Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

The coming is popular, Tianwu domain once the first knife of the younger generation in the southern 18th state, although this name has been pressed by Xiao Chen.

But now it is also famous. It is not surprising that the famous swordsmen in Tianwu domain can meet each other here.

The wind walked quickly and laughed. "I know, Xiao brother, you will definitely come. Others say that you are not a knife, you will definitely come here to prove yourself."

There is no head and tail in this speech. Xiao Chen’s listening is somewhat inexplicable. The doubt is: “Where does the wind brother say this, why should I prove myself?”

This made the popular surprise: "Don't say what the young master of Tianding City did not hear?"

"What?"

"Someone once asked him if the tea party would invite Xiao brother to come. He said bluntly that he wouldn't. He said that you are famous for spreading, but you have no longer used a knife. The white robe knife is nothing but a name. The knife is not how can it be. The knife cutter, since it is not a knife, will naturally not invite."

Xiao Chen’s heart glimpsed that he had not received the invitation, and there was such a reason. It seems that Winning Joan has helped him get the invitation, and it should take a lot of effort.

Bailang, this person should have a good look, maybe it will be a bit interesting.

Listening to this, Xiao Chen was not angry, but he had a little more expectation for this tea party.

"Xiao Xiong, nothing, white waves are also quick words, and under the knife king, it is inevitable that some arrogance."

Seeing Xiao Chen’s indifference, it seems that it was the first time I heard this, and I was very embarrassed to ask for it. I was afraid that the other party would be angry and really went to the tea party.

Xiao Chen took out the invitation and smiled. "I did hear this for the first time, but the invitation, I already have it. If I don't mind, I will go on the road with my brother."

I was very popular and sighed with relief: "Nature will not mind, it is a blessing to join this tea party with Xiao Xiong."

The streets are full of people, and the warriors dressed by swordsmen are going to the Tianding Square in the city. At this moment, the whole Tianding City is running toward the same point.

The influence of the tea party will be evident in a hurry.

The vast Tianding Square was decorated with a lot of flowers. The crowds surged, and the warriors of the main city of the square city personally led the way and entertained, so that everything was in order and there was no confusion.

Above the square, there are many courtyards and rockery fountains. From time to time, there are three or two friends gathered together, or sitting on the ground, or in the attic, gathering tea, talking about the experience, and carrying the knife, each side.

There are also businessmen who set up stalls on the spot, selling all the goods related to the knife, the soul of the knife, cheats, ore, and so on.

The whole scene was full of excitement and laughter.

In the heart of Xiao Chen, this white wave can not help but give birth to a little admiration. It is not an easy task to hold such a grand event and to arrange everything in order.

"Xiao brother, this is the periphery of Tianding Square, watching the lively, but there is no master, the real tea party, is arranged in the center of the square, no invitation can not enter."

He was very popular and called a maid and handed the invitation to the other party.

Xiao Chen has the same kind of learning, and also gives the invitation to the maid.

The delicate waitress, check it again, and smiled happily: "Two guests, please come with me."

In the periphery, after seven passes, after some well-guarded levels, and after carefully checking the invitations several times, the two went smoothly to the center of the square.

The open land, above the high platform, eighteen carved stone pillars of ancient swordsmen, straight into the sky, separated by a hundred meters, erected in an arc.

It is said that these eightteen stone pillars were not carved by the descendants, but after the eighteen knives were enthroned, the vision of heaven and earth produced was the same as that of the Leidi Valley in the Cangjie world.

On the high stage, there is an elegant wooden table, and the first guests are already ready.

There are not many people coming here, but there are no more than three or forty people. They are younger generations, and the swordsman is the leader. Their respective knives have reached a very high level.

One by one, the line of sight confronts, the knife is like the essence, the air seems to be able to hear, the sound of the blade is smooth, and it sounds crisp.

Eighteen stone pillars, the center of which is under the stone pillar, is placed with a long wooden table, only one person, Huayi brocade, waistband jade belt, inlaid with pearl jade gems, a kind of precious in the handsome appearance gas.

I want to come to this person is the white sea of ​​Tianding City Shaocheng, but in the seat next to him, empty, the mysterious knife guest, Wen Ziran did not show up.

After walking through a hundred steps, Xiao Chen and the wind are prosperous, and at the same time boarded the high platform.

"Welcome to the full moon building, the wind is full, and the Tianzong Xiaochen, two sons, come to the tea party."

Under the high platform, a servant read the name of Xiao Chen and the popular name according to the name on the invitation.

The Quartet caused quite a stir, and Bailang browed his head and looked at Xiao Chen with a gaze, but then left.

The handsome and well-behaved maid came forward and brought Xiao Chen and the popular, and got a wooden table in front, with a variety of years and zero fruit, exquisite snacks and fine tea.

Xiao Chen end of the cup, gently sip a bit, his face showed a trace of satisfaction.

Although he does not understand tea well, he can also absorb the fragrance from the mouth, and after the tea enters the body, the cool air that is scattered around the body, feels the value of tea is very high.

Looking at the fruit of the table, this Xiao Chen is on the line, a rough look, you can see that the drug age is no less than three thousand years, it is a real big deal.

"Weird, weird, less city lord, you are not saying that someone has the name of a knife, but there is no knife, and today, how come the emperor came to the knife-knife event of this decade."

When Xiao Chen had just sat down, there was a good-hearted person who directly provoked the head.

This person's face has a morbid paleness, and there is also a chilly smell in the voice. It is dead and heavy, and at first glance it is a ghost.

The popular frowning explained: "This person is called Jiangchengzi. The ghost family has few warriors who practice knives. It specializes in the death knife. It is very good. It has formed a prototype of the soul of the sword. The knife is very exquisite."

Xiao Chen roughly glanced at the knife, and the swordsman who made the sword had at least reached Dacheng. The Jiucheng knife was not in the minority, but there were not many prototypes.

The popularity around him is one, and the other is the Jiangchengzi. The white waves on the stage are as deep as himself, and the outsiders cannot detect the meaning of the two.

Bailang said faintly: "I gave him invitations, but it was a friend's feelings. If I said something, it would be the same. There is no knife in the hands of the knife, and the reputation is louder, but it is not a knife."

Xiao Chen snorted and his face was quite a playful smile. This is really direct, and it is full of noble and arrogant.

Holding down the prestige that he wants to speak for himself, Xiao Chen smiled and said nothing. This is just a look. After April, there is no opponent in the knife list. The other party does not want to see himself. He does not need to struggle to argue.

Jiang Chengzi heard a word, not saying anything more, just looking at Xiao Chen, still seem quite bad, I don't know where Xiao Chen offended the ghost knife.

White Wave swayed the toast in the wind: "The wind brother has become famous. In the early years, there was the title of the first knife in the south of the younger generation of Tianwu domain. Today, I will come to the face and I will give you a cup of tea."

"White brother, polite." Feng Xingsheng quickly began to sound.

Bai Lang continued: "Just Jiang brother, exchanged some of his experience in the death of the knife, and exchanged with you, since the brother of the wind came, and for the same person, explain the knife path."

Tea party, the first process is to talk about tea, exchange experience, and make progress together. The wind will naturally refuse to refuse. When the teacup is put down, it begins to talk about the wind knife that it has repaired.

"The wind has a mad wind, a gentle breeze, a warm spring breeze, and a cold wind. Every different kind of wind, there are many kinds of changes, you can drill a little, just take one, practice it. When you reach the peak, you will be able to laugh at the Quartet. If you are talented, you can also change the wind and change the wind, all of them are included in your own knife..."

Feng Xingsheng talked about the martial arts of his own cultivation, and there was no embarrassment. He shared some experiences and all of them, and talked about the money. At the same time, my doubts and incomprehensibility are also made public and seek answers.

At the time of the knife, the atmosphere was good. From time to time, some people asked questions, and even the flash of light flashed, and new opinions were put forward. Bailang was very serious about listening. He also expressed his own views on some incomprehensible suggestions.

Such an atmosphere, so that Xiao Chen can not help but immerse in it, calmly listen to it.