Ten thousand butcher knives. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The elders on the high platform and the first leaders were silent when they heard this.

I was surprised by the familiarity of this name, and those who were not familiar with this name are recalling, what kind of knife is the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife?

Hearing this, Chen Jianwei stood up and looked at the young man carrying the knife in disbelief.

He is the master of the Golden Wheel Hall, in charge of the refining weapons in the Xuantian Gate, and the casting and distribution of magic weapons.

Where is the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife, can he not know? Still in the arsenal!

How could it be in the hands of this kid?

Xie Mian didn't wait for Ruoxu's answer, sat down curtly, and muttered: "This kid's way of appearing is quite unique!" ”

Ruo Xuan Zhenren smiled and did not speak.

But Heng Yizhen answered: "High-spirited, young and vibrant, it should be like this!" ”

The tone was full of pleasure and appreciation.

Let everyone be deaf.

Yang Jun was being looked at by everyone with different looks at him at this time, not only the big guys on the high platform, but also more than a thousand pairs of eyes on the top of the clouds.

Although he climbed up from the south ladder just now, everyone's attention was on the cloud platform at a high place, and no one looked down at the cloud ladder below.

Yang Jun, who climbed a ladder, has not been discovered and noticed.

It's just that everyone gathered on the edge to watch the martial arts test of the four peaks of Biwu Mountain, and Yang Jun had to pass through the isolation zone formed by the crowd if he wanted to climb to the top of the clouds.

As soon as he came out with the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife on his shoulder, he broke into the eyes of several disciples who were watching the battle nearby.

"Huh?"

Several people were confused.

Shengzhou has been recorded for hundreds of thousands of years, and now it is an era when aesthetics are very common. Everyone's magic weapons are made to be exquisite, even the swords, guns, swords, halberds and other weapons are more and more refined, even if the shapes are different, they are more and more refined, the patterns are decorated, and even the spirit stones and gems are inlaid.

Damn, I've never seen such a wild and unruly weapon!

This shape, there is no one else.

The blade of the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife reflected the sunlight, shook the eyes of a group of people, and attracted many people to turn their heads to look.

"Huh, what the hell?"

"it!"

"Isn't that Chu Ke?"

A small commotion gradually drove a group of people around to look at Yang Jun.

It was like an invisible hand pushing the dominoes, with the south of the summit as the center, spreading to the east and west, and the disciples who were watching the battle on the edge of the summit turned their heads one after another.

A young man with a handsome face, carrying a large knife with a strange shape that does not match his body shape on his shoulder.

Chu Ke's eyebrows and eyes don't look like Chu Yi, his facial features are very outstanding, and he still looks like a little girl when he was childish.

Now that he is taller and his muscles are stronger, he doesn't look weak, at least Yang Jun is very satisfied with his current figure. Skinny is skinny, with muscles wow!

But when it is lined with ten thousand butcher knives, it looks a little thin.

A handsome boy with a simple broadsword. Such a combination made everyone not know what to say for a while.

"Hahaha!"

I don't know who was the first to burst into laughter.

"Isn't this just an enlarged pork knife!"

As soon as this person said a word, some people showed a sudden look on their faces, while others still looked dazed.

There is a big gap in the backgrounds of the disciples of Xuantianmen, and the teenagers from poor families are as usual, so they naturally know what a pork knife is.

The Chang family can eat pork once a year after the New Year, and every time he has to stare at the raw pork hanging on the shelf for a long time, and watch the butcher who sells meat use a knife with a wide back and a thick blade to cut such a narrow piece of pork from a large piece of pork.

This knife is indeed very similar to the butcher's pork knife, could it be that the ancestors of the Chu family were butchers? That's great, you can eat pork every day. Tsunesha thought with some envy.

And the children of the royal family and the princesses, they can eat too much meat, there is no shortage of all kinds of spirit animal meat on the table, and most of them have never eaten pork, and they don't even know what a pig looks like, let alone a pork knife.

This time, these sons of these families, who usually disdain poor sour and muddy legs, are ashamed to ask the poor children around them what a pork knife is.

After knowing the truth, they looked at Yang Jun with a hint of mockery and disdain.

A dignified disciple of Xuantianmen, carrying a pork knife for butchers to cut meat, isn't this an insult to the image of Xuantianmen? This made them, who were also disciples of Xuantian Sect, feel very ashamed!

Many people are thinking, could it be that the ancestor of the Chu family was born as a butcher? Otherwise, who would take such a big knife!

It had been a long time since the movement of the arsenal on that day was reported, and no one would connect the big sword in front of him with the abnormal movement of Ling Chushan that day.

Chu Yi listened to the whispered discussions of the people around him, and his eyes were red with anger, and his eyes were about to split.

Who is a butcher! Chu Ke, you roll over to Lao Tzu and promise not to kill you!

Yang Jun was a little helpless by everyone's eyes.

I knew I would be paid attention to, but I didn't expect the effect to be so sensational. But there is no way, carrying such an uncle's knife, you can't keep a low profile.

Han Shuyao in the crowd finally couldn't help but speak.

With a look of disdain and a hint of disgust, she glanced at the knife on Yang Jun's shoulder, and said dissatisfiedly: "He tried to carry a pig-killing knife, what did he take as an opponent?" ”

Han Shuyao's voice was not small, and the people around her turned their heads to look at her.

Some people think that this girl's brain circuit is wonderful, and her focus is so different.

Some people think, this is a good word, carrying a pork knife and fighting people, wouldn't Chu Ke's opponent be...... Pig?

After Han Shuyao finished speaking, there was silence around her.

She looked up puzzled: "What's the matter, did I say it wrong?" ”

He Junyuan glanced at Gu Jiuxin, who was calm, and glared back at her: "Don't talk nonsense!" Chu Ke didn't know how to use his spiritual power to urge the magic weapon, but he was strong and strong, so an unusually heavy weapon was the right choice. ”

"Oh!"

Han Shuyao pouted unhappily, and suddenly jumped up again: "That's right! He doesn't know anything! Haha, he doesn't know anything like this, look at how he fights this martial arts test! ”

Last time in Paiyundian Square, this Chu Ke stabbed her, and Han Shuyao always remembered it in his heart. She already looked down on Chu Ke, and she also counted the account of being hated by Gu Jiuxin on Yang Jun's head, but now she was reminded by He Junyuan that Chu Ke didn't know anything, so she gloated.

All the young monks on Ling Chu Mountain are talented, how can you compare with others if you haven't even opened a single spiritual aura?

Even if you are strong, can you still compare to the magic weapon blessed with spiritual power?

You must know that the high-grade magic weapon aura, supplemented by spiritual power, has the power to open mountains and split stones.

No matter how good your muscles and bones are, you are still a mortal fetus, how can you do this competition?

Thinking of this, many people put on a look of watching the show. There is not only schadenfreude for Chu Ke, but also sympathy for the people who are going to fight against Chu Ke.

After all, Chu Ke was holding a pork knife in his hand. The people who fought against him...... Ahem, do you feel insulted?