"You old man is dizzy, and you still say that I don't know the goods. Li Quan stretched out two fingers and gestured to insert an eye, "If you don't need your eyes, you might as well gouge them out to someone else." If you look closely, is this really just an ordinary scabbard?"

Being ridiculed by a little girl like this, the old man in gray was so angry that he trembled, but his heart was also shaken a little.

Did you really look away?

The old man in gray wanted to take off the scabbard and take a closer look, but as soon as his fingers touched the scabbard, a feeling similar to an electric shock suddenly surged up, making him tremble and numb.

"I'm sorry, this guy has been getting more irritable lately, and he doesn't like strangers touching it very much. Zhong Li apologized and took the initiative to take off the scabbard, but he didn't hand it to the old man in gray, but just held it in his hand for the other party to watch closely.

The gray-clothed old man didn't dare to take the initiative to touch the scabbard anymore, he magnified his perception to the limit, wrapped the entire scabbard tightly, and carefully probed it, but still didn't find anything special about the scabbard.

The old man in gray fell into deep thought.

Although the hidden swords in the house are spiritual, this spirituality is not enough to support them to choose their own masters. Refusing to allow others to contact this kind of thing will generally only happen in the Heaven and Earth Spirit Treasure.

The scabbard didn't let me touch it just now, either this scabbard really had a spirituality that was not weaker than the spirit treasure of heaven and earth, or the other party was pretending to be a ghost and playing some small tricks to deceive himself, wanting to fool himself into admitting defeat.

The old man in gray felt that it should be the latter.

The reason why he judged it this way was because this scabbard was so ordinary, so ordinary that even if he used all his strength, he couldn't perceive the connection between it and the aura of heaven and earth.

In the cognition of the old man in gray, only the "dead things" created by ordinary blacksmiths would be like this.

"Forgive the old man's clumsy eyes, I really can't see what is unique about this scabbard, why don't you please show the power of this thing, so that the old man can open his eyes, how about it?" The gray-clothed old man said with a smile, made a "please" gesture, and then stepped aside, waiting for Zhong Lidao and his party to make a fool of themselves.

Hearing him say this, Li Quan suddenly jumped up, with excitement on his face: "This is your own request, if there is any loss, we are not responsible!"

"Come, come, lend me your best sword here. Li Quan stretched out his hand to ask for the sword, intending to feed the borrowed sword to the scabbard and eat it, and make the old man angry.

Unexpectedly, her thoughts had been seen through by Zhong Lidao.

"Don't bother. ”

Zhong Lidao felt that now was not the time to grudge with the other party, so he snuffed out Li Quan's bad idea.

He held the end of the scabbard, pointed the sheath at the old man in gray, and then faintly spat out two words - "Draw the sword." ”

"Draw your sword?"

The gray-clothed old man was stunned, although he didn't understand what Zhong Lidao wanted to do, but he saw that this little kid who couldn't perceive any cultivation was the core of this group of people, so he still did it.

The gray-clothed old man casually took a sword from the shelf, held the scabbard in one hand and the hilt in the other, took a deep breath, and then pulled it out violently.

"How so!"

The gray-clothed old man felt that the scabbard and the hilt in his hand seemed to be cast into one, and no matter how hard he used, he couldn't pull out half an inch.

Could it be that after not using it for a long time, the sword body rusted and died in the sheath?

No!

This is the sword that was created, and this is never going to happen!

The old man in gray put the sword in his hand back on the shelf, replaced it again, and tried his strength again, but he still couldn't pull the sword out of its sheath.

What's going on?

The old man in gray didn't care whether his posture was elegant or not, he clamped the scabbard between his ribs and held the hilt of the sword with his right hand in order to exert more strength.

"Give, I, out, sheath—"

The old man in gray squeezed out from between his teeth word by word, and the green tendons on his forehead were constantly beating.

Suddenly, a faint emotion came from the sword in his hand and passed all the way into his heart.

Afraid!

The sword in his hand is actually afraid of being unsheathed!

It seems that Zhong Lidao is not just a scabbard in his hand, but a domineering emperor who holds the power of life and death, and the long sword in the house is just a group of flat-headed ordinary people, who will never dare to face it with a blade.

"Buzz—"

All the swords vibrated at an extremely low frequency, as if they were bowing to the scabbard as a sign of submission.

The old man in gray didn't believe in evil, and slapped the mechanism on the cabinet and turned out a dark grid.

What is placed in the dark compartment is a magic weapon long sword of one rank and one grade.

However, this sword is no different from other long swords, and even because its spirituality is higher than other long swords, the sword body trembles even more, and the old man in gray can clearly feel the state of the sword body in this sheath just by holding it in his hand.

"Alas—I didn't expect that the old man was not only deaf, but also blind. The gray-clothed old man sighed, put a few swords back in place, and said with a lost face, "It's me who lost, take those three water-attribute long swords." ”

Li Quan grinned and held the three swords in his arms, and was about to tease the old man in gray a few more words, but saw the old man in gray suddenly stretch out two fingers and thrust them into his own eyes.

Seeing that the old man in gray was about to self-harm on the spot, he suddenly heard a "snap", and a fist-sized red fireball suddenly exploded on the old man's face, burning his beard and hair all over his face into pitch black.

The next moment, a cold voice sounded from outside the door: "Fubo, you want to harm yourself, with my consent?"

"Young master!" the gray-clothed old man didn't care about wiping the black ash off his face, and hurriedly knelt on the ground, "The old man is useless for this pair of eyes, causing the young master to lose three sharp swords in vain, rather than keeping them, it's better to scrap them, I beg the young master to permission!"

"Fifty years ago, you forcibly kept those traitors without my permission, and then you were outnumbered and defeated. At that time, I wanted to expel you from the court, but you were willing to destroy your ears to show your loyalty, so I agreed to let you stay. Now, you let people in privately, and after the bet, you lost the three swords of 'Chasing Frost', 'Yuehua' and 'Qingliu', that's it, and then you actually want to take advantage of my absence, vainly trying to get away with your eyes, such a servant who has no respect for the lord, what is the use of me staying?" The voice said this, paused, and then continued, "From now on, you are no longer the person of my Sword Pavilion, the world is so big, you can go wherever you want." ”

"Young Master—"

The old man in gray wanted to say something more, but was ruthlessly interrupted by the other party.

"I've made up my mind, you don't have to say more!"

The old man in gray saw that he couldn't change his master's mind, so he had to kowtow respectfully a few times, and then raised his head, and he was already in tears.