The old monk took the remnant sun knife with his hand, and at first he felt that it was quite heavy to start, but after a while, he got used to it. There were some smiles in his eyes, but this smile stopped for a long time, his eyebrows had condensed into a small Sichuan character, he came over for a while, his thumb and middle finger buckled together, and he flicked it lightly on the back of the knife, only to see that the knife, "rattle" broke into two sections. The old monk said: "This knife is against the master, unknown, and it is best to destroy it." That Qin Dazhong wailed loudly: "My knife, fainted." Everyone thought he was heartbroken and fainted, but in fact, his knife was destroyed by this old monk, and there was only one way to choose, that is, to challenge the old monk to a way, which was undoubtedly self-inflicted, so pretending to be dizzy was the best way.

Suddenly, there were two men and a woman in the crowd talking about something quietly, and the slightly younger man said: "Yes, he is right, Qin Dazhong's knife is extremely heavy, although it is made of mortal iron, but it has been exercised in the furnace for three days and three nights, when this knife is baked, there will be a kind of evil spirit, plus Qin Dazhong has killed countless people in his life, this knife has drunk human blood, and the anger is heavier, Qin Dazhong wears it on his body, he will definitely be repulsed by the anger of this knife, and he will go crazy, and the consequences will be unimaginable, and the master of Jiuwu will destroy it." The woman said, "Brother Yun, is this Qin Dazhong really heartbroken and fainted?" The older man said: "Brother and sister, you are wrong, he is pretending to be dizzy, just to save his life." The woman shook her head, still not understanding. The young man said: "Xiu'er, do you think about the time when your master and Shentong fought in Shaomu Mountain, and in the end the sneak attack failed, why did he faint?" The woman said: "I understand, his sword was destroyed by Master Jiuwu, unless he only challenges Master Jiuwu to save his face, it is undoubtedly self-defeating to pretend to be stunned to save his life, right?" The two men nodded. Keep looking ahead. That's right, these three people are Yiyun, Zhang Lingxiu, and Ren Fu who came to watch, and that old monk is the abbot patriarch of Shaolin Temple who has lived for more than a hundred years, Jiuwu.

At this time, the sound on the field was already like thunder, and it dispersed, and someone said: "That Shangguan Jun's Flying Tiger Knife is a famous knife, we have all seen it, but it is really as sharp as clay." It's a pity that he didn't make it into the top ten famous knives. Another humanitarian: "Qin Dazhong's remnant sun knife is also perfect, and it is the heaviest knife in today's martial arts, and it is not selected among the top ten famous knives, and the knife has been destroyed, which is sad and lamentable." Everyone was taking the name for the sword, and the two of them felt sorry for his time, but no one questioned his judgment. Because they know that it is impossible for Jiuwu to favor anyone, he is the most just.

Jiuwu threw it with squinted eyes, but said in his mouth: "Now these ten famous knives have been flattened out of seven." The remaining three are the top three famous swords in today's martial arts. If it weren't for my apprentice grandson, I would have to comment on the ten famous swords of Lao Shizi of the Central Plains Martial Arts, I really didn't want to come here at all, and Ren Xiong of the Nine Tyrant Sword Village was the owner, not to mention how many famous knives there were in his Zhuangzi. Just talking about his amazing sword skills also made everyone present in our door feel ashamed, but it's a pity that he sealed the knife three years ago. Wash your hands in the golden basin and retire to the rivers and lakes, otherwise there will be no need to engage in this so-called knife conference. That Ren Fu saw Jiuwu praising his master like this, and he couldn't help but show a smug smile on the corner of his mouth.

Yiyun said: "This Nine Enlightenment Master is still the same, and his temper has not changed at all. Seeing that the crowd was talking, Jiuwu inadvertently glanced at Yiyun's side, although Yiyun changed his outfit and changed his appearance, but Jiuwu's old spicy and vicious eyes recognized Yiyun at a glance, and was about to shout Yiyun's name, only to see Yiyun erect his index finger and put it on his lips. made a silent gesture to Jiuwu, and Jiuwu immediately understood that Yiyun didn't want to reveal his identity now, so he was silent, as if he hadn't seen anything, and continued to squint at everyone.

At this moment, a few crisp bells came from afar, for Jiuwu, it was so familiar, his eyes suddenly opened, his eyes were bulging, and he whispered: "Is he here to imitate?" ”

Someone said: "It's really the King of Bell Blades, Jin Fei." There was an uproar. Yiyun was confused, and asked Ren Fu beside him: "Brother Ren Fu, who is this Bell Sword King, Jin Fei?" Ren Fu asked: "Your father, the One-Armed Sword King, actually didn't mention the name of the Bell Sword King Jin Fei to you?" Ren Fu said: "This bell knife king, calculated this year is about sixty years old, he met Jiuwu when he was a teenager, the two have similar interests, just sit on the ground and the two form a friendship, the bell knife king Jin Fei his internal strength is not to mention that he also knows, his Hanbi treasure knife has a lot of bells on it, when fighting, the bell makes a strange sound, which can disturb the opponent's mind, so that he can slaughter the enemy who died in his hands is not two hundred but also one hundred and eighteen. Later, the first master of the Demon Sect, Nie Lidi, fought in the desert, according to legend, the two were fighting, and then suddenly the yellow sand swept towards the two of them, it was a sandstorm, how could the two of them resist the sandstorm no matter how high their martial arts were, and they were buried alive. It's just that how can he miraculously come back to life now?" Yiyun then understood, and suddenly had infinite respect for this Bell Sword King. The sound of the horse's hooves gradually stopped, the sound of the bell gradually subsided, and what appeared in front of everyone was an old man over half a hundred years old, although his hair was not white, but it had become gray, but his temples were completely white. Although there are few wrinkles on his face, it gives people a sense of vicissitudes, he has experienced a lot of things, if he didn't die in that sandstorm, what made him live in seclusion for decades and didn't ask about the affairs of the rivers and lakes, why is he here here now?

Jiuwu's hands trembled, with tears in his eyes, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Brother Jin Fei, you are not dead." That Jin Fei said: "You old monk, how can I die if you don't die, are you deliberately cursing me to die?" (To be continued......)