Three rounds of drinking.

In the open space between the feasts, a round carpet of rich peonies was laid, which had been bought from merchants in the prosperous southern countries.

The tall disciple glanced at the young man who was drinking from a distance, and a touch of disdain flashed in his heart, and he pinched the hilt of his sword, and then got up and walked out.

He is none other than Situ Di.

Walking to the main table, Situ Di clenched his fists and hid some arrogance and said, "Situ Di, a disciple of the Holy Hall of Miaorong Mansion, ask the Holy Son for advice." ”

Although the words were polite, the tone was not polite at all.

As soon as his voice fell, the surroundings fell silent.

The people in the surrounding sects all know that Situ Di is powerful, and this is the highlight of the Holy Son's inspection.

They all watched intently.

Xia Ji nodded, ready to get up.

Situ Di observed keenly, and suddenly said, "Holy Son, where is your sword?"

Xia Ji thought about it, his innate formless body-breaking sword qi based on more than two thousand years of internal force was too fierce, not to mention that it was just a fight, so he didn't need to be so ruthless, so he swept his eyes.

Senior Sister Jinghua blinked and confronted the Holy Son.

Xia Ji said: "That... Senior sister, can you borrow a knife?"

Sister Jinghua is a thousand willing, ten thousand willing, she only hates that her heirloom knife didn't bring it out.

What to borrow.

It doesn't matter if it's given to you.

It's okay to add an extra layer to yourself.

However, before she could run out, a junior sister who was closer to the Holy Son rushed out.

Mao Sui, a familiar junior sister, recommended herself: "Holy Son, use my knife!"

Senior Sister Jinghua was angry: "Zou Xiangnuan, the Holy Son is asking me." ”

The familiar junior sister smiled proudly: "I didn't call you by name again." ”

Xia Ji had already taken a knife, and he didn't know whose it was, so he just had it anyway.

Situ Di suddenly laughed: "Holy Son, what about your own knife? As a swordsman, the knife is life, you don't even take good care of your own knife, how can you use a good knife technique?"

These women are competing to borrow knives, which shows that the Holy Son is very popular, and she can also see that the Holy Son is not fierce, otherwise how dare those girls be presumptuous.

As a high-ranking person, it is really unbearable to be unable to control it.

Situ Di shook his head with a sense of superiority, looking like he was pointing at others, and looked at the Holy Son who was getting up.

It's just that his posture is still relatively low, and it is a posture of respectfully clenching his fists and giving up an empty position.

Situ Di is used to pointing at others on weekdays, but now he can't change it, and he watched Xia Ji take a woman's knife.

The knife is thin and short, and the decorative effect is more than the actual effect.

Situ Di sneered again in his heart.

Suddenly, he turned around and said, "Black Tiger, bring your knife!"

A man in the temple answered, and threw the knife far away.

Situ Di took the knife, then greeted him, and looked at the Holy Son who had just walked out of the banquet: "Use this knife, this knife is more suitable for your body type."

A true swordsman will not only choose the right weapon for himself, but also see at a glance the most suitable weapon for others. ”

Xia Ji was stunned and said with a smile: "Are you picking a knife for me?"

Situ Di also smiled: "Do you know the realms of using a knife?"

Xia Ji shook his head, he hadn't thought about this question.

Situ Di said proudly: "In the first realm, there is a knife in your hand, and there is a knife skill in the air."

In the second realm, there is a knife in the heart and a knife intent.

The third realm is the unity of man and knife, and the knife skill and knife intent fit perfectly.

Therefore, it is very important to choose a good knife, a knife that suits you.

For example, the knife that the woman used just now is not suitable for the Holy Son, but if the Holy Son uses this knife, he will know that what I said is true. Come, take it. ”

As he spoke, Situ Di threw out the knife he had gotten from the black tiger.

He felt that if the Holy Son could get his own guidance, he might be able to comprehend something.

Xia Ji didn't take the knife, the knife seemed to hit a transparent curtain, and it fell to the ground with a snap.

He thought about it carefully, and he couldn't even deal with any of the three realms that Situ Di said.

Because I don't have to hold a physical knife anymore...

Situ Di frowned, revealing an unhappy expression.

Xia Ji suddenly turned around and threw back the woman's knife he was holding in his hand: "Senior sister, then, I'll change the knife." ”

It's quite familiar, and the junior sister named Zou Xiangnuan took the knife back with a smile.

It's so fun to interact with the Son.

Situ Di's brows soothed, and he really still had to use his own knife, even if he didn't say it, his actions were still very honest.

However, Xia Ji didn't pick up the knife, he took a fruit knife from the table at random, pinched the handle and turned it, then turned his head to the side and smiled: "This one is enough." ”

The audience was in an uproar.

The Holy Son actually wanted to use a fruit knife that was no more than the length of a palm to fight against the personal disciple of the Master of Miaorong Mansion?

This...

That's an exaggeration, isn't it?

It's insulting.

The Guru stood up suddenly, and his voice was a little cold: "Holy Son, please think again. ”

The whole banquet suddenly cooled down, and the originally false atmosphere of harmony suddenly became tense.

Situ Di laughed: "Interesting and interesting, I hope the Holy Son will not regret it." ”

Xia Ji didn't bother to say anything, and walked a few steps forward directly.

The two confronted each other.

The Guru sat down with a cold snort.

The little boy, so arrogant, grew up in a greenhouse, he really didn't know how thick the sky was.

It seems that ten years ago, when I went on a trip, my junior brother said that the Son of the Holy Son, who was on his first tour at that time, was calm and completely boastful.

It seems that this holy son not only has amnesia, but also his brain is broken.

I hope you won't be too embarrassed by Di'er's slap in the face.

Situ Di drew his sword, threw the scabbard aside, and then without saying a word, his body suddenly rushed forward.

"Broken Spike!"

Boom!

The sword in Situ Di's hand turned into a streamer of light and headed straight towards Xia Ji.

The face hidden behind the streamer was smiling, and although his style was just a simple thorn, he hid thirty-six hind hands.

Every backhand, he is already familiar with it.

The crowd also looked at it.

And then...

Syllable!

There was a crunch.

Xia Ji's right hand seemed to flick at random, and he flicked the stabbing sword body away.

At the same time he took a step forward, a step that hallucinated.

It was as if the form of the Son appeared in two different places.

The fruit knife was already on Situ Di's neck.

The cold blade made the swordsman's body, who had been pointing a moment ago, freeze.

Master Miaorong Mansion was also dumbfounded.

The disciples and sisters of the Holy Gate showed a look of "sure enough, it is still so".

The surrounding guests were dumbfounded, they were ready to see the master's moves.

But it's...

Crush!

Spike!

It's so easy!

Situ Di was stunned on the spot, he couldn't believe it, he couldn't believe it.

He was talking about the realm of knives before, picking knives for the Holy Son, and holding the appearance of pointing.

At this moment, he felt like a grandstanding clown.

"No, it can't be, you don't have a good knife at all, a knife that suits you, how can you break my seamless sword?"

Situ Di still didn't believe it.

Xia Ji withdrew the fruit knife, slapped him in the face, and said softly: "I used the knife because I was afraid that you would be embarrassed..."

After saying that, he didn't want to say anything more, so he casually threw the fruit knife back on the table.

True Qi was perfectly controlled, so that the knife fell lightly on the table, as if someone had put it down.

Xia Ji turned to leave.

Situ Di gritted his teeth and suddenly knelt on one knee, "I'm obedient and willing to be your entourage!"