Above the stage, for a while, the eight immortals crossed the sea to show their magical powers.

Liu Xingxian, who was on the fourth floor, gathered his long arms with his true qi and grabbed the hydrangea.

Before half of the retraction, a concussive energy from downstairs flew diagonally, breaking up the "long arm".

"Brother Jiang just spent a lot of money for everyone, it seems that he is bound to win?"

A long laugh came from another table on the fourth floor.

Before the words dissipated, a thick true qi had already rushed out, dissipating the shock.

At this time, there were only seven people left who participated in the robbery, and the cultivation was all above the Pure Realm.

Hydrangeas bounce in the air.

There is an unwritten rule in this "game" that participants must not destroy the hydrangea, otherwise it will be the most decent.

Because of this, the seven people only dared to be tricky, and did not dare to exert more force.

The scorching stalemate continues.

A sword qi flew diagonally, shattered by the shock wave.

The hydrangea rolled away and fell straight to the right wing.

This has happened twice before, and everyone is interested, and nothing happens.

However, this time it was different.

When Lu Yunshi, who had been secretly gazing at the wind for a long time, saw the texture on the ball bread brocade again, the impulse in his heart finally couldn't be suppressed.

[Since I was present, why can't I ......]

The Seven True Qi is still entangled.

The Mixed Vitality Ghost made the god vomit, and it became the eighth force that no one expected in the field, bringing the hydrangea into his hands.

It's game over.

When the hydrangea was held by his own hands, Lu Yunshi looked at the beautiful figure standing on the stage, and the whole person seemed to be bathed in fire, filled with heat from the inside out.

But the silence was like a bucket of ice water, and it was about to pour him cold.

All the eyes of Mingyue Tower were all looking at the third seat on the third floor of the right wing building at this time.

Yuan and Yan chuckled in their hearts.

"Who am I, and my hands and feet do not obey the call."

A voice rose from the third floor of the autonomous building.

"Isn't this Lu San, the major general of the Zhenguo General's family?"

This is full of sarcasm.

Lu Yunshi is the head of the Lu family, but there are two cousins above.

Hong Fan followed the prestige.

The speaker, dressed in a dark brocade robe, sat in the middle of the third floor, looking twenty-two or three years old.

Lu Yunshi did not reply.

He knew he had poked the hole, but the others clearly didn't intend to be considerate.

"If I'm not mistaken, you didn't give any gifts at this table, why are you embarrassed to participate?"

Xuanyi Gongzi mocked.

"Lu San, if I were you, you should be careful to hide, lest your shabby smell taint this grand event."

Words are like knives, piercing the heart.

"Jiang Wenbai!"

Lu Yunshi snorted, already furious.

However, on the other side of the main building, no one cared about his pig-liver-like face.

"Don't be angry, why did we know each other since we were young."

Jiang Wenbai's face was full of smiles.

"I'm going to make up a flower basket for everyone now, others don't know, I just have nothing to say."

At this time, Lu Yunshi only felt that the hydrangea in his hand was as hot as coals.

He looked down silently, and saw a red dress looking over.

Oiran's eyes were swirling, as if he was expecting and worried.

In Hong Fan's view, this is obviously the basic skill of a dusty woman - if you can't sweep it at a glance and make everyone on the street feel affectionate, how can you be worthy of being an oiran?

Glancing at each other, Lu Yunshi was already half-dazed.

But he's not the same person he was when he was younger.

The family is ruined, and the father is difficult to persuade to gamble.

How could he not understand the difficult situation of the Lu Mansion to maintain, the truth that money is hard to make and is hard to eat?

If it weren't for the excuse of thanking Hong Fan for saving his life, he wouldn't have spent the eighty taels on the table in Mingyue Building......

Looking at Lu Yunshi's torment, Jiang Wenbai laughed out loud.

He got up leisurely, jumped down the third floor, and landed in the middle of the stage.

"You picked up everyone's hydrangea, according to the rules, I have nothing to say."

Jiang Wenbai raised his voice and said.

He had a long sword hanging from his left waist, swallowing it in a hollowed-out scabbard, the blade geaming.

"But you have to know that the name of today's head of the meeting is cast with three hundred catties of silver!"

"I'm not the only one who doesn't take advantage of this by letting the iron rooster take advantage of it."

Jiang Wenbai drank loudly, looked around the Mingyue Tower, and sure enough, he was approved by most of the people.

"The matter has come to this, it is better to follow the old rules and let's fight."

"You lose, give me the hydrangea."

"You won, this broken iron for you."

"How?"

The voice turned around in the Mingyue Building, bringing an echo.

The wind has silently retreated from the stage.

The eyes of the audience were on Lu Yunshi's face like bayonets, and he couldn't help it.

"It's up to you."

Lu Yunshi squeezed out three words from between his teeth.

Jiang Wenbai's sword was called Broken Iron, and it was a third-grade (Xuan-level) sword purchased with five hundred taels of gold, which he recognized.

Dahua blades are divided into four grades.

The fourth product is similar to the white plague before Hong Fan, but it is nothing more than stronger, sharper, and stronger than the weapons that do not enter the stream, and there is no fundamental difference.

So there were two bloody battles, and the White Plague was still broken.

But from the third rank onwards, each blade can circulate true qi and gain the martial arts of the main soldier.

"Rainforest, lend me a knife."

Lu Yunshi slowly got up, stared at the streamer edge of the broken iron, and said.

Hong Fan frowned slightly.

He knew that Master Lu Yun practiced the "Wuxiang Mixed Yuan Canon", and he was the best at punching and kicking, even if he was chewing bones, he was fighting the enemy empty-handed.

The stage was emptied, leaving only the two facing each other.

The broken iron shapes the true qi, revealing a three-foot sword.

Lu Yunshi was obviously cautious.

Jiang Wenbai took the lead in attacking.

His speed is very fast, judging by Hong Fan's eyesight, he is about the six-vein cultivation of the Pure Realm realm, and his hard power is similar to that of Wu Ruyi.

But as soon as he fought, Lu Yunshi, who was in the realm of Xiao Wuxiao, fell behind.

Without him, the Xuan-level sword is really sharp.

Jiang Wenbai practiced the family biography "Earthquake and Famine Classic", and his true qi was transformed into an air blade through broken iron, and there were bursts of buzzing.

Hong Fan remembered the conceptual weapon of his previous life, the high-frequency knife.

No matter how good the material is, the microstructure cannot be completely uniform.

When high-frequency vibrations are applied, the local amplitude of the uneven parts of the material will be slightly different from the surrounding ones.

If the energy of a high-frequency weapon is high enough, it can instantly cause the accumulation of small uneven vibrations to reach fatigue, and then superimpose the cutting effect of the weapon itself, and it is only ordinary to cut gold and iron.

The battle on stage quickly passed three rounds.

Hong Fan frowned.

The combat moves of both warring sides are so flashy that there are a lot of useless, procrastinating elements.

This was completely different from the Lu Yunshi he had seen on Qifeng Mountain.

Because of this, the situation is becoming more and more one-sided.

One side wields an unstoppable sword in a wide open and closed posture.

The other side's best chance of winning is naturally to abandon all cumbersome and cumbersome, in order to seize the gap and win with one blow......

There was a bang.

The broken iron easily cut the steel knife in Lu Yunshi's hand, as if cutting paper.

"The winner is decided."

Jiang Wenbai said proudly.

"You can't use this knife, buy a good one next time."

Lu Yunshi didn't reply, and bent down to pick up the broken blade, his fingers shaking.

"Lu San, I heard that you became a horseman"

Jiang Wenbai stood aside, his words becoming more and more unbridled.

"I'm not a person all the way, and everyone doesn't bother to mention you on weekdays."

"But today, you just want to come to a field like Mingyue Tower......"

"Times are different."

"What we play, can you, the young general, afford to play?"

He squinted at Lu Yunshi and asked with a smile.

(End of chapter)