely cold, and the other was extremely warm, named Jiujiu Xuanyang. He defeated the owner of the manor, Wei Changshu, and at the same time, Jiujiu Xuanyang was broken and left in Mingjian Villa." The sword servant said.

"Has Mingjian Villa repaired it now?"

The sword servant nodded.

"The second sword of Yunpin, the God of Fire, is available for you to take!" The woman in red waved her sleeves and took three steps back.

"I'll do it."

"I'll do it too."

After all, this sword is famous, and many people in the martial arts world jumped up at once.

"I want this sword." Wen Jiutian rubbed his hands.

"Ah?" Wen Hujiu was puzzled: "This sword is just famous, you want it?"

"Yes." Wen Jiutian smiled.

"Sir, why don't you wait? The later ones may be better?" The sword servant persuaded.

Wen Jiutian said calmly: "Didn't you also say that swords have no rank?"

"But, you are a swordsman, why do you take a sword?" The sword servant raised his hand.

"Who told you that swordsmen can't use swords?"

As he said that, Wen Jiutian took down the Bloodthirsty Demon Knife, pressed it on the table, and looked at the sword servant: "Aren't you curious about my knife? Put it here and watch it for me!"

"Wait!" The sword servant spoke again: "Really not waiting anymore?"

"No more."

Wen Hujiu also looked at Wen Jiutian, "Are you going to go up empty-handed?"

"What can I do, I don't have a sword!" Wen Jiutian spread his hands.

At this time, Wen Hujiu looked at the young sword servant: "Why can't I see your sword? Could it be that you are hiding your true strength, and the last cloud-grade sword is yours?"

"Mr. Wen, just look at it, maybe I am really a little sword servant?" The sword servant shrugged.

But then, he patted Wen Jiutian on the shoulder and sighed: "Sir, didn't you ask me? Can I take the zither player after taking the sword? Now there is a chance, will you go?"

Wen Jiutian smiled and said: "If Kou can go, I can go too!"

The sword servant suddenly laughed, "Thank you for lending me the sword. The third cloud grade, Changge, is in Luo Yanlu's zither!"

"Maybe, you can borrow it for use."

"You, the sword servant, are really hidden." Wen Hujiu glared, "What if she doesn't lend it to my nephew?"

"At worst, I will take both the sword and the zither player!" Wen Jiutian was full of ambition.

Before stepping out, he turned his head to look at the sword servant and smiled: "This sword is called Crying Blood!"On the stage, the fight was fierce.

Suddenly, a young man in a Taoist robe jumped onto the stage, "Qingcheng Mountain Sect Master Lu Suzhen sat down as the chief disciple, Wang Yihang came to take the sword."

Then another voice sounded: "Tianshan Sect Luo Cheng, come to take the sword." It was a man with a simple and honest appearance.

The two began to fight.

And Wen Jiutian took a step forward and disappeared on the spot.

The sword servant gently stroked the weeping blood left on the table, and his eyes lit up: "This sword has a restrained charm, and the material is extremely cold. There is a creepy sword light throughout the body. It is a good sword that has never been seen before. Compared with it, my sword is a world of difference!"

Wen Hujiu saw the surprised expression of the sword servant, and also leaned forward curiously, "Why didn't I see it?"

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

Everyone was watching the fight on the high platform, and no one noticed that a figure suddenly flashed on the piano platform. It was a young man, wearing a black robe, standing there. The yellow, gambling and drug on his robe were particularly eye-catching.

The pair of jade hands that were stroking the piano were suddenly held tightly by a pair of big hands. The young man said softly: "Miss, can you lend me the piano?"

Luo Yanlu frowned and said softly: "I have only heard of taking swords in Mingjian Villa, but never heard of taking pianos. Young master, you may have come to the wrong place."

"It can't be wrong. Someone told me that there is a sword here, named Changge, and I want it." Wen Jiutian reached out to take the piano.

Unexpectedly, Luo Yanlu protected him and said angrily: "Young Master, you've gone too far."

Wen Jiutian smiled: "Someone told me that if I take the sword, I can take you with me."

Luo Yanlu scolded: "You lecher, if you force me, I'll call for help."

"I'm sorry, young lady, I want both the zither and the sword." As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Jiutian touched the scabbard under the zither, and then gently took it out. His movements were smooth, and the moment he pulled out the sword, the sword energy was like a tide, and he sighed: "Good sword!"

"Why are you scolding me?" Luo Yanlu's fair face had two more blushes, obviously because he was angry.

It was not until then that someone noticed the movement of the zither player.

A middle-aged man in an elegant robe jumped up and waved his hand, "Young Master, this is not the way to take a sword! It breaks the rules."

"Wei Tinglu, the owner of Mingjian Villa!"

At this time, someone had already recognized this person.

"What are they doing?"

"Look, the sword in that boy's hand, could it be the third Yuntian?"

"What is he doing? Is he planning to rob it?"

"He's looking for death!"