Jingle bells, jingle bells!

The copper bell in Cai Zhenhua's hand shook louder and louder, and the sound became more and more urgent.

Buzz, buzz!

The long sword lying on the sword stand, like a silverfish about to turn over, made a subtle trembling sound.

It's just a pity that they just don't break.

Cai Zhenhua's ruddy face oozed fine beads of sweat, and he was secretly anxious.

What's the matter, not a single sword was broken?

Ordinary timpani is to detect the dark damage inside the weapon through the oscillation of the sound wave, because the sound of the weapon with the dark wound will bounce differently.

A skilled swordsmith tests the quality of a weapon through the difference in sound.

And the wooden handle copper bell in Cai Zhenhua's hand is a real magic weapon, and its effect is at least ten times magnified compared to the ordinary timpani bell!

The long swords on the sword frame are all cast from the same mold, so there are the same dark wounds.

Cai Zhenhua found the Assassin Wound, but the sonic attack lost its effect.

Each time the sound wave invaded the sword body, the power would spread rapidly, like a drop of water falling on the surface of the sea, which was quickly absorbed.

I don't believe it anymore, see how long you can hold out!

Cai Zhenhua looked at the sparkling sea of swords, his arm was raised high, and the handbell shook even more.

Zuo Ciyun was nervous for a moment, looked at Ye Changsheng with a calm expression, and then looked at Cai Zhenhua with a dignified face, and couldn't help but relax.

He simply swayed with the ringing of the bell, and there were words in his mouth: Heavenly Spirit, Earth Spirit, two duck pears and one fish, if this is not enough to eat, there is a belly in the back.

Fang Wuxian listened to the meat joke that the little prince didn't know where he learned it, and his cheeks twitched a few times.

Ye Changsheng couldn't help but laugh, pushing the sledgehammer of the wheelchair and quickly lowered his head, his shoulders shrugged.

Zuo Ciyun was already wearing long hair, his eyes were lowered at this time, and his arms were swaying slightly, he really looked like a Taoist priest who did things.

Cai Zhenhua, who was shaking the bell, was ashamed and angry, and glared at Zuo Ciyun viciously.

Cai Zhenhua is difficult to ride a tiger.

Yesterday in front of Yan Ruyi, he swore that he would teach Ye Changsheng a hard lesson, and smashed the sign of the Sword Pavilion.

Unexpectedly, the quality of these swords was so good that he was helpless.

Yan Ruyi's face was no longer good-looking, and the powerful people who watched the excitement were also disappointed, and many people had even looked at the stinky boy who was doing things.

Heavenly Lingling, Earth Lingling, Wang Ba's grandson is about to act, Mo Dongzhang is also Mo Xiwang, the master is talking about you.

Zuo Ciyun raised one hand high, and the wide sleeve slid down, revealing his white arm.

With the swing of that arm, he jumped even harder.

Cai Zhenhua's face had turned the color of pig liver, he gritted his teeth, suddenly urged the spiritual power in his body, and frantically poured into the copper bell in his hand.

Ye Changsheng, who was sitting in a wheelchair, his face changed slightly, and his eyes were full of coldness.

Bastard, he actually tried to use brute force to shatter my sword.

It's a pity that the bell in your hand doesn't recognize you as the master, so how can it be so easy to control?

Ye Changsheng leaned up slightly, and at the moment when the bell infused with spiritual power floated outward, he snorted softly.

Hum!

The short nasal voice turned into a strange sound wave, as fast as lightning, hitting Cai Zhenhua's shaking bell.

The magic weapon handbell, which is ready to go, is like a powder keg that has been ignited, and it explodes.

"Boom!"

The bell shattered into countless pieces and flew in all directions, Cai Zhenhua let out a terrible scream, flew backwards, passed through the dodging crowd, and fell heavily to the ground.

The sleeve was blown off, the arm was dripping with blood, clutching a bare wooden handle, and a face was broken into pockmarks by shards, and blood gushed out.

The audience was dead silent, Yan Ruyi's face was pale, and he looked at Cai Zhenhua helplessly and annoyed.

Even if you can't shatter the sword of the Sword Pavilion, you won't be so embarrassed!

Over there, Fang Wuxian put away the sleeves that were covering in front of the little prince, and the little prince slowly opened his eyes.

Seeing Cai Zhenhua lying on the ground and being blown up, Zuo Ciyun couldn't help laughing: "Niubi, your Taoism is not deep enough, it's better to be a master!"

As he spoke, Zuo Ciyun looked at Ye Changsheng proudly, with a look of invitation.

Ye Changsheng couldn't cry or laugh, and quietly gave a thumbs up to Zuo Ciyun.

Cai Zhenhua was not stunned, but stupid.

This magic weapon, the timpani, was his master's treasure, and when he went out, he secretly stole it from his master.

Cai Zhenhua originally thought that after the display was finished, he would secretly put the handbell back, so unaware.

Unexpectedly, the handbell exploded!

When it's over, there's only one piece of wood left, how do you explain it to the master when you go back?

When he was flustered, he suddenly heard Zuo Ciyun's laughter, and he couldn't help but get angry in his heart, and scolded: "Little bastard, you are all making trouble on the side and destroying my magic weapon!"

Fang Wuxian's eyes revealed a fierce murderous intent, and his thin palm slowly opened.

But seeing the little prince's grinning appearance, Fang Wuxian quickly retracted his murderous aura, and his eyes became chaotic again.

It's rare for the little prince to be so happy, how could he spoil the scenery and spoil the little prince's interest?

Some accounts can be calculated slowly after the fact.

Yan Ruyi couldn't help frowning when he heard Cai Zhenhua's scolding.

Even if that kid is annoying, you're useless in the end.

Yan Ruyi stepped forward with a concerned face, and pretended to be surprised: "Mr. Cai, what's wrong with you, did you encounter something evil?"

Wake up the person in the dream with a word, Cai Zhenhua reacted suddenly, stood up, and said solemnly: "Yes, it's a bit evil, otherwise how could you miss it?"

He looked at Ye Changsheng and said sharply: "Ye Changsheng, you honestly confess, what evil things are mixed in the sword you forged?!"

The magnates suddenly realized, and at the same time looked at Ye Changsheng, their eyes became vigilant.

After all, Mr. Cai is a respected royal swordsmith and a proud protégé of the swordsmith, so he will definitely not say anything.

On the other hand, Ye Changsheng's collusion with the Demon Gate and the cultivation of Demon Skills were once rumored.

It would not be surprising if Ye Changsheng used some kind of evil material when forging the sword.

Ye Changsheng sat calmly in a wheelchair and couldn't help but smile: "Mr. Cai, please pull out the copper piece on your face before you speak?"

Zuo Ciyun couldn't help it for a long time, and when he heard Ye Changsheng's words, he burst out laughing.

The young man's laughter was clear and crisp, which attracted everyone's attention, and they all looked at Cai Zhenhua.

It's okay not to look at it, but when I saw it, many people held back a smile and quickly lowered their heads.

Cai Zhenhua's two eyebrows happen to be nailed with two pieces of copper, and when he stares, it is like an extra pair of eyelashes, flickering, how funny it looks.

In front of everyone's eyes, Cai Zhenhua was so ashamed and angry that he stroked his face with his hand, and the broken copper pieces fell to the ground with a clatter.

The blood was sealed in an instant, and Cai Zhenhua's face was hideous: "Ye Changsheng, if you don't make an explanation today, I promise that your Ye family will not survive today!"