There are many legends of Zifu City, the most well-known of which is that this city was built for the Zifu Emperor of the fairy world, but there is a very strange problem in the legend, that is, the origin of the Zifu Emperor, there is not a single word left.

Millions of years ago, the Sword Domain descended from the Otherworld, sixteen of the thirty-six peaks remained, and the four major sword pavilions became even more dilapidated, and on the vast sword domain, the sword cultivator was either dead or injured, as if he had experienced an extremely terrible disaster, and Zifu City became the core of the entire Sword Domain at that time.

The sword domain came, the world shook, and countless cultivators on the Kunxu Star flocked to find magic weapon resources, and there was a war with the sword domain, and the surviving sword cultivators in the sword domain were killed again.

The legend of Zifu City on the Kunxu Star also began, but tens of thousands of years later, the former sword immortals returned to the fairy world, and the sword domain changed several times, and the scriptures were scattered, so that when the sword cultivators wanted to find the origin of Zifu City, they only learned that this city was built for the Zifu Emperor of the fairy world.

Today's weather is good, the blue sky is clear, the clouds are traveling thousands of miles, and everyone is in a good mood. Under Zhuge Zhi's suggestion, everyone in the Dust Hall decided to take a good look at Zifu City.

Leaving the inn, Zhuge put his hands on his sleeves, showed a kind smile, and held the belly of the rich prime minister, carefully observing the stalls on both sides of the street to see if he could find any rare objects.

Mo Liuli habitually held his flying sword, walking in front with an expressionless face, if he met a peer sword cultivator who was not bad in strength, he would pay more attention to it, thinking about whether it was worth his sword.

Ye Yunlin is a person who likes to be quiet, he doesn't want to go shopping, but he can't stand the pull of everyone, so he follows out, and he didn't find anything that interests him along the way, so he has been making a bitter face. Be one of the most discordant members of this tour.

Murong Chen took Luo Qingqi's hand and introduced her to the origin of the various buildings on both sides of the street, in order to have a good time today, he made a lot of effort. For this reason, Murong Chen specially consulted all kinds of historical materials and classics in Zifu City, wrote down some famous buildings and celebrities in the history of Xiuzhen, and then explained them to Luo Qingqi one by one.

Hearing Murong Chen's introduction and explanation of quoting scriptures and sayings, if he didn't know his origin, everyone would think that this product was the aboriginal of Zifu City. However, when they saw the happiness and adoration on Luo Qingqi's face, Zhuge Yan and the others knew it in their hearts. Feelings are not for them.

As for the scholar who was introduced by Song Si in a letter, he followed behind Murong Chen, not confused by the prosperous scene in front of him, nor impressed by Murong Chen's knowledge, but maintained extreme sanity, demanding that his every word and deed must conform to the norms of etiquette.

I don't know if it's the scholar's inner resistance, or other reasons, no matter how he abides by the "etiquette" in his heart, his words and deeds seem very dull and sluggish. Occasionally, when asked. Murong Chen would explain to the scholar very strictly: "He is practicing, don't disturb." ”

Some of those who received the answer were impressed, but many more continued to remain skeptical, even doubting the qualifications of the Confucian gentleman who taught the scholar. Whether it is reliable or not. For the latter, Murong Chen responded with unfathomable silence.

After getting along with the scholar for so long, Murong Chen still didn't know what his name was, and the scholar never said his name. So much so that Murong Chen felt that he was a failure.

It's just that the scholar doesn't say it, Murong Chen is not reluctant, Mo Liuli and Ye Yunlin are all sword cultivators. They have no interest in who the scholars are or where they come from. If the scholar was a sword cultivator with good strength, maybe they would pay more attention.

Not much to say, the most unreliable person in this tour group is probably Hongchen Shadow Tour, as the elder of the Dust Palace, he doesn't have the appearance of an elder at all, but all kinds of things that break everyone's bottom line and cognition, such as the matter in front of him.

"When I turn back in January a year, Xuehualou, the river is sad; ”

The familiar poem horn sounded, and Hongchen Yingyou's eyes locked on the beautiful figure in the sky at that time, with an elegant white dress and fluttering silver hair, isn't this the Northern Sword Pavilion Elder who he has been thinking about for a long time? !

Ye Yunlin inadvertently glanced at the suddenly stunned Hongchen Yingyou, and the was drooling on his face, this, this, this Nima Dan is really the Yuan Infant Sword Cultivator, the elder of the Dust Palace?

"Yin'er!" The voice was high-pitched and loud, like the dawn of a rooster that shook the world when its hormones fully exploded!

In the next moment, the red dust shadow tour turned into light and shadow, across the street, and chased after it.

He was not a deacon or elder of the Four Pavilions of the Sword Domain, and he was not qualified to fly in Purple Mansion City, so he could only run wild on the streets. In the face of the sudden running of the red dust shadow tour, several galloping carriages almost suffered a car accident, although there are generally no casualties, but if the expensive carriage is damaged, the owners have to find the red dust shadow tour desperately.

"Yin'er!" shouted again, and the monks who were originally watching Song Si and the sixth prince fight turned their eyes over, I don't know which monk who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, who dared to tease the elder of the Northern Sword Pavilion in public, and then looked at the elder who made a move, and the monks couldn't help but secretly pinch out a pound of cold sweat for him.

Song Si, who had been watching the silence leave, obviously saw the white figure that was leaving at a rapid speed when he heard this call.

Before Song Si could show a strange smile, he heard Zhuge greet his friends warmly when he saw him again: "Come on! Yes, it's Song Si who will be in trouble wherever he goes!"

With a pale face, Song Si expressed a little pressure on Zhuge Yan's welcome speech, but he still felt a burst of warmth at the first sight of these friends.

What is the rain that a desert traveler encounters? Perhaps, such a friendship is.

"I didn't expect you to walk in front of me so quickly, on the sword test ceremony, I hope you and I can fight!" Mo Liuli stepped forward and said calmly, "If you can't meet it, after the sword test ceremony, you and I must fight." ”

"Yes!" Song Si stretched out his palm and made a contract with Mo Liuli.

Retracting his palm, Mo Liuli looked away and fixed on Ye Guyun: "Los Angeles Night Guyun, your sword, I'm very interested." ”

Ye Guyun frowned slightly, a few strands of red hair hung down, and the invisible sword intent spread out. Divide and dissolve the sword intent that Mo Liuli invaded from, and the air between the two of them also exploded at this moment, and the invisible qi waves spread out in all directions, and the protective magic array on the shops on both sides of the street rippled.

Pointing at Mo Liuli, who was full of fighting spirit, Ye Guyun said coldly: "Today's matter, Ye Mou is wrong, but what is here is not Ye Mou's doing." You want to fight. Then fight it out in Beiluo Jiantai. ”

Song Si coughed lightly, wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and waved his hand at Mo Liuli: "It's the recurrence of the old injury, and it has nothing to do with Ye Guyun." ”

"It's hard to find opponents. The flying sword in Mo Liuli's arms trembled slightly, and the awe-inspiring sword intent seemed to burst out at any time, "Just go to the Beiluo Sword Platform." ”

"Please!" said that, the two disappeared in place.

"What a sword idiot!" Ye Yunlin smiled, "Friend." Last time you cheated me, don't ...... this time"

Ye Yunlin hadn't finished speaking, but he didn't expect to be interrupted by an irrelevant person, not someone else. It was the green-shirted scholar who had hyped up Song Si's achievements in the restaurant before.

"This fellow Daoist, what you said is so reasonable!" The scholar in the green shirt held the paper fan and hugged his fist to Ye Yunlin and said: "In the past in Xialin, I have studied Song Zhenren a lot. ”

Shaking his head impatiently. Ye Yunlin directly interrupted Lin Past's words: "Lin Past, your sword breath is impure, and you have hostile intentions! Poor Dao Ye Yunlin, please go up to the north and fall on the sword platform and ask for a fight!" Let's watch the battle. ”

Nodding, Song Si and Ye Yunlin disappeared directly in place, and Murong Chen, Luo Qingqi, and the young scholar also followed, without asking Lin if he would agree.

If he wants to gain a foothold in the Sword Domain, then he must fight! Because in the Sword Domain, if he doesn't even dare to accept a legitimate sword decision, he will definitely be despised by all the sword cultivators who have heard of it, and he will encounter a lot of inconvenience when walking in the Sword Domain in the future, especially in the core of the Sword Domain, Zifu City.

After all, it was a miscalculation, he didn't expect Ye Yunlin to give a sword duel invitation without even listening to the words, Lin Zhishi's face suddenly sank, and as soon as the paper fan was collected, the light turned into light and rushed to the north to fall to the sword platform, but what about the sword cultivation that had just advanced to the early stage of the Yuan Infant?

Just as everyone left, a huge sword light suddenly appeared in the sky and fell down with a miserable howl, and after a loud bang, the dust waves rolled, and the red dust shadow crawled out of the pit with a gray face.

"Phew!" spit out a piece of rag, and the sword light flashed around the red dust shadow, dispersing the dust and ashes, and after straightening his clothes, he returned to his previous suave image, and then left in a dashing manner regardless of the gaze of the onlookers.

"Master, after molesting the elder of the Northern Sword Pavilion, Hail Wuyin can still survive!"

"Idiot, he is the elder of the Dust Chaos Palace, Hongchen Shadow You, the Dust Noise Hall and that Song Si are in the same group!"

"But boss, he's really powerful!"

"Get out!"

......

Beiluo Jiantai, one of the four major arenas in Zifu City dedicated to sword cultivation competitions, is dedicated to sword cultivation to carry out sword duels, or even death duels, and make profits from it to maintain the daily maintenance of the sword platform.

Under the sword platform, four big flags were erected, one on behalf of Mo Liuli, one on behalf of Ye Guyun, one on behalf of Ye Yunlin, one on behalf of Lin Zhishi, and under the banner there were four deacons of the Sword Pavilion, setting bets and receiving the monks who watched the battle to place bets.

On the Xuanzi No. 1 field, Mo Liuli lungeed and pressed the sword, his right hand was tightly clasped to the hilt, the green tendons on the back of his hand were bursting up, and the white light of the scabbard was long, which was the expression of the essence of the sword intent!

One breath, two breaths, three breaths, Mo Liuli trembled all over, and the invisible sword intent seemed to sweep in all directions, annihilating a qiē!

Feeling the increasingly powerful sword intent around Mo Liuli's body, Ye Guyun's eyes turned cold and he entered the bloody realm. The red hair is fluttering, the blood sword is out of the sheath, and the blood-colored sword light rushes straight into the formation of the arena, stirring up the streamer array, bringing up the endless blood killing red mist, this is the killing intent condensed after thousands of battles on the northern battlefield of the Sword Domain, and it is also the sword breath of killing!

Yuan Ying Sword Duel, a touch of the road!

At the same time, on the Xuanzi No. 3 arena, Ye Yunlin held a three-foot flying sword, the meaning of sword rhyme, the flow of sword blades, the sound of sword rhyme, cleansing the Quartet, locking the enemy invisible and silent!

"Sword rhyme!" The scholar in the green shirt was surprised, but there was no pause in his hand because of surprise, Zhenyuan urged, the paper fan was unfurled, three steps accelerated, the fan raised the sword, and took Ye Yunlin's throat directly! (To be continued......)