The fairy sword is suspended in the air, and the spiritual pressure leaks out.

In the Yonghua wing room full of mahogany furniture, Yu Sinian questioned sharply, turning into a fierce beast in anger and roaring in Mu Chen's ear.

Fortunately, Muchen's realm has improved, and he has a clear conscience.

Although the accumulation of aura in his body has not yet reached the limit, he is not as heavy as Yu Sinian, in the face of this kind of indiscriminate questioning, he can also face it with a smile, but his heart is cold.

There will be no crushing of strength between monks in the same realm, so the monks will pursue breakthroughs in other ways to improve their strength, such as immortal weapons, Dao methods, and sword techniques.

"Si Nian, what are you doing!"

"Mu Gongzi, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, this second fool is not in his right mind, don't pay attention to him!"

Youqian hurriedly grabbed Si Nian and apologized to Mu Chen again and again.

"Don't look at my friend's cold face, as if he doesn't care about everything, in fact, he has not been upright since he was a child, and he has excellent cultivation talent, outstanding swordsmanship, and the master of the Liushi Alliance loves him very much, so he can't bear to treat things he is not used to. ”

"He is still a sword idiot, and his personality is exactly the same as the swordsmanship of the Phantom Sword Alliance, right and wrong are clear and tortuous, and he has to be completely and clearly defined. ”

"Of course, I don't doubt the origin of these materials, but I just say that he has a problem with his brain, please don't mind. ”

You Qian stood between Mu Chen and Si Nian, for fear that the two would not agree and start fighting, and then he would lose this transaction, and it would not be easy to receive so many suitable refining materials at once.

Mu Chen's gaze passed through Youqian, and he was also fierce.

For some reason, he seemed to see himself four years ago from Yu Sinian, and at the same time he was stimulated by the fierce spiritual pressure, and the young man's fighting spirit and desire to win were also aroused by him.

In the past four years, if he only competes in swordsmanship, he has never met a peer who is stronger than his own swordsmanship.

Among the eleven senior brothers in the Bamboo Sword Hall, except for the senior brother who has never competed with him, there are ten left, only the seventh senior brother Zhang Weimin's swordsmanship is on par with him, and the two of them have their own wins and losses.

At this moment, when he met a disciple of the Phantom Sword Alliance who specialized in swordsmanship, he was not only dissatisfied, but also excited.

"Yu Gongzi, as a disciple of the Bamboo Sword Hall, I am acting right, sitting upright, please don't speculate based on one-sided evidence alone!"

"Another point, if you say that my realm is low, my aura is weak, and it doesn't matter if I say that my swordsmanship is bad, but you shouldn't say that the swordsmanship of the Bamboo Sword Hall is vain, and there is no need to say that the scattered cultivation is useless!"

"I'm sorry, Prince Youqian, although this has nothing to do with our transaction, it is impossible for the Bamboo Sword Hall to accept the insult of the Phantom Sword Alliance in vain!"

Saying that, Mu Chen waved his hand, and all the refining materials placed on the table on the ground were taken back into the Qiankun bag.

He sacrificed the bamboo sword, and the mellow aura was instantly released from the body, forming a wall of equal momentum around his body.

The aura collided violently, and the porcelain cup trembled and rattled.

The mahogany tea tables around were all scraped out of many sword marks by the wanton splashing of aura, and the spiritual pressure that had just stepped into the refining of qi and transforming the gods was actually comparable to Yu Si Nian, who had been stable in this realm for a year.

Yu Sinian's eyes finally showed a hint of undetectable surprise.

Unexpectedly, his aura was also full of sword intent. ’

'He entered the way with a sword!'

Yu Si Nian continued to enhance his spiritual power, making sword tricks with both hands, and in an instant, the white sword hanging on Si Nian's chest bloomed dazzlingly, like a hibiscus out of the water, graceful and domineering and clear.

Looking at the flow of golden light, the carving on the hilt of the sword is like a star, shining with a deep white glow.

The body and handle of the sword are integrated, like clear water overflowing, calmly soothing, and the blade of the sword is like a cliff standing on the wall, lofty and majestic......

"Ancient Sword, Chunjun!"

Seeing the light of this white sword, Mu Chen shouted out in a lost voice, with more caution and respect in his heart, but this respect was given to the Chunjun Ancient Sword.

Legend has it that Chunjun is the only work created by heaven and man.

In order to cast this fairy sword, the thousand-year-old Chijin Mountain broke out of the tin, and the water of the Ruoye River dried up for thousands of years and came out of copper.

When the sword was cast, Lei Gong struck the iron, Yu Niang was drenched in water, Jiaolong held the furnace, and the Emperor of Heaven loaded charcoal.

Ou Yezi, the ancestor of sword casting, inherited the order of the sky, and worked hard with the gods for ten years, this sword is completed!

After the sword was formed, the gods returned to heaven.

The Chijin Mountain closed as before, the waves of the Ruoye River rose again, and the sword-casting master Ou Yezi also died of exhaustion, and this sword also became a swan song......

"I didn't expect that I would be able to encounter two famous swords in just one week, one of which is a pure jun cast by Master Ou Yezi himself, this time I went down the mountain and really made me gain a lot of knowledge!"

"But whether you, a monk of the Phantom Sword Alliance, are worthy of the Pure Jun Ancient Sword or not, it depends on how well the swordsmanship is!"

Mu Chen shouted, but instead of fighting against the Pure Jun Ancient Sword, he turned around and dissipated his strength with a move in the Bamboo Sword Hall's swordsmanship, attacking it from the other side.

He knew that the forged sword was far from the pure Jun ancient sword, so naturally he couldn't fight hard, and it was not a friendly exchange between the sect masters and brothers at this moment, let alone a pure sword competition.

Fortunately, Mu Chen practiced two kinds of swordsmanship at the same time, and in the face of the swordsmanship of the most yang and strong, all he remembered was the scene of Senior Brother Wei Min fighting with himself with a bamboo sword.

Taking advantage of the lightness and chic of the Bamboo Sword Hall, he swept with a servant step, made a move to swallow the water, and independently backstabbed, making the Taoist swordsmanship Da Kui Xing style easy and smooth, as if Senior Brother Wei Min was possessed, and he dialed a thousand catties in four or two.

Although the weapon is not as good as a person, there are thousands of variations in the swordsmanship, and for a while, it is on par with this Yu Si Nian.

Yu Si Nian missed a move, and accelerated the speed of sword dancing.

He saw that Mu Chen had been competing with a bamboo sword, thinking that he was despising himself, and he was unwilling to sacrifice even a serious fairy sword, and his displeasure was even worse.

The white light flowed rapidly, and Yu Sinian rushed out of the paper window.

The spiritual power compressed, and quickly slashed down the sharp sword qi in mid-air, and the seven swords were horizontal, heading straight for the humble plain-clothed boy who followed the sword flying out!

I saw that the green light was swirling and smooth, and the wind swept the plum blossoms and fell, Mu Chen actually only opened two sword lights in the seventy-seven forty-nine overwhelming sword qi, slashed in a virtual step, and came to Yu Sinian in a blink of an eye.

The corner of the glazed Eight Treasures Pavilion collapsed, the dust and mist flew, and the wooden beams poured down, pressing on the ground with a bang, startling the crowd and attracting everyone to watch.

Yu Sinian snorted coldly, although the green light came in front of him, and the white sword circled in the air for half a circle, it flew directly from behind Mu Chen, running towards the place where the two landed.

Choke!

Turning around and pulling back, the aura splashed, and the bamboo sword collided with the ancient sword Chunjun for the first time!

Mu Chen didn't want to confront it for too long, and after only one collision, cracks had already appeared on the sword body, but he made a false step to intercept it, raising his breath and piercing the sword finger, pointing directly at Yu Sinian's eyebrows!

The bamboo sword leaves the hand, and the light flows.

Mu Chen wanted to end the battle quickly, but it was necessary to use the winning sword moves that his father had taught him.

Looking at Yu Sinian again, although he was broken into close by the bamboo sword, he still calmly mobilized Chunjun to resist, and at this moment, the bamboo sword was suddenly knocked away by it in front of him.