Inside the banquet hall, there was hardly a sound.

Everyone here is basically a swordsmith's mission, the purpose is to participate in this year's sword ceremony, and now the sword ceremony has not yet begun, but there has been a display of a new sword, which can't help but make people feel the weirdness of the atmosphere.

"Aha! Damn, what does it mean to be more than a sword now? "The first to jump out was His Royal Highness Blue Crystal of the Barbarian Sword Country.

She jumped to her feet, almost standing directly on the table, though it didn't make her look so tall.

Her cheeks were red, and the inky pupils in her eyes turned from black to turquoise, and the color of the pupils changed when the barbarians were provoked or frightened.

A pair of fluffy cat ears on Aquamarine's forehead were stuck back against her hair, and a low growl came out of her mouth, all expressions and movements showed how angry she was now.

"No, it's not." Jian Rin Ying didn't expect such a consequence, and quickly opened her mouth to explain, "His Royal Highness He Xi was just curious just now, so I ...... it."

"Come on!"

Lan Jingjing holds a short blade in each hand, judging from her backhand grip, these two swords are not different from previous swords, there is no clear direction, and there is no clear sword grid and grip, it is a seamless one, verdant as jade reverse fold & amp; amp; lt; Shape.

It's like a very primitive flying around.

Lan Jingjing was in the posture of a fighting beast, half-squatting on the table, her right leg stood on tiptoe, and knocked over the dishes next to her.

"Don't underestimate people too much, who is afraid of whom, my two double swords are ...... Ahh......h

Jiang Xiaoyin directly covered her mouth with her hand from behind and hugged the person off the round table.

During the period, I also knocked over a bowl of holy pine cone jade soup.

Blue Crystal's skirt was half wet, and her two white thighs were bouncing in the air.

"I'm sorry that Your Highness has disturbed your meal." After he apologized, he hugged Lan Jingjing and walked out of the banquet hall with a smoke.

"Jiang Xiaoyin, if you offend the princess, you will die for you!"

A sharp cry came from outside the door.

However, Lan Jingjing's words just now were like a fuse, igniting the anger in the hearts of swordsmiths in other countries.

Everyone focused their eyes on Wei Gong's body.

This silent war of gunpowder fills the air, and it is so oppressive that it is suffocating.

"Is it to be selected for the sacrificial sword in advance?" This question is on everyone's mind.

Although it is not very conformable.

But the blessing of the rain god created by the palace has already given the swordsmiths a strong sense of oppression.

What kind of arrogant person would expose the sword of the candidacy before the sword sacrifice ceremony?

What's even more hateful is that-

This sword is so powerful...... At least in terms of shape and change, it is not inferior to any sacrificial sword in history.

Although very unwilling, everyone present had to admit it.

"It seems that the newcomers to the Sword Country are very impulsive this year." A slender man sitting on the east side of the banquet hall lowered his chin and wearing a half-red crescent-shaped mask on his face, which was faintly shadowed by the light.

His eyes were like electricity, his eyes were sharp, and there were some shaved beard marks on his face, and the whole person looked both handsome and inhuman.

Emperor Fu Ling Yuan, a swordsmith from the Sword Country, didn't look at this side after speaking, and drank the wine in the cup by himself.

"No, it's not." Jian Rin Sakura only felt a burst of embarrassment, and quickly stood up and explained, "This sword is a gift from Master Weigong to me, and it is not the choice of this year's sacrificial sword. Right, Master Emiya? ”

"Well, yes." Emiya stood up from his seat and turned to everyone, "This is not the sword I used to participate in the sword festival this year. ”

“……”

As his words fell, the atmosphere of the scene, which was full of gunsmoke just now, suddenly fell to the freezing point again.

Some of the swordsmith's assistants and apprentices lowered their heads and looked at their hands in a daze.

As if they were shocked by what Emiya had just said, an unnatural and terrifying expression appeared on their faces.

"This swordsmith actually said that the sword...... Not the sword of the canonical election......"

"This sword is already ...... Terrific...... So, how terrible must the real sword of the candidacy......"

"Is that swordsmith still human?"

"Hahaha......"

Wild laughter rang out in the corner.

This caused even more outrage, and everyone turned their heads in unison and stared fiercely at the laughing man.

It's just that what they didn't expect was that this series of extremely arrogant laughter actually came from-

The second prince of the Heavenly Sword Kingdom.

Tiandao Yuluo sat in the corner, his upper body leaning back on the back of the chair, his feet crossed on the table, looking at his toes with a light and indifferent look, and then slowly took a sip of wine from the luminous glass.

"Ahem, it's unpleasant."

He placed the cup on the table, smooth and delicate, as if the cup had never been touched.

Tiandao Yu Luo raised his head slightly, and his eyes suddenly became fierce.

"If this scares you, then I think it's better not to participate in this sword sacrifice ceremony, and it's a shame to go anyway."

"What?!"

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and everyone's anger shifted from Wei Gong's body.

"Yes, literally." Tiandao Yuluo flipped his legs and stood up from his chair.

The movements are clean and chic.

"I'll go first. Slow use, everyone. ”

After he finished speaking, ignoring the surprised and angry expressions of the people behind him, he walked out the door on his own.

It seems to be walking on a path that belongs only to him, and his back is so high that it makes people feel cold.

"Huh...... What a self-talker. "Li Shiluo, the first swordsmith of the Book Sword Country, is an iceberg beauty, and after listening to the words of Heavenly Dao Yuluo, his eyes lowered and he looked at the table calmly.

The atmosphere of the entire banquet hall became extremely eerie.

"Everyone. My second emperor brother is a little impatient, if the words have caused unnecessary harm to you, please also ask you Haihan. ”

Heavenly Dao Fenghua's gaze lingered on Wei Gong's body for a moment, and then shifted away.

But no one answered him.

"yes, what a hauly boy." Xie Zheng, the bearded man of the Liang Sword Kingdom known as the Iron Mask Casting King, snorted, and then the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"Otherwise, he wouldn't be the right hand of God." Lu Mingling, the Moon Forger of the Jing Sword Country, clasped his hands and said coldly.

"If you don't eat it hot, you'll miss the best time to taste this plate of crispy anchovy shrimp with red oil." After speaking, Dongwang Gongxi, a gourmet swordsmith from Chijian Country next to him, peeled the transparent shrimp shell in his hand onto the plate, and then put his finger in his mouth and sucked it.

A look of satisfaction appeared on his face.

What everyone tacitly knows is the one who was stabbed by Heavenly Dao Yuluo, and he must move forward with a heavy load-

The glory and confidence of a swordsmith.

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