Iron Eagle Hall, the hall on the first floor is simple and atmospheric, and it is full of heavy heritage.

The elegant sword rack is arranged in a gentle curve, and the glittering long swords are neatly placed on the shelf.

If you look down from the second floor, you can be surprised to find that all the sword frames are combined to form a huge Taiji diagram.

Qi is born together, and ambition is yin and yang.

The two eyes of the Yin-Yang Fish are separately placed with two Lingwu-level long swords, one for the light attribute and the other for the dark attribute.

Feng Dabao followed behind Ye Changsheng, secretly wiping his tears, his lungs were about to explode.

The decoration and design here are exactly the same as those of Wenjian Pavilion, and even the clothes worn by the guys are exactly the same.

And all of this was designed by Childe himself.

They didn't have time to use it, but they let the people of Tieying Hall steal the whole set, Feng Dabao died of grievance and guilt.

Tian Wenxiu's face was also gloomy, and he realized the deep malice of Tieying Hall.

Later, when they opened, Wenjian Pavilion became a plagiarist, but became a party to be ridiculed and blamed.

What a big hatred, is Iron Eagle Hall going to do such a desperate thing?

Tie Yun looked at Ye Changsheng with a smile, and said proudly: "When the people below brought the drawings, the old man fell in love with them at a glance, how about it, Changsheng Virtuous Nephew, the design is not bad, right?"

The shopkeeper He Wanzhong stepped forward and said with a smile: "It's not bad, sir, it's perfect, and only such a design is worthy of our Iron Eagle Hall!"

The magnates invited by the Tie family couldn't help but let out a gloating laugh when they looked at Ye Changsheng's gloomy face.

A powerful person pretended not to know: "Ye Gongzi, in my opinion, you can also decorate the Sword Pavilion according to this pattern, I think the Iron Hall Master will definitely not mind." ”

The magnates held back their laughter and nodded yes.

This is their home field, how do you want to handle Ye Changsheng, it's not up to them to decide?

Ye Changsheng ignored everyone and walked towards the second floor.

On the second floor is the boutique counter, in addition to the ancient famous swords, there are also several proud works of the Iron Eagle Hall.

The half-height glazed counter is illuminated by fluorescent stone on the top wall, covering a layer of low-key and luxurious color.

There are not many showcases, but they are not monotonous, and the large space is left blank, which enhances the overall style.

A platform extends out and flies into the air, positioned just above the center of Tai Chi.

Ye Changsheng stood against the railing, overlooking the Taiji diagram on the first floor with flickering sword light, and was a little confused for a while, whether he was in the Iron Eagle Hall or asking the Sword Pavilion?

In the hall on the first floor, a dignitary raised his head and suddenly said loudly: "Ye Gongzi, the opening of the Iron Eagle Hall is auspicious today, you are the junior of the Iron Hall Master, there is no congratulatory gift, it is always a proper ceremony to congratulate the Iron Hall Master with a poem!"

"I heard that Ye Gongzi is well-versed in the past and the present, elegant and elegant, and a congratulatory message, don't you want to come?"

"Today's white-haired immortal dedication to the Lord of the Iron Hall will become a good story!"

"It's better to be happy alone than to be happy, Ye Gongzi, the right is to help everyone, come to one. ”

"Ye Gongzi, come one, don't just stand. ”

Everyone cheered, and by the end, the taste had completely changed.

Behind Ye Changsheng, Feng Dabao was furious, his eyes were red, and his fists were clenched tightly.

What do you think of my son-in-law, Singer?!

Feng Dabao was so angry that he was about to rush over, but was stopped by Tian Wenxiu.

Tian Wenxiu's eyes were filled with anger, and he said gloomily: "Don't be impulsive, the son has his own plans." ”

Since ancient times, the lord has humiliated his ministers to death, and even he is still angry, not to mention Feng Dabao, who has three generations of kindness with the Ye family and has a pure heart?

It's just that if they flip the table here, they may be able to get away with it for a while, but they will also leave a notoriety for the Ye family and Gongzi for being unruly.

It is even more undesirable to be angry and embarrassed, which will only make the world think that the son lacks wisdom and skill.

There are too many discords between the powerful, if you don't agree and flip the table, then it's not messed up?

If Childe wants to ask the sword world, and if Childe wants to find a way out of this filthy world, he must pass this level.

Tian Wenxiu was annoyed, and only hated that he was not capable enough to share his son's worries.

He can only hope that Childe can make a surprise move and get out of the current dilemma with dignity.

In the midst of the commotion, on the high platform, Ye Changsheng had silver hair and a shawl, standing as tall as a javelin, and his deep eyes overlooked everyone.

The corners of his cold mouth slowly hooked a smile, slowly pulled out his sword, and sang loudly:

Young chivalry, befriended by Wuduxiong.

Liver and gallbladder holes, hair shrugging.

In the conversation, life and death are the same.

Yinuo,

A thousand gold!

Ye Changsheng sang, the dragon-like sword roar, and the clear voice were intertwined and echoed in the small building.

Everyone fell silent, and I have to say that the song "Young Chivalry" by the Northern Sect Maniac was performed impassionedly by Ye Changsheng, which made people's blood boil.

A young chivalrous man who sees death as if he were at home and makes a promise to a thousand gold, jumped in everyone's minds.

However, what made them even more shocked was that on the sword rack on the first floor, all the long swords began to tremble!

As Ye Changsheng chanted, the tremor of the long sword became louder and louder, as if thousands of silver dragons were resurrected, and at the same time the sound of a dragon groan.

Suddenly, Ye Changsheng's voice became even more high-pitched and passionate, and the sound penetrated the golden stone and resounded to curb the clouds.

Don't ask for long tassels, tie the Tianjiao seeds.

Sword - roar - west - wind!

Rumble!

In an instant, all the long swords on the sword rack exploded!

Countless flickering fragments flew in the air, interweaving blurred light and shadow.

Time froze in this moment.

Everyone forgot the danger, forgot the shock, and stared at this glimpsed world with wide eyes and dazzle, as if they wanted to imprint this breathtaking scene in their minds.

The beauty of this world, all the beauty of this world, is ephemeral after all.

Jingle bell.

The stars rained down, and shiny shards fell to the ground, bouncing on the marble floor with a crisp sound.

At the first time of the big dream, everyone was stunned, and it was only at this time that they let out a belated exclamation.

Feng Dabao and Tian Wenxiu were so excited that they trembled all over, and they couldn't help themselves, looking at the back of their son, they were shocked!

They didn't know why those swords broke into pieces, and it was because they didn't know that they felt even more unpredictable.

The sword roars in the west wind, isn't the Iron Eagle Hall just west of Lu'an County?

Childe used a poem to smash the field of Tieying Hall quietly, and this slap was hard and skillful.

Ye Changsheng put the sword into the sheath and smiled faintly: "Let's go." ”

Everyone was silent, watching Ye Changsheng walk down the stairs in a daze, stepping on the debris shining all over the ground, as if walking on the surface of a sparkling lake.

The shopkeeper and the guys of the Iron Eagle Hall were like mourners, angry, dazed, and at a loss.

Tie Yun's face was blue and hideous, his broad cheeks twitched, and his eyes were burning with rage.

Seeing that Ye Changsheng was about to walk out of the door, he suddenly shouted angrily: "Stop!"