At this time, the Timant Sword Saint looked at Linton's expression and was still a little puzzled, because Linton was too lacking in momentum. Fighting spirit can be suppressed and hidden, but in terms of momentum, it is difficult to hide, so no matter how you look at the Timant Sword Saint, you feel that Linton is not a saint-level feeling.

Tirant Swordmaster was a little angry, after all, he had been waiting for four days, was it really a scam? It's no fun to cheat a saint, and the Timant Sword Saint can't just laugh and pass.

Closing his eyes, the Timant Sword Master took a breath, then suddenly opened it, and a strong momentum spurted directly forward. As if sensing the crisis, several generals present immediately put their hands on their swords, while Garsein, who was next to him, instantly drew his saber and looked like he was ready to fight. Yes, they all sensed the danger, and instinct made them draw their weapons and seek to protect themselves.

The soldiers behind him were so frightened by this momentum that they couldn't move, and even wanted to turn around and run away. They felt as if they were being targeted by a beast and were about to turn into food at any moment, which was terrifying.

Of course, Linton, who was closest to the Sword Master of Tirant, also felt it. Seriously, this was the first time Linton felt the oppression of a real momentum, an indescribable feeling. Before, Linton felt that momentum and the like were completely, but the momentum exuded by the Timant Sword Master really had a sense of substance.

To be specific, although the Timant Sword Master didn't move at all now, Linton felt as if a huge sword was slashing towards his face, and he could understand that it was fake, but as if he had deceived all his body senses, the hairs on his body stood on end.

Faced with this situation, Linton was also unceremonious, and directly raised his head and pressed back, targeting not only the Timant Sword Master, but also everyone around him.

"Huh?" Of course, the Timant Sword Saint also instantly felt the coercion of the overlord color, and his face changed suddenly. He understood that the other party was also sending out his own momentum to fight back, and this momentum was also very strong, but why did he always feel a little different.

There was a "plop", and just as he was still thinking, there was a sudden sound of falling to the ground behind him, and one of them fell to the ground foaming at the mouth. The Timant Sword Saint turned his head to look, and the expressions of the other people were not very good, and they were all suppressed, among them, the disciple he had just accepted was a little hard to resist now because of his poor foundation, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists, but his body was already shaking.

The Tilant Sword Saint instantly retracted his momentum, and Linton, who sensed this, also withdrew his overlord color at the same time, and the people on both sides breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, they knew that this was a clash of momentum between two saint-level people, and they couldn't say anything. From the current point of view, it is Linton who has the upper hand, after all, although the people on this side have been suppressed, none of them have fallen, but the opposite side has been directly knocked down.

"Boy, you're very capable." The Timant Sword Master smiled and said to Linton, "Your sword intent is very special......

"You don't know how to be polite, old man. I invited you to dinner, not to show you. Linton said.

"I really shouldn't judge people by their appearance, this time I was wrong." The Timant Juggernaut smiled and happily admitted his mistake. He now believes in Linton's level, although he still doesn't know how the other party practiced, but it doesn't matter. His fighting spirit was somewhat ignited, and now he wanted to have a good fight with Linton.

The current communication between the two sides is not pleasant, but in the eyes of others, they are at the level of immortal fighting, and they can't control it. However, at this time, Marshal Laruze, who was next to him, walked up and eased the atmosphere a little.

"Lord Sword Saint, the dinner party is ready, can you take a seat."

The Timant Juggernaut didn't give Laruze much face, just a casual "um", then turned to Linton and said, "Please." ”

"Please." Linton also said.

Obviously, the only person here who can make the Tirant Sword Saint treat him equally is Linton, but everyone doesn't think it's surprising, after all, these two are saint-level.

Soon the Timant Sword Saint strode into the camp tent, and soon, he was invited to the top position, and his opposite was Linton, who was also doing the top position at this time, after all, this was not a military meeting, it was a banquet in the name of the banquet of the holy level, so naturally the two of them were the top seats.

The two sides quickly took their seats, and the Timant Sword Master also briefly introduced the people on his side. The Timant Sword Saint and his party counted him as seven people, and he only introduced the five people under him, and the last one didn't mention it at all. Yes, this is the person who was stunned by Linton's overlord color before, and now he has just been woken up by being erected.

Several of the people introduced by the Juggernaut were all his disciples, from the eldest Kai Feng, to the youngest Pula. Although Linton definitely didn't know him, judging from the performance of the people around him, these people were also very famous swordsmen, after all, people from the same country had heard their names. As for the last one who had just woken up, the Timant Sword Master didn't introduce it directly, but the other party introduced it himself, indicating that his name was Royle.

The other party didn't report his home, but the people present probably understood who this person was. Obviously, he is the person in the army opposite, that is to say, he took advantage of the opportunity of the banquet to find out information. Of course, the Tirant Sword Saint can also make up the identity of his own disciple or something for him, so as to cover him, but the Tirant Sword Saint doesn't seem to disdain to say this kind of panic, anyway, he doesn't introduce it, which is equivalent to exposing the identity of the other party.

Although he knew that the other party might be here to inquire about information, it was not good to drive people away casually now, after all, he came with the Sword Saint of Tilant, and it would not give him face to drive the people he brought back. In short, the appearance of Loyle made the atmosphere of the banquet suddenly become a little heavy. Marshal Laruze also secretly called the guards next to him, and gave him a slight order, presumably to ask him to prepare, in case important information was detected.

Of course, Linton also figured out Lloyle's identity, looking at the current situation, the Timant Sword Saint didn't seem to bother to pay attention to him, just now the other party fell to the ground, and he didn't even ask. It seems that he didn't want to take this guy with him, but he probably can't shirk it. If he wanted to question this, he would have to open it, but Linton didn't mean to ask at all, this ...... It's kind of interesting to say that it doesn't move.

Picking up the wine glass, Linton said to the Timant Juggernaut, "I have heard the name of the Lord for a long time...... No, it's a cross-talk, anyway, some things have been away for a while recently, and as soon as I came back, I heard that you were going to challenge me. ”

"It's a competition." Kai Feng, the eldest disciple of the Timant Sword Saint, couldn't help but remind, after all, Linton's words felt as if the Timant Sword Saint was challenging him, which didn't mean that the Tilant Sword Saint was inferior to Linton.

"It's not important, anyway, it's tomorrow, let's have a drink today." Linton said.

"No problem, I'll accompany you." Tirant Juggernaut raised his glass directly and said.

The Timant Sword Saint really didn't understand what Linton meant by inviting him to the banquet, but he wasn't afraid that Linton would really dig a trap for himself, and threats such as saint-level battles were said to be otherwise, he had absolute confidence in his own strength, and he was not afraid of any conspiracy at all, so he came over directly. Now it looks like Linton just wants to fight him for a drink? Of course, he is not afraid, whether it is swordsmanship or fighting, he is not afraid.

The two of them drank directly, and since the people on the main seat had started, the people below naturally began to drink as well. Of course, they didn't dare to toast the Sword Saint, but the disciples below were also celebrities, and the two sides also began to communicate. Of course, many people are also secretly against Loyle, and no one toasts him, but they are all paying attention to what he is doing.

After a staggered discussion, Linton was a little drunk. Yes, the amount of alcohol he drinks can only be said to be average, very average. Although the wine in this world is obviously not high-grade wine, but after drinking it for a while, he is still a little drunk.

The Tilant Sword Master on the other side was very confused, he was a drunkard, the kind of person who drank wine as water and was fine, he didn't feel it at all after these few glasses, how could he look at Linton and feel a little drunk? Just dare to fight with yourself, doesn't this product know how much you drink?

You have to find an opponent when you drink, and it's not interesting to drink with people like Linton, and the Sword Saint of Tirant was a little unhappy, Linton suddenly stood up and said, "Old man, I'll introduce you to a big baby." ”

"Huh? What do you mean? Tirant Swordmaster asked.

"I recently found something interesting, I must show it to you, come on, come with me." Linton said.

This seemed to be preparing to lure him to the trap, and most people would be suspicious, but the Timant Sword Saint was not afraid at all, but was a little curious: "What is it?" ”

As he spoke, he got up, and when he saw the master get up, of course, several of his disciples stood up.

"Weapons...... New weapons. Linton said with a smile.

"Weapons?" The Timant Sword Master is also a little curious, when it comes to weapons, all he can think of is naturally a sword, a spear and an axe, which means that Linton recently got a good sword and is going to show it to him? That's fine, he wants to open his eyes, and he likes them very much.

However, what I didn't expect was that when I heard Linton's words, Marshal Laruze next to him suddenly changed his face and stood up anxiously: "That...... Merlot the great, this weapon...... I can't show it......"

"Huh?" Linton frowned, as if he was a little unhappy.

Marshal Laruze was in a hurry, looked at Garseen next to him, and made a clear gesture in his eyes. Garsein seemed to understand, got up and said, "Second uncle, that thing is confidential and can't be read casually." ”

"Confidential?" At this moment, Loyle next to him suddenly came to his senses.