Looking at the figure of Meng Bajiu coming straight away, listening to Guan Shanyue, the pavilion master of the Rain Pavilion, his brows were tightly locked. Next to him were Yan Weike, the first elder who had returned last night, and his wife Luo Jiutian, and further away was Guan Shanyue's nephew Jiang Liuyun.

"What do you say this person wants to do, I heard that Yu Ge had provoked her. Guan Shanyue said coldly.

"The sword eater of the Sword Gate, the purpose is naturally the sword, and we heard that the sword of the Yuge Pavilion was targeted. Luo Jiutian said hatefully, lost the butterfly tail, this old man is a belly of resentment.

"Liuyun shouldn't show the deer's ears to people and harbor his sins. Guan Shanyue sighed and turned her head to glare at Jiang Liuyun.

"Pavilion Master, since the Sword Eater Devil has appeared in Luoyang, there is no reason not to make a move, and it has little to do with whether Liuyun takes the deer ear or not. Even if she didn't get this spirit sword from Liuyun, she would come to the door in person, just like now. Yan Weike pointed outside the pavilion, "It is said that thirteen years ago, this person came to Luoyang, and he ate nineteen spirit swords before leaving, and this time he entered the city, and only ate two." ”

"You mean she still wants to eat?" Guan Shanyue looked worried.

"We heard that Yuge is the first pavilion in Luoyang, and in the name of the sword, she naturally came to us first. What's more, there is a Spring Hall Sword Club today, and it's all swords. Yan Weike said with certainty.

"Isn't she afraid of public wrath?" Guan Shanyue had an extra layer of murderous intent in her chest.

"Another person will definitely be afraid, she, not afraid. "Last night, Yan Weike saw Meng Bajiu's sword, and he was convinced, with such a sword, in Luoyang City, he couldn't think of anything to be afraid of.

The sword cultivation at the peak of Proverbs is no longer something that can be killed by numbers.

A strong enemy is coming.

But the sect is a sect after all.

As long as Tingyu Pavilion still wants to gain a foothold in the cultivation world and wants to open a pavilion in Luoyang City, it must hold the Chuntang Sword Meeting as scheduled. And he must open the door respectfully to welcome the guests, break his teeth, swallow in his stomach, and pray for Meng Bajiu to just come to the door to hang out.

Guan Shanyue has already made up her mind: "The two spirit swords that were eaten, if you don't want them, they will be regarded as ruined and avoid disasters." ”

He even ordered: "All the disciples who listen to the Rain Pavilion must not stop Meng Bajiu, and must respect him as a guest." ”

Although Guan Shanyue is the pavilion master of the Rain Pavilion, he also has difficulties.

If there are tens of millions of disciples in the Sword Gate, then Meng Bajiu can't be so arrogant, and he has to think twice before doing things, but there is only one disciple in each generation of the Sword Gate, and it is passed on from generation to generation.

Meng Bajiu is a lone sword cultivator, he can be full of enthusiasm, he Guan Shanyue is the master of a sect, and he must walk on thin ice.

That's the truth.

"Mr. Nine, please inside. ”

"Mr. Nine, please take a seat. ”

"Mr. Nine, please have tea. In order to show solemnity, Guan Shanyue personally greeted the guests, personally entertained Meng Bajiu, and gave up the most distinguished seat.

It's noon.

The sword meeting was held as scheduled, and seven hundred and thirty-nine sword cultivators participated in the meeting, listening to nearly a thousand disciples of the Yu Pavilion dancing the sword in Your Excellency, the sound of the sword was pleasant, and the sword intent was volleyed.

Meng Bajiu drank three cups of tea and ate a plate of fruit.

Guan Shanyue broke out in a cold sweat, and kept praying in his heart: "Don't have an accident, no matter what, after today's Spring Hall Sword Meeting, the hundred-year reputation of the Yuge Pavilion must not be broken in my hands." ”

During the whole sword meeting, the atmosphere was extremely weird, no one stood up to speak, and everyone pretended to watch the sword dance performance, watching 'concentrate'.

However, under the table, all the sword cultivators quietly wrapped the sword in their hands in their clothes, and sighed in their hearts: "It's just a matter of wrapping a sword on weekdays, this participation in the sword meeting, the sword is wrapped, how can this sword meet?

Jian Xiu, who was sitting on the sixth floor of the attic, was sitting in a precarious position, motionless like a mountain, and some people even simply closed their eyes to recuperate, with a posture that had nothing to do with me, and watched from the wall: "I don't speak, I don't move, the sword is wrapped well, you can't look for my business." ”

The loft is six floors below but the pan has been fried.

"Invite the Sword Eater from the Sword Gate to participate in the Spring Hall Sword Meeting, I'm not mistaken, I heard that Yuge is crazy?"

"Be quiet, I don't want your sword anymore. ”

"I heard that Yuge is not crazy, but it is unlucky to get home, and disaster falls from the sky, I heard that last night alone was eaten two spirit swords, deer ears and butterfly tails. ”

"Hey, there are two more spiritual weapons missing from the sword list. ”

"Looking at today's posture, I heard that Yuge was ready to kneel to finish this Spring Hall Sword Meeting, and his face was really thick. ”

"It's better than torn. ”

"This is called judging the situation, the big husband can bend and stretch, and the sect is not as free and unrestrained as scattered cultivation. ”

The sword cultivators who participated in the meeting guessed that Meng Bajiu would not make trouble today, and listening to Yuge's posture was low enough, and his face was already enough.

The rivers and lakes of the cultivators, the sword, the people who do not kneel and beg for mercy.

In fact, if it weren't for today, Meng Bajiu wouldn't have had any intention of doing anything like this. The sword cultivator of the Four Seas Shenzhou called her a female demon, but she was really not a demon, she just cultivated a different kendo from everyone, and the Tao was different and did not conspire with each other, that's all.

The way to eat the sword.

It is also the Tao.

She even thought about fighting for the title of a sword immortal for the entire sword cultivation world.

She never thought she was wrong.

It's just that the sword cultivators in the whole world don't understand it.

Therefore, Meng Bajiu drank three cups of tea in Tingyu Pavilion, sat for two full hours, smiled seven times, and did not prepare breakfast for Ning Shi for the first time, and missed lunch. This is a very troublesome matter, the consequences are very serious, she may be snubbed by Ning Shi for several days.

Of course.

Meng Bajiu was not idle.

In two hours, she looked at the entire Chuntang Sword Club's swords, and the last sword, according to reason, should be chosen carefully, which represents a sense of ritual, and she can't just eat a handful.

Nine thousand nine sword eaters.

Ride a crane into an immortal.

"I will be the first sword immortal in the Four Seas Divine Prefecture in the past 1,200 years, eat your sword from the Yuge, that is to look up to you, you have to be proud, you can't be resentful. Meng Bajiu's eyes looked at Guan Shanyue, he held a sword in his right hand, listening to the Spirit Sword of the Town Pavilion of the Rain Pavilion, listening to the Rain Sword.

"Drunk and lying gods listen to the rain at night. ”

"The taste of this sword must be very good. ”

Guan Shanyue stood under the golden plaque of the first pavilion in Luoyang, the spring breeze was blowing, her heart was very bitter, but her face was as bright as a peach blossom.

Out of the corner of his eye, he looked at Meng Bajiu, and rejoiced in his heart: "Fortunately, there is nothing abnormal, Tingyu Pavilion can finish this Spring Hall Sword Meeting on his knees, but there must be no accidents, Tingyu Pavilion can't come out here, and the invited sword cultivation guests can't come out either." ”

For this.

Guan Shanyue can give up the spirit sword of the sect, he can swallow his anger, and he can turn a blind eye.

The sword will be carried out according to the predetermined process.

After the Thousand People Sword Dance, the Pavilion Master spoke, and at this time, Guan Shanyue naturally couldn't accompany Meng Bajiu, and Jiang Liuyun was asked to stand behind Meng Bajiu without leaving.

The end of the sword dance.

Thousands of swords pointed to the attic, ushering in a burst of applause and cheers, only Ning Shi on the morning bell and dusk drum tower in the distance was grunting with hunger, he was not a cultivator, he couldn't get down such a high building on his own.