The swords placed in front of Lu Wei are simple in shape, the surface is covered with beautiful patterns, the cold light is pressing, pull out a hair strand and put it on, and then blow it, the hair is divided into two, it can be said that it is a real blowing and breaking hair, and the iron is like mud.

But in front of the black gold sword, these swords are nothing.

A black light flashed, and there was a click.

By the time the black gold sword was retracted into its sheath, a peerless sword placed on the sword rack on the ground had already been cut into two.

The surrounding audience let out a burst of exclamation.

"This kid succeeded, his knife cut off a sword!"

"What a knife."

"What kind of knife did he use, everyone else failed, why did he succeed?"

One person said: "The sword fighting conference has been held for twenty-three sessions, and only seven people have succeeded in history, and they have all become famous sword-casting masters in the future. ”

"I want to know what his name is."

Lu Wei walked to the entrance of the ticket gate and said to the sweet-looking waiter, "Can I go in?" ”

The waiter made a gesture of please, "Yes, sir, please come in." ”

Under the gaze of everyone, Lu Wei walked in with his head held high.

Liu Guanliang, who followed behind, took out the invitation letter, scanned the QR code on it, and also entered the venue.

Inside the venue.

The venue is very wide, the area is at least the size of ten basketball courts, and there are many people in it, many people are wearing Hanfu or Tang costumes and Ming clothes, with long knives and ancient swords pinned to their waists, holding down the hilt of the sword, holding their heads high, walking around in it, just like a cosplay scene.

However, Lu Wei didn't wear a costume, just put the knife on his back, and sighed when he looked at the scene in the field. Everyone has a martial arts dream, and everyone has a sword dream.

Two swordsmen who had never known each other bumped into each other.

"Brother Ren, what kind of sword is your sword?"

"My sword is a green steel sword played by Master Long Ming, and it cost more than 400,000 yuan, what about yours?"

"It's only more than 400,000, it's not good. My sword is the Flying Phoenix Sword fought by Zhou Zhengwu, and there are two intertwined phoenixes on the sword body, which cost more than 800,000 yuan. The man smiled triumphantly and pulled out the fitting around his waist.

The phoenix went out of the body, and the brilliance of that moment almost blinded the other party's eyes.

"Oops, that's great! Your sword is fantastic, so good-looking. ”

The man shook his head proudly and said, "Of course, my Flying Phoenix Sword." I also worked as an actor prop in a martial arts TV series, I borrowed them for filming, and it cost 1,000 yuan a day, and they rented it for more than three months. ”

The owner of the Qinggang Sword was even more envious, and said slightly crampedly: "This ...... This benevolent brother, I like your Flying Phoenix Sword very much, this, can I use my Qinggang Sword to exchange it with you. I'll add another 500,000 to you. ”

"Change the sword?" The man shook his head and hugged the Flying Phoenix Sword in his hand. "No change, no change, no matter how much money you give."

"Brother Ren, 600,000, I'll add another 600,000."

The owner of the green steel sword was soft and hard, and in the end, he still succeeded at a price of 1 million. Coupled with the green steel sword in his hand, he replaced the flying phoenix sword in the man's hand, and after getting the sword, he pulled out the gorgeous blade, and Ruan Zi was excited.

Liu Guanliang on the side shook his head and said, "That guy didn't know that he had been deceived." The Feifeng Sword is a sword of gold and jade, and the production cost is only one or two thousand, and it looks good on the outside, but it is actually cut off...... Alas, there have been more and more liars who have appeared in the knife competition these years. ”

"How did Liu Shao tell the quality of the two swords?"

Lu Wei, who was also secretly paying attention to the two of them just now, asked, and also felt that the flying phoenix sword was indeed very gorgeous and beautiful, and the green steel sword gave people a mediocre feeling.

"Simple, let the two swords slash each other, and the Qinggang Sword will win one hundred percent."

"Slash each other?"

At this time, somewhere in the venue, a dense crowd of onlookers let out an earth-shattering cheer: "The Dragon Slayer Knife has won!" The Dragon Slayer Knife has won! ”

Lu Wei immediately walked over to take a look, squeezed into the crowd, but saw a broken knife that was broken into two pieces sprinkled on the ground, and a stout man held a snowy knife in his hand, constantly saluting the crowd of onlookers.

The lean man who had failed picked up the broken blade under the sword frame in frustration and left the crowd with a dejected face.

"Who else is going to challenge my dragon slayer?" The thick man said with a lot of energy.

"Demon Slayer Sword is here to challenge." A man dressed in a chivalrous costume walked over and held up a strangely shaped kendo in his hand.

"Okay, bet big and bet small?"

"Bet big!"

"Roll the dice."

The rules of knife fighting are divided into precedence, by rolling the dice to guess the size of the order of the order, the guess of the person cut first, the person who did not guess the cut later, and the coin kick-off of a football game is a bit similar.

Soon, the dice results came out, and at five o'clock, the chivalrous customer service man cut first,

The dragon slayer was placed on the sword stand.

The chivalrous customer service man pulled out the crimson demon slashing sword in the scabbard, and roared, "Dragon Slayer Knife, I'm sorry!" With a sword slash, there was another crisp click, and the palm-thick blade of the dragon slaying knife was actually cut into a smooth plane.

The dragon slayer knife is broken.

"Wow!" The onlookers exclaimed.

"The dragon slaying knife is broken, and the dragon slaying knife that cut seven knives in a row is broken."

"Demon Slashing Sword, Win!"

The victory and defeat changed hands, the strength and weakness alternated, and the thick man picked up the two dragon slaying knives on the ground and left the scene gloomily.

"It's exciting, it's really exciting."

Seeing this scene of swords fighting and sharp blades colliding hard, Lu Wei couldn't help but sigh, wonderful, really exciting.

He wanted to try it with a knife.

Liu Guanliang smiled slightly, "Viagra, the show has just begun, and the more exciting is yet to come." ”

At this time, on the stage in the center of the venue, a group of staff suddenly walked out, moved a piece of chairs from behind the scenes, and placed them next to the stage, the placement of these seats is very particular, faintly a bit like a pyramid, and there are huge Arabic numerals such as 1,2,3,4,5 written on it, the smaller the number, the higher the seat, and the more correct the direction of the row.

The last one to be lifted up was placed in the center of the stage, a metal rectangular sword stand, with a concave grooved surface, which was very stocky and could withstand a large impact.

A male emcee wearing a Tang costume walked up to the stage, took the microphone, and said concisely and clearly: "The knife fighting competition has officially begun!" ”

"Swordsmith invited!"

The sound of surging music sounded, and from behind the curtain, a group of swordsmiths walked out.

These swordsmiths were sixty or seventy years old, with gray hair, and the young ones were thirty or forty years old, imposing, and a woman in her thirties, two ethnic minority uncles, and a foreigner with a little white hat, dark circles, and a beard all over his face.

There were ten swordsmiths in total, and they sat on seats with different Arabic numerals, 123456, high and low, and they were clear at a glance.

"The numbers on these seats are the rankings determined by the last knife competition, and the smaller the number, the higher the ranking." Liu Guanliang explained.

To Lu Wei's surprise, Liu Shao's third uncle, Liu Yijun, was also sitting on the stage, in a position with the number "9" written on it. (To be continued......)