In the main hall, the banquet continued, some people's interest became more and more high, and some people's interest plummeted.

In the guest seats, everyone's gaze at Ye Changsheng had already changed subtly.

The Principality of Yunlong, a number of figures who have been in the limelight in recent years, Ye Changsheng is unsurpassed.

If he was just a sword-forging master, even if he was the youngest sword-forging master in the history of the Federation, Ye Changsheng's weight in the eyes of everyone was nothing more than that of a craftsman.

However, as a cultivation genius with extraordinary strength, it was different.

In the past, everyone thought that the Yunlong people touted Ye Changsheng's cultivation talent and Ye Changsheng's strength, which was just the icing on the cake, which was somewhat exaggerated.

However, what they saw today convinced them that Ye Changsheng's strength was even more powerful than the rumors!

The consequences of offending a swordsmith are not serious, but if you offend a cultivation genius with infinite potential, it is tantamount to hanging a sharp sword over one's head.

No one knows when this sword will fall, and even if this sword will not fall, who wants to be afraid all year round, and even watch out day and night?

You must know that Ye Changsheng is only sixteen years old this year, and his life is still very long, very long.

Those who have already offended Ye Changsheng can only hope that Ye Changsheng will die soon, preferably in a few days, in the hands of the Meng Mastiff.

Originally, they were very optimistic about this, but seeing the solemn and thoughtful expression of the mastiff in the guest seat, they were not so sure.

Late at night, the banquet ended, and Ye Changsheng, escorted by the royal guards, returned to the residence of Wenjian Hall.

Soaking in the hot hot pool, the smell of wine in his body slowly dissipated, and Ye Changsheng closed his eyes comfortably.

At the banquet today, he transferred the swordsmanship of "strangulation" to the spiritual power blade, although the effect was a little worse, but it was successful.

If it weren't for that, Bai Yu wouldn't have gotten caught the Tao and was subdued by him with one move.

The reason why Changsheng had a whim was also inspired by "freehand".

As long as the "meaning" arrives, then whether it is a pen or a sword, it is nothing more than a medium to present the "meaning".

Confucianism advocates that "a gentleman is not a weapon", and a gentleman cannot be confined to just one form, which is actually one of the realms of "freehand" practice.

A person who only does a song and a person who is a instrument is narrow-minded after all.

"Maybe I should practice more and integrate Izumo's sword intent into the movements of my hands. Ye Changsheng thought in his heart, full of expectations.

All along, his cultivation has never left the sword, and he has never practiced any fist and palm techniques, and in terms of hand-to-hand combat, it is tantamount to a short board.

But if you can completely transfer the sword intent to your hand, then you can make up for this shortcoming.

In this way, there is no need for him to specialize in practicing fist and palm techniques.

This is a good way to be lazy, Ye Changsheng leaned on the edge of the pool, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook a smile.

The Izumo Sword Intent is the first sword intent he comprehended, and it comes from the Taoist mastery "Izumo Nine Swords".

When his sword intent was first formed, he used to use one finger to bring out the sword intent, but it was just casual, so Changsheng never studied the meaning of this in detail.

However, this time is different from the past, in a few days, he will face the extremely powerful Eight King Kong Mastiffs of the Huoyun Temple, and it is always good to be able to master some more means.

Coming out of the pool, Ye Changsheng changed into loose clothes, and after entering the room, he entered the Ura Realm.

After meditating for a while, his thoughts were clear, he walked out of the Zara Realm, his mind moved again, and his soul was projected into the true martial space of the three-layer floating slaughter.

Choosing a seventh-level sword sparring partner, Ye Changsheng strode up to meet him.

The seventh-level sword posture is neither high nor low, the opponent is not too strong, and at the same time, it also maintains a certain pressure on him, and it is best to use it to practice.

Unconsciously, four days passed in a flash, and for the outside world, it was only one night.

Ye Changsheng withdrew from the True Martial Space again, crossed his knees for a moment to recuperate, got out of bed and walked out.

As the owner of Wenjiantang, he also has to maintain the necessary sense of existence, and since he is here, he naturally has to show up a few more times.

There was still some time before the opening of the Wenjian Hall, and the guys in the store were busy sweeping inside and out, and when they saw Ye Changsheng's figure, they hurriedly stepped forward and saluted respectfully.

Ye Changsheng had a faint smile on his face, nodded to everyone one by one, and after going up to the second floor, he looked at the Taiji Sword Diagram in the hall condescendingly, and couldn't help but be a little complacent.

When Wenjiantang opened its first branch in Liuhe County, he designed the way to place the sword frame in the hall, and more than two years later, the branch of Wenjiantang also opened in the capital.

The ideal of asking the sword world is still far away and still full of hardships, but as long as he is down-to-earth and forges ahead, he will be realized one day.

At this moment, outside the gate of the Wenjian Hall, an old man in shabby clothes was carrying a package, looking cramped and nervous for a moment, as if he had made up his mind, and then walked towards the gate.

It's a pity that as soon as he stepped on the steps, he was stopped by two guys from the Sword Hall.

Ye Changsheng came down from the second floor, looked at the three people who were pushing, and asked lightly, "What's the matter?"

Before the two men could speak, the old man trembled and knelt on the ground, and said tremblingly: "Uncle Sanchuan, I heard that the old man heard that you like to collect folk treasures, so the old man also wants to try it, and exchange a place in the school palace for my grandson." ”

"Help him up. Ye Changsheng made a gesture, and the two guys hurriedly helped the old man up, one left and one right.

Ye Changsheng glanced at the broken sack behind the old man, and said truthfully: "Old man, the quota in the school palace is full, but if you offer it is really a treasure, I can spend money to buy it." ”

Full?

The old man was a little dumbfounded, with a look of disappointment, and stood there hesitantly.

After a while, he finally took off the sack on his back and said worriedly: "Since Uncle Sanchuan can afford to look at the old decay, then the old decay will dare to let you pass by." ”

The two guys took the sack and respectfully handed it to Ye Changsheng.

Ye Changsheng opened the sack and took out a piece of gray stuff from it, and couldn't help but feel a slight shock in his heart.

The thing in his hand is not only not a treasure, but a tattered to be precise.

This is a handful of clay made of short ge, and half of it is broken, after years of underground corrosion, the surface of the short gee is wrapped in hard stone-like soil, and it naturally glows with some luster.

What interested Ye Changsheng was that above this short ge, there was a deep evil aura!

Ye Changsheng played for a moment, and asked without moving, "Old man, where did you get this thing?"

The old man was very nervous, and instinctively waved his hand and said: "It's not stealing, it's not stealing, it's when there was a big flood last year, the old man picked it up from the bottom of the Zimu Mountain in Dongcheng!"