Seeing Jin Buchou signaling himself to come to the stage, Yu Qingwu touched his nose, nodded to the golden shopkeeper beside him, and kicked his feet, and the whole person rushed out like an arrow off the string. He opened his arms and leaped onto the platform in an instant like a roc spreading its wings, and it wasn't until he had stood on the platform for two breaths that a strong wind struck.

"What a strong kung fu!"

Yi Feng's pair of cloudy old eyes were shining, staring at Yu Qingwu for a long time. Although he loves refining weapons, his cultivation is not low, and his spicy eyes can see at a glance that Yu Qingwu jumped from the No. 3 VIP room to the high platform just now, completely relying on his foot strength, not relying on light skills like Zhu Liancheng before.

If Zhu Liancheng is as light as the wind, then the young man in front of him is as fast as a tiger!

Hearing Yi Feng's words, Dudu also looked at Shengxia with beautiful eyes, and couldn't help but have a deeper impression of Yu Qingwu.

"Haha!" Jin Buchou smiled and said to Master Yi Feng: "Master Madman, you can look away, my brother is not a martial cultivator, but a Taoist cultivator, so you can't say that he is kung fu!"

"Don't worry!"

Yu Qingwu glared at Jin Buchou, and then said apologetically to Master Yi Feng, who didn't mind: "My friend is open-mouthed, master is not strange." ”

Master Yi Feng laughed, waved his hand and said, "It's no big deal, I just like this little baby's straightforwardness!" After a pause, he continued: "Aren't you going to try this peerless killing sword?"

Yu Qingwu nodded, paced to the peerless killing sword that smashed the crack like a spider web on the high platform, and when everyone held their breath, he slammed his right foot against the hilt of the sword, and then saw the big sword weighing 3,900 catties floating up like a maple leaf. At the same time, his right hand burst out like lightning, clattered on the hilt of the sword, and then clung to his chest, carefully examining the patterns on the sword's body.

"This ...... This is picking it up?"

"Shouldn't I be dazzled, how did he act so easily?"

"That's not a peerless killing sword at all, otherwise how could this kid be as easy as holding a wooden sword!"

The scene on the stage deeply stimulated the audience, even Yi Feng, who was used to seeing strange things, couldn't help but exclaim, and Dudu covered his mouth with his small hands, his face full of surprise. Among the thousands of people upstairs and downstairs, only Jin Buchou was still smiling, never shocked by this scene.

He bumped into Yu Qingwu, who was looking at the peerless killing sword, and said, "How is it, is it incompetent?"

"General. ”

Yu Qingwu replied silently, and then swung the sword in his right hand violently to the side, and in an instant, the whining wind suddenly rose, and the thick wooden table on the high platform was lifted away.

Boom!

The six-foot-long thick wooden table fell from the high platform, and fell directly to pieces, so frightened that the faces of the people below were as pale as paper, and one of them was almost hit by the thick wooden table.

Swish......

Yu Qingwu slammed the peerless killing sword to the ground, and in an instant, the heavy sword went straight to the ground more than four feet like cutting tofu, only the hilt of the sword was exposed. When everyone was speechless, he turned his head to look at Master Yi Feng, who was like a bull, and said with a smile: "Do you still need to wave half a pillar of incense for another time?"

"No...... No need!" Master Yi Feng hurriedly replied, where did he dare to let Yu Qingwu wield his sword, just now the people just waved it lightly, and the big wooden table was lifted out of the air, if you want to wave it a few more times, this Red Powder Pavilion must not be demolished?

"Then I'll take it away?"

Yu Qingwu smiled slightly, held the hilt of the sword with his right hand and pulled out the heavy sword with a bang, in this process, he didn't even delay for half a minute, just like the sword that weighed 3,900 catties for others was as light as nothing in his hand.

In fact, it is true, with Yu Qingwu's current strength, he can lift anything within 5,000 catties, and it will be slightly difficult if it exceeds 5,000 catties. The weight of the 3,900 catties of the peerless killing sword was an unbearable weight for others, but it was just ordinary for him.

"The ......"

When Yu Qingwu and Jin Buchou turned to leave, Master Yi Feng raised his hand with a tangled face, wanting to say something but couldn't say it. Yu Qingwu, who heard the movement behind him, turned his head, weighed the golden sword in his hand, and said with a smile: "The master is reluctant?"

This peerless killing sword itself is not a very strong spiritual weapon, and its amplitude of two hundred years of skill is only barely reaching the level of a medium-grade spiritual weapon. But what makes it powerful and precious lies in its weight, the weight of 3,900 catties, and if you add the strength of the user's swing, it can be said that nothing can be broken! Even the copper wall and iron wall can smash holes! Even in the late Yuan Infant period, a person with 500 years of skill, if he is swept by it in the front, there will be absolutely no good fruit to eat!

At this time, seeing Yi Feng's sad face and his eyes full of reluctance, Yu Qingwu could see his inner thoughts at a glance.

"Everyone has picked it up, and it would be a little unkind to go back again, right?"

"Crazy Yi, you have always been generous, why are you stingy now, and you are still ready to break your promise?"

Everyone was upset for Yu Qingwu, and he could use any kind of words, and Yi Feng, who heard these words, had a more sad face, he smiled bitterly, and said to Yu Qingwu: "Little brother, can we discuss, you give me back this sword, and I will tailor a magic weapon for you in the future?"

"Hey, hey, hey!"

At this time, Jin Buchou crossed Yu Qingwu with an unhappy face, stood in front of Yi Feng and snorted: "What do you mean by this, old madman, at the beginning, it was clearly said that whoever can pick up this peerless killing sword will belong to whom, and now what do you mean by regretting it?"

Although Yi Feng said that he would cast another magic weapon for Yu Qingwu, who would believe it? He didn't want his brother to perform in front of everyone, and he didn't get the most embarrassing fart, but became a monkey for free.

"Master Yi Feng!"

At this time, Dudu, who was the host, also came over, she first smiled elegantly at Yu Qingwu, and then said to Yi Feng: "The reputation of the master, I think everyone knows, before the auction opened, the master had already said the auction rules for this peerless sword, since this son picked up the sword today, if the master regrets it, I am afraid that the world will laugh at it!"

"That's it, it's just a broken sword, don't you use it with your fart!"

"Forget it about him, the so-called sword gift hero!"

As soon as Dudu finished speaking, the audience immediately echoed the chorus, and there was a great tendency to denounce Yi Feng.

"You bully!" Suddenly, Yi Feng sat on the ground, he raised his hand and pointed at the people around him who seemed to be about to swallow him alive, and they all burst into tears.

"Huh?"

Jin Buchou and Yu Qingwu glanced at each other, they were dumbfounded, why did this old man still learn to be a child?

"You know what a!"

No matter what everyone thought, Yi Feng, the old child, wiped his tears and said: "I originally just wanted you to see this big killing weapon, and I didn't think anyone could take it! If it was an ordinary sword, forget it, but it was built in imitation of the Xuanyuan Divine Sword, except for the Human Emperor, how dare I give it to others!"

Hearing this, everyone understood that this old boy was carrying a peerless killing sword that was ready to be given to the human emperor to show off his might, but he didn't expect it to be picked up. If he promises to give the sword to the one who takes it, he will be guilty of treason. He can die for refining weapons, it doesn't mean that he is willing to die for 'sending weapons'!

"So that's what you're worried about. ”

Jin Buchou's face bloomed with a smile again, he dragged Yi Feng up, patted Yi Feng's wrinkled robe, and said: "I thought you were reluctant to break the sword! Let me tell you, your worries are completely unnecessary, because in this world, except for the Human Emperor, I am afraid that he is really the only one who is qualified to pick up this sword." ”

"What do you mean by that?" Yi Feng asked tightly, holding Jin Buchou's sleeve robe, his originally dirty face mixed with tears, which was even more dirty.

"Ahem!"

Jin Buchou cleared his throat, and then said loudly to the people around him: "Guests, friends, now I want to announce an extremely important matter to you!" After a pause, he pointed to Yu Qingwu beside him with a helpless face and said: "This, he is not simply a person born with divine power, he also has another identity, that is, the brother of the current emperor, who was personally named the 'Fuyao King' by the emperor himself more than nine years ago!"

Rumble!

When Jin Buchou's words fell, there was a commotion on and off the stage, and everyone's eyes converged on Yu Qingwu, looking carefully from top to bottom.

"Is he really the famous boy king more than nine years ago?"

"Counting it, the famous young man Fuyao King is indeed sixteen or seventeen years old now, and this young man looks almost sixteen or seventeen years old!"

"It can't be such a coincidence, can it?"

More than nine years ago, the emperor enshrined a seven-year-old boy as the king spread all over the world, and it attracted a long time, and the three words "Fuyao King" are the talk of the world after dinner. It's just that nothing happened again, so the name of 'Fuyao King' was gradually submerged by history.

How can everyone not be surprised when they hear these three words again today? The young king who is famous all over the world is really the heroic young man in front of him?

"Grass people, see Your Highness!"

At this time, the golden shopkeeper in the No. 3 VIP room on the third floor first bowed to Yu Qingwu, pretending to be a prince but was going to be killed and connected to the nine clans, he knew that although his young master was lustful and domineering, he definitely knew the importance of this matter!

With the golden shopkeeper taking the lead, one after another people began to salute Yu Qingwu, and slowly, even those who were skeptical also saluted Yu Qingwu, and for a while, the words 'See Your Highness' spread throughout the Red Powder Pavilion.