"Is this table his first-day genius?" Chen Long was also stunned when he heard this: "No wonder no one sits at this table! Is Jiangling a genius on the first day? I want to see if he is a man or a woman, and what his strength is." ”

Seeing that the old god Chen Long was sitting, everyone was interested, or joking, curious or surprised.

At this moment, two figures appeared in front of Chen Long, slapped the table and shouted, "You get out of the way for me! This is Sima Hong's table!"

Chen Long was stunned, and when he looked at it, he saw that one of these two people had a thin physique, his eyes flashed, and the other had a strong figure and a rebellious face, both of them were wearing strong suits, pinned swords, and cultivated at the ninefold peak of the spiritual realm. It was the rebellious young man with a knife who slapped the table.

"You're talking to me?"

Chen Long looked at his ink sword on the table with his eyes and asked lightly. The faint tone made it impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry, sad or happy.

"Nonsense!"

The young man with the knife slapped the table again, and the ink sword also shook a little.

"Huh, this sword is good......"

The young man with the sword pulled away the young man with the sword who was about to go berserk, and with his eyes flashing, he hugged his fist at Long Chen and asked, "In Xia Xin'an City, a sword shocks Lu Feng, may I ask your Excellency's surname?"

"Want to know my name?" Chen Long looked at Lu Feng seriously, shook his head and said, "You are not worthy." ”

"You!"

Lu Feng's face sank.

"Hehe......" Chen Long smiled: "Don't get excited, I said that you are not worthy of a reason." ”

"Please also give me advice!" Lu Feng looked angry.

Chen Long waved his hand, and then pointed at the ink sword on the table with his palm: "This sword, if you can pick it up, count me as losing." ”

The onlookers were excited:

"What?"

"What are you kidding?"

"Isn't it just a sword?

"Lu Feng is a spiritual realm ninefold, let alone a sword! even if it is tens of thousands of catties of stones, he can lift it!"

"This is a big blow, isn't it?"

"Could it be that this ink of his is a divine sword?"

......

"That's arrogant! Let me teach him a lesson!"

The young man with the knife picked up the knife and was about to do it, so Lin Yi stopped it.

"What if you lose?" Lu Feng asked in a cold voice.

Chen Long smiled at the corner of his mouth and said, "I lost this sword to you." ”

Lu Feng's eyes lit up.

He has some knowledge, the sword on the table, the scabbard is black with blue and red, the pattern is exquisite, about four feet long, four fingers wide, and the hilt looks jet black, the texture is also simple and simple, it seems to be low-key and luxurious.

"Okay! If I win, your sword is mine!" Lu Feng smiled: "If I lose, I will do something for you that does not violate your conscience!"

"Oh?" Chen Long looked at Lu Feng with some surprise: "Okay, you can start." ”

Everyone watched in silence:

Lu Feng's face turned pale, and the ink sword looked at it again, then secretly lucked Sancheng true qi and reached out to pick it up!

The ink sword does not move!

Lu Feng's face changed!

Lu Feng's expression was solemn, and he transported fifty percent of his true qi to get the ink sword, but it still weighed hundreds of thousands of catties.

When everyone saw this, their hearts were awe-struck.

"I don't believe it!" Lu Feng looked like he was facing a great enemy this time, and he had ten percent of his true qi, clenching his teeth and vowing to tear the other party to pieces...... Ah, no, I vow to pick up the ink sword!

The green tendons on Lu Feng's face and neck were exposed, and even the strength to feed was used, and his face was flushed, but it was useless!

The ink sword still doesn't move!

"Give it up, I told you, you're not qualified to know my name yet. ”

Long Chen smiled faintly.

When Lu Feng heard this, his heart was like a critical blow, and he immediately let go, and his breath became disordered, and he was so frightened that he hurriedly exercised his breathing.

At this moment, the young man with the knife knew that Long Chen was an iron plate and not easy to bully, so he rolled his eyes and stepped forward and hummed: "Let me come." ”

"You?" Chen Long shook his head directly.

Is his sword something that some kids can handle?

His ink sword has an extraordinary origin! It was a divine sword forged by the Holy Realm Casting Power from meteorites for nine years! It is called "Nine Ink"! For the sake of it, Jia Shu, the predecessor of Chen Long, signed to help the Holy Realm Casting Power do three things (all of which have been completed)!

The Nine Ink Sword, although it is not as famous as the "Ten Great Divine Swords" of the Doufa Continent, its quality, casting art, and power are astounding! It just lacks a record of achievements, so its reputation is not obvious. Its weight itself is not heavy, it is only thirty-three catties and three, but with the blessing of the sword body rune "as big as the immovable seal", it is locked in the space on the table, not to mention the spirit realm powerhouse, even if it is the king realm powerhouse and the emperor realm powerhouse, they can only cry.

"I am born with a sword to step 3,000 pounds, I can lift 100 catties at the age of three, 1000 catties at the age of 10, 10,000 catties at the age of 15, and 90,000 catties at the age of eighteen!

"Really, then you try?" said Chen Long sneered.

"I can afford it, but what about you?" said the young man with the knife...... Dao Babu 3000 asked angrily: "I use a knife, I don't want your sword! You call me Grandpa three times!

"Good. Chen Long smiled and said, "If you can't afford it, you can admit that you are garbage." ”

"Grass!"

Dao Babu 3,000 is a hot temper, he is from Jiangling City, and he usually doesn't accept anyone, except for Sima Hong, who was only on the first day of Jiangling!

Sima Hong, cultivated at the age of three, was a master at the age of nine, was in the spirit realm at the age of twelve, was in the king realm at the age of fifteen, was now twenty years old, and was already a sevenfold existence in the king realm! Everyone in the ten cities within a radius of thousands of miles knew everyone!

Today is the day when Sima Hong organized a gathering of geniuses in the ten cities in the name of "meeting friends with martial arts", and the geniuses in the top ten of the ten nearby cities and those who were twenty years old came one after another to gather at this designated inn!

Although the Sword Babu Three Thousand is a spiritual realm nine-fold cultivator, he is born with divine power, and some of the geniuses of the first level of the King Realm are not his opponents. His glorious deeds of winning the training in the battle of the Great Realm made him firmly in the top five of the top ten geniuses in Gangneung!

"My sword is three thousand innate divine powers, and I can't afford to hold a sword?"

Step three thousand disdainful road.

"Three thousand, seriously, this sword is not simple. ”

A sword shocked Lu Feng reminded beside him.

A sword shocks Lu Feng, he is a genius of Xin'an City, ranking fourth among the top ten geniuses of Xin'an City, he has comprehended the existence of a trace of sword intent, and in the state of opening up, he can also fight with some Wang Jing one or two!

"Lu Feng, don't let others be majestic and destroy your own morale!" Bu Sanqian said unhappily: "Okay, take advantage of the people! Let everyone see my strength!"

A group of geniuses watched strongly.

Bu Sanqian saw that he was the focus of everyone's attention, and this feeling made him proud: "Everyone is optimistic! Next, I will use five successful forces!"

Step 3000 took a horse step, slowly shot, and grabbed it!

"Up!"

Step 3000 shouted, and everyone's eyes lit up!

I saw three thousand steps...... "Teng Tengteng" took a few steps backwards and bumped into a fat man, and his body stabilized.

"What?" Step Sanqian was incredulous: "I actually missed?!"

The geniuses stared at him with strange faces, as if asking:

"That's the power you want to give us insight?"

"Ahem!" Bu Sanqian's face turned red, and explained: "Don't be surprised, just now, I only used five successful powers! I didn't expect this sword to be a little heavy, I underestimated it." Next, I will use the eight success forces, and everyone applauds and encourages. ”

After speaking, he took the lead in puffing up his palms.

The geniuses looked at each other and applauded their hands very cooperatively!

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

And Chen Long calmly carried three points of banter, quietly looking at the three thousand pretending to be forced.

"Thank you for everyone's applause!" Bu Sanqian was in high spirits! He hugged his fists at the geniuses and said, "Thank you!"

The fat man who had just been hit shouted, "Don't talk nonsense, let's start quickly!"

A tall and rugged young man next to him also hummed, "Yes, let's get started! Let's see your innate divine power!"

A few more people shouted accordingly, and Bu Sanqian saw that the number of words in this chapter was about the same, so he stopped talking nonsense, stepped forward to stare at the ink sword again, and thought: "In order to be nine out of ten, no! In order to be foolproof, this time I will use more than ninety percent of my strength, and secretly use the trick of great strength! I don't believe it, is there a sword weighing 150,000 catties in this world? If there is, this wooden table would have been crushed a long time ago, right?"

"Ladies and gentlemen, here is the moment to witness the miracle!"

After Bu Sanqian finished speaking, he grabbed the ink sword and quickly used his true qi spiritual power and innate divine power!

"Up!"

A loud drink!

Ink Sword ...... Still not moving!

"Damn! I've used eight successful powers! The sword still hasn't been picked up! How can this be broken?"

"Rise again!"

Step 3,000 don't believe in evil, use ninety percent of your strength, and shout again!

Ink Sword ...... Still not moving!

"......" Bu Sanqian's hands and face and neck were bruised, his face was red, and he was trembling all over, but he couldn't hold the ink sword!

Ten seconds passed......

"Up!"

Twenty seconds passed......

"Give it to me!!"

Fifty seconds passed......

"Woo!!!Give me !!"

Bu Sanqian was exhausted, and he also cried, lying on the table and crying like a child.

A group of geniuses looked at this scene with strange faces, and Long Chen stood up at this time, gently picked up the ink sword, and looked at Bu Sanqian lightly:

"Say: You're garbage. ”

When Bu Sanqian heard this, he slapped the table with his hair, and cried even more.

Chen Long was speechless. After a while, he said leisurely: "Okay, don't cry, I'm not targeting you." ”

When Long Chen said this, he turned around and glanced at the group of geniuses, and then said lightly:

"I mean, everyone in this room is rubbish!"