Just when the chatter in the crowd was getting quieter and no one was dwelling anymore, a slightly dissatisfied voice suddenly sounded high and out of place.

"How can this work! Just now we bet on which sword monarch is presiding over this sword meeting, since it is Xilu Ju Sword Monarch who is here, then I have to get back the one hundred taels of silver that I pressed Xilu Sword Monarch before?"

The voice fell, and someone in the crowd immediately shouted: "Fart, if you lose, you lose, where is there a reason to take it back, since the place where the lake is opened is in the east, it is natural that the east wins!"

"No, no, when the village was opened, it was clearly said that the sword monarch was pressed, not the location of the lake!"

Another person was indignant.

The voice fell, and someone echoed: "Yes, Lao Tzu remembered, Lao Tzu pressed the Xilu Ju Jianjun!

"Hahaha, that's it! I also remembered, it seems that God still has eyes, you can see for yourself, whether it is the Xilu Sword Monarch or the East Lu Sword Monarch who is presiding over the sword meeting! You, pay back the money!"

A young swordsman looked at the strong man next to him who had won his money with an unkind face as he spoke.

The strong man glared at him, and snorted coldly: "If you win, you win, you don't care what he does, he wants money, you go to the one who opened the village, and you want to get the money back into Lao Tzu's pocket?"

"That's it, the one who opened the village didn't make it clear, you guys go to him for a theory!"

"Huh, what about the person who opened the bank?"

"Huh, I remember Fang was still here......

"I don't care, whoever takes my money will spit it out for me!"

"Yes, you hurry up and pay back the money! This gambling game is invalid, and it is good if you don't lose money!"

"Hmph! Winning is winning and losing is losing, how can it be invalidated? Since it is the matter of the Xilu Sword Monarch, it is naturally the old man who has won! You not only have to give money, but you also have to lose money!"

"Lose money, okay, old horseman, you can come and try it if you have the ability!"

"The surname is Chen, don't think that the old man is afraid of you! Either give money today, or go sideways to Wushan!"

......

Just as everyone was arguing and about to start talking, the voice that first mentioned it came out of the crowd again, but this time he shouted in a different position and tone.

"Phew, you want money to go to Wushan, who let them change people temporarily, obviously the lake opened in the east, but there is a Xilu Jianjun to preside over what's going on? Anyway, we're right to press Donglu, you can't find the theory of sitting in the village, so you go to Jianjun to go, this is their broken rules, what's the use of looking for us!"

Looking for Sword King?

Suddenly, the noisy voice was much quieter, and although those who were unwilling to lose money did not dare to blatantly ask for trouble with Jianjun, they looked at the Ju Jianjun in the field with a little dissatisfaction and questioning in their eyes.

At this time, the smile on the face of Ju Jianjun, who had not spoken, gradually disappeared, and she had already heard the voice that deliberately caused trouble, but there were hundreds of people around this sword pool, if someone really wanted to hide it, it would be difficult for Rao is cultivation to be as profound as she would find it out of the crowd.

When Gan Xin, who was not far away, heard the voice of this person, her pretty face immediately sank, and after a long time, she gritted her teeth and said hatefully: "Wang Ba, who has been hiding for so many days, has finally shown his head." ”

Zhang Ping, who was beside her, was also a little curious, but she couldn't remember who this somewhat familiar voice was for a while, so she asked, "Miss, do you know this person?"

Gan Xin's gaze slowly swept through the surrounding crowd, but he didn't find anything, and snorted coldly: "Who else can there be besides the surname Wang." ”

Zhou Wei frowned when he heard this, and wondered: "Wang Shen, why did he deliberately embarrass Wushan Sword Monarch......

Gan Xin thought about it and shook his head and said, "The ghost knows what he is going to do, hmph, I want to see what kind of medicine he sells in this gourd." ”

As Gan Xin expected, it was Wang Shen who was hiding in the crowd after quietly climbing out of the sword pool, and those Jianghu guests saw that someone dared to choke with Wushan Jianjun, and they all had confidence in their hearts, especially those who lost the bet inexplicably, although they didn't dare to go forward directly and scold Jianjun, but the complaints and discussions below were getting heavier and heavier.

In the end, before the Ju Jianjun could speak, an elderly Wushan Jianxiu in the crowd couldn't listen to it anymore, and snorted heavily: "It's your business to win or lose your gambling money, don't bring this pickled qi to the mountain, if anyone is not convinced, just come forward to theorize." ”

As soon as the words fell, several Wushan sword cultivators appeared around and stood up, looking at the people in front of them with unkind eyes.

"Hmph, if you want to compare, you have to let the bamboo sword king who is a shrinking turtle come out, he is unruly first, and he should come out to theorize. ”

There were people in the crowd who made accusations, and this was said very seriously, even Ju Jianjun, who had been expressionless, sank his face, and when she followed the sound and found that there was a figure in the direction she was paying attention to and disappeared in a flash, a fierce sword intent suddenly erupted from her body.

At this moment, a man in a green shirt with a long sword suddenly appeared next to Ju Jianjun, the two glanced at each other, and the sword intent on Ju Jianjun's body pressed back, and the Qingshan swordsman bowed to him, and then said to everyone: "The family teacher is in retreat at a critical juncture, if you want to theorize, just come forward, and take it all over as a substitute for the family teacher." ”

As soon as these words came out, there was a lot less discussion in the crowd, and everyone turned their eyes to the person who spoke, this person was dressed in light cyan pigmented clothes, carrying a long sword, with a calm bearing, looking only about thirty years old, and he was also considered a young person among the Wushan sword cultivators, but the sword intent revealed from him made everyone frightened.

However, the Wushan Sword Opening Meeting was the earliest of the sword cultivation in the mountain to confirm each other's sword and learn from each other, and over time, with the fame of Wushan, there are more and more swordsmen under the mountain who came to observe this day, although the opening of the sword meeting this time was unexpected by everyone, but since someone stood up, the participants began to secretly measure their strength.

Not long after it was quiet, a thin monkey-like middle-aged man jumped out of the crowd with a smile and said to the green-shirted swordsman, "Are you the disciple of the Bamboo Sword King?"

"Not bad. ”

"Very good, if you lose, will you be responsible for paying back the money?"

"Wushan only has swords, no money. ”

"Makes sense, but your sword is good, if you lose, give me the sword?"

"Yes. ”

"Hahaha, refreshing, worthy of being a disciple of the Sword Monarch. ”

As soon as the laughter fell, I saw the middle-aged man's figure roar out, and just as he was close to the opponent's father-in-law, the hands that were empty on his chest suddenly appeared, and two cold lights stabbed at the opponent's chest, one left and one right.

And the green-shirted swordsman was also an ordinary person, just when the cold light flashed in the opponent's hand, he floated back on tiptoe, and at the same time only heard a sword sound, and the long sword behind his back automatically unsheathed and turned into a rainbow light and slashed obliquely towards the opponent.

The middle-aged man's face was pale, and a pair of short swords in his hand hurriedly withdrew in front of him, but at this time, the retreating Qingshan swordsman paused, retreated into an attack, and his right hand took the sheath long sword, and the sword light flashed, and the blade like a spiritual snake changed direction and stabbed obliquely again.

"Bell!"

The middle-aged man's reaction was also very fast, before the sword light came, the sword in his hand had been crossed left and right, and the opponent's long sword was directly stabbed, when the three sword lights intersected, the middle-aged man's mouth showed a strange smile, and then he turned his hands over, and the sword in his hand was like a twisted scissors to clamp the opponent's long sword and press it to the ground.

The move of cutting these two swords is the essence of his swordsmanship, as long as the opponent's blade is entangled by his two swords at the same time, if there is no vitality cultivation far beyond his vitality, he will not want to break free again.

However, just when the long sword in his hand was entangled by the opponent and pressed to the ground, the Qingshan swordsman actually let go of his hand, and then slapped his palm against the hilt of the sword, and the long sword that was caught by the sword turned in a big circle and slashed towards the arms of the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man suddenly looked shocked, and in a hurry, he divided the two swords in his hands, and his body retreated rapidly, but it was too late at this time, the long sword turned around and returned to the other party's hand, and the other party's body had already leaned up when he withdrew the sword, and between the lightning and flint, a cold sword light was already hanging on his shoulder.