After Lu Weiyang finished speaking, his figure twisted incredibly, and the sword had not yet come out, and the intention had arrived! This scene made the white-clothed folding fan boy standing opposite frown, this, this is the prototype of sword intent? It is not easy to take it! Can't take it! These are the six words that flashed in his mind in an instant, but now in front of everyone's eyes, he can't say no, the so-called arrow has to be sent on the string, just when he was about to shout out, a voice came from outside the door of the private room to interrupt his words, and it also made him feel relieved.

"This Taoist friend, walking outside the Sword Gate of Xia Shu Mountain-Bai Yao, his younger brother Bai is not talented, how offended, can I let this sword come and pick it up?"

Before the person arrived, the sound had arrived, only to see a five-foot-five-inch white-clothed young man at the door of the private room, he flashed the ring on his index finger, which was engraved with the four characters of Shushan Jianmen, and then looked at his appearance, he looked a little similar to the white-clothed folding fan boy, saying that it should be good to be a brother, but the temperament was fundamentally different from his younger brother, a lewd and cunning, a frank and slutty, if the metaphor, he was more like a sword that would rather bend than bend, this should be the legendary atmosphere has become, the capital of the immortals.

Lu Weiyang looked at the people coming at the door, one took the sword upside down, hugged his fist and saluted, the strong man should be respected.

"Walking outside in Xia Wuzhuang Guan-Lu Weiyang, Bai Daoyou, please!"

After speaking, Lu Weiyang also lit up the ring on his index finger and engraved the three words Wuzhuang Guan on it to confirm it.

Everyone present heard the introduction of both sides, and they all gasped, and everything was explained, and it should have been thought of a long time ago, no wonder they could ignore the realm and beat a group of bronze eight products such as beating their sons, and Bai Zizi, who was a silver first product, just let him lose half of the battle.

"Thank you Lu Daoyou, after this sword, can you release your previous suspicions and settle this grudge?"

Sometimes respect is mutual between the two sides, and Bai Xiaoyao is also a fist in return!

"Yes!"

Lu Weiyang answered without thinking about it, and then a sword was being held, and his momentum was rising, and he felt that the opportunity for Gray Iron to break through the ninth grade and rise to the tenth rank appeared.

Bai Xiaoyao looked at Lu Weiyang's momentum, did not dare to slack off, took off the four-foot-high sword box behind him and stood on the ground, opened it, and there were two swords hidden inside, one black and one white, a sword sounded, the white sword was unsheathed for four points, and when he looked at it, he could clearly see that the eight characters were engraved under the sword jaw, exuding a soft light: a humble gentleman, warm as jade.

"Lu Daoyou, the name of this sword is Haoran, the sword blade is three feet, the hilt is three inches and three points, the net weight is nine catties, nine pounds, nine taels and nine coins, and the whole body is made of a whole piece of warm jade hidden in the center of the earth for thousands of years, which can punish all evils in the world. Please advise!"

After introducing the Haoran Sword, Bai Xiaoyao stretched out his right hand to hold the hilt of the sword, and slowly pulled it out, during which a warm air flow flowed all over his body, and his momentum was also rising, and he could finally see his cultivation realm, the second grade of bronze! Faintly, a white dragon composed of sword qi appeared behind him, letting out a silent roar.

Seeing this vision, Lu Weiyang didn't dare to relax, and was even more unwilling to be weak, the wind rose behind him, and a phantom of an ape appeared vaguely, revealing irritable and vicious, roaring at the sword qi white dragon, and then learning to answer in the format of Bai Yao!

"Bai Daoyou, the sword in my hand, the blade of the sword is three feet and seven inches, the hilt is three inches and four points, and the net weight is seven pounds and six taels. Please advise!"

These words clearly told Bai Xiaoyao, the sword in my hand is from the Wuzhuang Guan assembly line, although it is not as good as your sword, but please fight! Understand the meaning, Bai Xiaoyao smiled a little bitterly, if he used Haoran to make a sword, is it a little unfair, and was about to put the sword back into the sword box, when he was suddenly interrupted by Lu Weiyang's words.

"Bai Daoyou, the sword is a friend of you, you can't fight, why should it be sheathed, isn't it a pity?"

Bai Xiaoyao was stunned for a moment, then laughed, held Haoran and sat down cross-legged with his eyes closed, not worried that Lu Weiyang would attack him at this time.

For a while, the aura around Fenglin began to be restless, and they gathered towards the restaurant and flowed to the private room, which was absorbed by Bai Xiaoyao who knelt cross-legged on the ground at the door like a cow's drink, and gradually, formed a wheal in the house, blowing the tables, chairs and benches rattling.

The abnormal movement in the room made Xiaoluo, who was still counting with his eyes closed, scared, but recalling Lu Weiyang's words just now, he was inexplicably relieved.

Poof, a mouthful of blood spurted out, Bai Xiaoyao frowned, his face turned three points white, and his forehead was also covered with a thin layer of cold sweat, Lu Weiyang looked at it, it was not good, it was the aura in his body that was saturated.

I don't know why, although they met for the first time, Lu Weiyang had a good impression of Bai Xiaoyao, he couldn't see death without help, he vented the momentum around him, and he was about to walk to Bai Xiaoyao's side with a sword, but was stopped by Bai Xiaoyao on the way.

"Stinky Daoist, what do you want to do?"

Lu Weiyang's eyes did not contain any emotion, and Bai Zizai, who was in the way, felt a little hairy in his heart.

"If you don't want your brother to have something, get out of the way!"

Bai Zi is insidious and ruthless in this person, hiding a knife in his smile, how to say it, he has the conditions that a bad person should have, but for his brother, he also has the conditions that a good person should have, I don't know if he was frightened away by Lu Weiyang's eyes, or he believed his words and worried about his brother, so he got out of the way.

Lu Weiyang stood beside Bai Xiaoyao, a finger pointed at the center of his eyebrows, and the saturated aura in his body seemed to have found an outlet, converging towards Lu Weiyang's fingers and flowing into his body.

A burst of comfort, Lu Weiyang's face was full of enjoyment, his dantian was endless, not afraid of saturation, it was simply not refusal, if you look inward now, the Chaos Spirit Root is quickly converting the spiritual energy drawn from Bai Xiaoyao's body into spiritual water droplets, dripping into the pond below, the pond that is ninety-nine meters long and wide begins to tremble slightly, and has a tendency to continue to expand.

Slowly, after Lu Weiyang helped absorb the excess aura, Bai Xiaoyao's complexion began to improve, and he was no longer absorbing the aura around him, but he had not woken up from the sitting cross-legged, and his cultivation had not improved, so where did those auras go?

Lu Weiyang looked at Bai Xiaoyao, who was no longer in trouble, let go of the fingers against his forehead, and suddenly, three meters away from them, a middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes appeared out of thin air, this elusive appearance, cultivation should be in the realm of legends, but there is no trace of cultivation around him, so a return to basics!

The middle-aged man in Chinese clothes glanced at Bai Xiaoyao, who was sitting cross-legged, his eyebrows were a little solemn, and when he looked at Lu Weiyang again, he couldn't help but sigh in surprise.

"Like!"

At this time, Wu Chongxun, a three-inch young man hiding in the corner, saw this person, walked towards the middle-aged man in Chinese clothes with some fear, and shouted resignedly.

"Daddy!"

Hearing this title, Lu Weiyang began to carefully look at the middle-aged man in the costume in front of him, this should be his cousin Wu Sansi, seeing that he is five feet four inches tall, he is not handsome, but he has a momentum that only exists in the upper position of the old residence, which can make people subconsciously ignore his appearance, remembering Xiaoluo's words before, in fact, the men who have the blood of the martial arts are not all crooked melons and cracked dates, such as his cousin Wu Sansi in front of him, and then himself, but Lu Weiyang's first impression found that he didn't like this cousin.

Wu Sansi glanced at Wu Chongxun, and knew his son's virtue without thinking about it.

"Look at your eyes flickering, what are you doing, stay aside, go home and clean you up!"

Wu Sansi had just finished training his son, and suddenly another middle-aged man in fancy clothes appeared, glanced at everyone present, and saluted Wu Sansi.

"King Liang Chitose, you are also here, polite!"

"Lord of the Mansion, there is no need to be polite, I have nothing to do, just come over to see the source of the vision just now. ”

Wu Sansi said unhurriedly, and calmly accepted the gift of this Kaifeng Mansion Lord, because he was a member of the Wu family, because he was the nephew of His Majesty today.

Just when Wu Sansi and the mansion master exchanged pleasantries, another vision appeared on Bai Xiaoyao's body, and everyone understood where the aura they had absorbed just now might have gone, only to see a small transparent sword of one inch slowly condensed above his head, beating regularly like a heart.

"Kenshin!"

The people present were stunned, because the sword is the king of soldiers... Okay, I'll admit it, it's because he is handsome with a sword, so there are thousands of sword cultivators in the world, and to put it mildly, at least seven of the ten cultivators walking on the street are sword cultivators.

However, among them, there are very few who can comprehend the sword intent, and they are regarded as geniuses by various sects and families, not to mention the rare comprehension of the sword intent.

"His costume is a disciple of the Shushan Sword Sect, and it seems that there is another peerless sword immortal in this world. ”

When Wu Sansi said this, there was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes, because in recent years, some sects and families have slowly begun to gain momentum, secretly uniting together, and there is a tendency to compete with the imperial court, and now the genius in front of him, Bai Xiaoyao, is a member of the sect, and he is a disciple of the Shushan Sword Sect, so he can't stay, while he has not really grown into a sword immortal, strangle him in the cradle!