Not far from the Wudui Terrace, stands a newly built sunshade pavilion, the pavilion is shrouded in a pale blue curtain, within the curtain there are dozens of charming and moving maids, and in the center of them is a middle-aged man lying on a golden silk wooden couch with sword eyebrows.

Perhaps because of the hot weather, the maids were dressed simply and coolly, all of them were one-foot brocade robes around the waist, and five-inch satin-cut clothes were wrapped around the chest. Some of the women served tea, some poured water, some pinched their shoulders, some beat their legs, and each performed their duties, and from time to time they would be teased by the man in his arms, which made the molested woman laugh.

"Imperial Commander, the duel has begun on the martial arts platform in front!" a soldier in armor hurried to the pavilion and reported in a loud voice. This middle-aged man is the commander of the king's army.

At this time, Shi Qianren shouted with disgust on his face: "Go down, Ben Shuai already knows!" After speaking, he hugged the maid who was pinching his leg with his thick right arm, and made Shi Yutong laugh heartily.

This time, the martial arts platform is very different from the previous one, the previous martial arts platform, all kinds of blue or top cyan level weapons as bargaining chips, both parties must sign a life and death contract, until one of the parties dies to stop the duel, the winner is eligible for glory.

And now on the martial arts platform, there is no need to sign a life and death contract, there is only one bargaining chip for victory, that is, the supreme soldier of the royal capital, and all living beings return to the spring sword!

One by one, everyone frantically flew towards the huge martial arts platform in the center of the city, from a battle of two people to three people, and then gathered into a melee of dozens of people.

There were still hundreds of cultivators in the audience watching with scarlet eyes, if it weren't for the fear of the surrounding soldiers, I am afraid that they would have caused a hundred people to fight in the center of the city, after all, only the ultimate victor had the opportunity to compete for the Sword of Returning to the Spring of All Beings.

"On the Martial Arena this time, there are only twenty-three surviving cultivators allowed to be accommodated at most, and those who dare to step into it will be killed!" The person who stood proudly above the void was the Commander of the Martial Dueling Platform, and he was the subordinate of the Imperial Commander of the Times, responsible for supervising the competition of these cultivators who participated in the Martial Dueling Platform.

Among the many cultivators in the audience, there were many people whose realm was far beyond the Air Commander, but they still didn't dare to have any resistance to him, just because the Commander was sometimes a powerful backer.

"Arrogant bird, it's just a dog by Shi Yutong's side!" a bearded man with a double-plate axe on his back muttered softly, raising his head and staring at Dou's big eyes, his face full of disgust.

Standing next to the man was a lean man, his wincing eyes constantly sweeping the audience as if he were searching for prey. Hearing the man speak, he rubbed his pointed chin and grinned: "Hehe, do you dare to touch him, if you don't dare, aren't you as weak as a dog?"

"I chopped you oily little man!"

The bearded man turned around and roared, trying to pull out the wrench behind him, but was stopped by others. "Cultivators are not allowed to have any fights under the martial arts platform!"

"Ha, if you're not convinced, you can go to the stage with me to compete. The lean man looked at the martial arts platform, a sinister look flashed in his eyes, and he said indifferently.

The person who stopped the man was a little stunned, the number of people on the martial arts stage was full, how did the two of them get the competition on the stage?

Before he could speak, the lean man took out three silver needles out of nowhere, and the tips of the needles were flowing with inky black liquid, and the cold aura exuded from the silver needles made the people around him shiver.

Shout~

The silver needle pierced the void and flew rapidly towards the martial arts platform. Before the Commander in the sky was aware of it, the silver needle passed through the valves of the three in the battle like a poisonous snake in the dark. The three of them were sealed by the flying poisonous needles, and their bodies suddenly couldn't move, and in the fierce melee, they were crushed by the other cultivators on the stage after only a moment's pause.

"Come on!" a gust of wind swept by, and the lean man had already turned over on the martial arts platform, and his voice like nine cold ice echoed in place, waking up the bearded man who was still angry.

The Governor of the Void looked at the lean man who had just come to power, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he was about to scold, when he saw the lean man take out a short-snouted sword from his bosom. The Governor shook his head, sighed and fell silent.

The reason why the Governor is like this is because there is a clear stipulation in the Wangdu Military Dueling Platform: Any cultivator who enters the duel without a weapon will be arrested and interrogated.

Behind the bearded man is a green-faced monk, his dark skin is branded with golden Sanskrit, holding a golden tin rod, the tin staff is made of iron and tin, the top of the staff is in the shape of a pagoda, with a large ring, and a small ring under the big ring, vibrating tin tin, endlessly.

"Eat the Abandoned Luo!"

The blue-faced monk listened to the conversation between the two, and the golden Sanskrit words on his body shone brightly, causing the other cultivators around him to squint their eyes, let out a low snort, and also flew onto the martial arts platform with their staffs.

The body of the spear is like a dragon, and the blade is between ten thousand laws, the sword qi flies, overturning the cloth and the martial crown, the sword light flashes, sweeping towards everyone, and the shadow of the staff is blurred, awakening the unconscious.

The inspiring duel made people fall on the martial duel platform continuously, and even so, the cultivators under the martial duel platform were still one after the other. It seems that this is no longer a simple duel, but a battle for the Supreme, if you have the Sword of Returning to the Spring of All Beings, you will definitely become the king of the dominant side!

Because the Sword of Returning to the Spring represents not only the king of soldiers, but also the supreme power, the desire for power is like a poison, eroding people's hearts all the time, and only death can make people let go of everything, let go of greed, let go of hope.

"It seems that the Sword of the Returning Spring is no longer a weapon, but a belief that is enshrined by the king as a cultivator of the Qin Soldier Kingdom!" Hua Feng sighed secretly.

The soldier in armor outside the sunshade pavilion knelt down in front of the curtain and reported timidly: "Report, when the imperial commander, the slaughter pavilion master of the Divine Soldier Pavilion has come to ask for a meeting!"

"No!" Shi Qianren shouted impatiently, the slaughter pavilion master in the soldier's mouth was the fat pavilion master of the Divine Soldier Pavilion in Tianyang Town, and he was the same brother as the current imperial commander.

"Yes...... , He said that he had come with something mysterious, and that he had something important to see!" The soldier stubbornly reported that the fat pavilion master outside the pavilion was looking at the soldier with frowns.

Shi Qianren frowned slightly, waved his hand and dispersed the maids around him, straightened his clothes, got up and shouted, "Let him come in!"

The fat pavilion master lifted the curtain, cautiously poked his head out, and said to Shi Qianren with a smile: "Senior brother, the foolish brother has something to tell you." ”

"Don't talk nonsense, let go of a fart quickly!" Shi Qianren's face was a little unhappy, and he scolded the fat man in front of him who was extremely obscene.

was already full of anger when he was disturbed, and at this moment, he was even more angry when he saw this junior brother who loved to make trouble for himself.

The fat pavilion master walked into the pavilion with a hippie smile, sat down to himself, and said, "Senior brother, do you still remember the heavenly fire disaster that fell on the Lonely City Mountain Range back then?"

"I heard a little, what's the matter, shouldn't a poor country that has been pampered by Tianhuo turn into a scorched earth?" Doubts flashed between Shi Qianren's eyebrows, and he asked sharply: "Is there still Diao Min who is making waves?"

The fat pavilion master's eyes fluttered, he glanced at Shi Qianren, and said leisurely: "That's why the foolish brother only came here today, and I want to borrow some soldiers from the senior brother to go and find out for you?"

"When do you need a pavilion master to participate in the matter of defending the territory?" Shi Qianren suddenly smashed the desk in front of him, his pupils were bloodshot, and he shouted at the fat pavilion master.

Looking at Shi Yutong, who was thundering in front of him, the fat pavilion master's face was as calm as water, and he replied with a shy smile: "Of course I understand that these things are not the decision of the foolish brother, but, presumably, the senior brother should have heard of what a molten flame Xuanshi is, right?"

"Molten Flame?" When Shi Qianqian heard these four words, he hadn't taken two steps yet, he suddenly turned to look at the fat pavilion master, and asked with a surprised face.

The fat pavilion master stroked his half-inch beard, slowly stood up, and replied with a smile: "Yes, it is the Molten Flame Stone!"

As he spoke, the fat pavilion master took out a delicate and elegant Xuanshi from his arms, and the strange thing was that the whole body of the Xuanshi was dotted with red starry markings.

Shi Qianren stretched out his hand to take the molten flame stone handed by the fat pavilion master, his eyes were filled with an irrepressible essence, and he could truly feel the warm feeling that the molten flame stone in his palm vaguely emanated.

Molten Flame Stone, according to legend, was born in the ancient gods of the fire to scorch the water of lakes and rivers, scorching the mire for 9981 days or even longer, and is a rare Xuanshi that is naturally calcined from the elements of water, fire, earth and a small amount of gold.

The appearance of this kind of dark stone is just like ordinary cyan dark stone, but there are various red spots of different sizes, and the strange lines make ordinary people look like cyan dark stone mixed with impurities.

Only when you hold it in your hand can you feel the warm aura emanating from the Xuanshi, which is caused by the energy of the fire element in the Xuanshi.

"Senior brother, although this kind of dark stone is a cyan grade, if you use the weapon it has been tempered, it is far comparable to a high-grade blue one!"

The fat pavilion master stared at Shi Qianren's expression, and his tone became more and more excited, as if he had really made a boat, "Senior brother, if you can take the source of the Xuanshi as your own, find a skilled blacksmith to forge a batch of high-level weapons, and rectify the tiger and wolf army that belongs to you, when the time is ripe, wouldn't it be ......?"

"Shut up!" Although Shi Qianren interrupted the fat pavilion master's words sharply on the surface, he still couldn't hide the surging desire in his heart!

The fat pavilion master turned around, with a triumphant smile in the corner of his eyes, and was about to open his mouth to ask his senior brother for some reward, but he heard a cold snort.

"Hmph, it's ridiculous, even if the Heavenly Fire attacked the Lonely City Mountain Range back then, the Molten Flame Dark Stone would need to be made at the right time and place, how do you know that there will be something I want in the Lonely City Mountain Range?" Shi Qianren sneered, his eyes were like torches, and under the fantasy of Quan Yu, he still remained sober.

The red sunset is reflected on the pale blue curtain, and the breeze is blowing, and the colorful glow of the curtain is linked to the wind chimes on the eaves of the pavilion.