I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

A series of steady footsteps came from outside the door.

Immediately afterwards, several figures stepped into the hall.

The leader, wearing a red cloak and with curly hair, had a cold and icy expression, exuding an aura that kept strangers at bay.

It was Bu Jingyun!

Beside him was a pretty young girl, holding the hand of a child who looked only seven or eight years old.

The girl was Chu Chu.

As for that child...

He appears innocent and naive, but in reality, he has deep eyes and a steady gait.

In fact, this child was an old friend of the Sword Demon, and also the leader of the Twelve Fiends of Tianchi, Tong Huang. He cultivated the Tong Xin Zhen Jing (Childhood Heart Scripture), which had the effect of reversing aging. He lured Bu Jingyun here to complete the blood sacrifice plan.

However, Jiang Chen didn't even bother to glance at this clown and simply ignored him.

As soon as Bu Jingyun entered the hall, his gaze immediately locked onto Duan Lang, who was sitting at the head of the table.

When enemies meet, their eyes are filled with intense hatred!

His face immediately turned ferocious, his fists clenched, and a terrifying killing intent erupted from his body.

"Duan Lang!" he growled through gritted teeth.

However, the next moment.

He seemed to have thought of something, took a deep breath, and forcibly suppressed the anger and murderous intent in his heart.

We've come today for the peerless sword; let's not cause any unforeseen complications!

Moreover, if we were to fight Duan Lang to the death right now, it would only benefit others.

So he snorted coldly, led Chu Chu and the child to sit down on the other chair, and didn't look at Duan Lang again.

Upon seeing this, Duan Lang curled his lips into a disdainful sneer.

Just then.

"Sword Demon! Where's that old geezer Sword Demon?!" A loud shout suddenly rang out.

An elderly man dressed in a gray Taoist robe, with white hair and beard, rushed into the hall.

It is indeed a case of sword poverty!

He looked around but didn't see the Sword Demon. However, he immediately spotted the huge sword-forging furnace in the corner and the longsword being tempered by the flames inside.

"This...this is..." Jian Pin's eyes widened instantly, and he almost drooled.

"What a fine sword! What a fine sword!"

"This must be the legendary peerless sword!"

"Haha! It's mine now!"

Jian Pin laughed loudly, his figure flashing like lightning as he instantly rushed towards the sword-forging furnace.

"stop!"

"How dare you!"

The disciples of Baijian Manor around tried to stop him, but were blasted away by a sword aura casually unleashed by Jian Pin.

He rushed to the furnace and, disregarding the intense heat of the fire, grabbed the red-hot longsword!

Zizizi!

The palm of my hand came into contact with the hot sword hilt, emitting a burnt smell.

But Jian Pin seemed to feel no pain, his face filled with wild joy.

"Haha! A peerless sword! I have finally obtained a peerless sword!"

Looking at this scene.

Duan Lang and Jiang Chen, sitting at the head of the table, exchanged a glance and both saw a look of disbelief in each other's eyes.

"Is this old man an idiot?" Duan Lang couldn't help but complain. "He can call a piece of junk a peerless sword? His taste is just unbelievable."

Jiang Chen shook his head helplessly.

Greed blinds the eye.

at this time.

Jianpin held the "Peerless Sword" in his hand and danced with excitement.

He turned to look at Bu Jingyun and saw that the other party was sitting in the chair without moving and showed no intention of snatching it. He was overjoyed.

"Haha! That brat Bu Jingyun doesn't know what's good for him! Perfect timing for me!"

"Since no one's going to take it, I'll be going now!"

talking.

He was about to use his flying sword technique to escape with this "peerless sword".

Just then.

"Stop—!!!" A furious roar came from the back hall.

Aotian ran out in a panic.

He had originally been hiding in the back hall observing the situation, hoping to see these people fight over the sword so he could reap the benefits.

But who knows?

The script is completely wrong!

Bu Jingyun and Duan Lang never actually fought!

On the contrary, this Jianpin, like a fool, grabbed a handful of scrap metal and tried to run away!

If he gets away, how can the sword-worshiping ceremony proceed? How can the peerless sword be born?

You have to understand, this old guy was the key sacrifice in the "Greed" strategy!

"Senior, please wait!" Ao Tian quickly stopped Jian Pin, explaining with an embarrassed expression:

"Senior, you've misunderstood! You've misunderstood!"

"This...this sword is not a peerless sword!"

"What?!" Jian Pin, who was preparing to take off, froze upon hearing this and almost fell from mid-air.

He stared wide-eyed at Aotian: "What did you say? This isn't a peerless sword?"

"Absolutely true!" Ao Tian wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said with a wry smile, "This is just an ordinary tool used by the disciples of the manor to practice their sword-making techniques..."

"The truly peerless sword will be revealed tomorrow!"

"Ordinary...ordinary item?!"

Jianpin looked down at the longsword in his hand, which he now regarded as a treasure.

Take a closer look.

really.

Although the sword was red-hot, it had many impurities and its sword energy was scattered, making it an ordinary piece of common iron!

"This..." Jianpin's old face instantly turned liver-colored.

He, a man of great reputation and known for his extensive knowledge of swords, has now mistaken a piece of scrap metal for a peerless sword.

And they even dared to rob someone in front of so many people?

This is absolutely humiliating!

"Ahem..." He coughed awkwardly twice and casually tossed the "Peerless Sword" back into the furnace.

"Well... I was just testing your vigilance! Yes! Testing!"

After saying that, without waiting for anyone's reaction, he slunk away to a corner of the crowd and sat down, wishing he could disappear into the ground.

Watching this farce unfold.

The people in the hall looked at each other, wanting to laugh but not daring to, struggling to hold it in.

Only Duan Lang let out a sneer without any politeness: "Ha, clown."

The sneer sounded particularly jarring in the silent hall.

Jianpin's face turned even redder, but he dared not retaliate.

The farce ended in an awkward atmosphere.

It was late at night.

Inside the Sword Worship Manor, all was quiet.

The sound of waves crashing against the rocks was exceptionally clear in the quiet night.

The guests, who had been busy all day, were now resting in their respective private rooms.

Bu Jingyun, Jian Pin, and the others also returned to their rooms to rest and recuperate, awaiting the sword-worshiping ceremony the next day.

……

In the backyard of Baijian Manor, inside an exquisite and luxurious pavilion.

The candlelight flickered.

Lady Ao, dressed in a light gold silk nightgown, sat alone in front of her dressing table, looking at her still alluring figure in the mirror, her brows furrowed, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

Her eyes were filled with anxiety and unease.

"The Sword Demon... that damned bastard, he actually died just like that..." she murmured to herself, her tone containing both a sense of relief and a hint of barely concealed panic.

She hates the Sword Demon.

She hated the devil who killed her husband, who had been obsessed with her, and who even tried to force her son to recognize the thief as his father!

Now that the Sword Demon is dead, she should be happy.

but……

Tomorrow is the Sword Offering Ceremony!

Without the Sword Demon as her pillar of strength, can her good-for-nothing son, Aotian, really keep the situation under control?

Can they really snatch the peerless sword from the hands of fierce masters like Bu Jingyun and Duan Lang?

"The culmination of a century of effort by Baijian Manor must not fall into the hands of outsiders!"

......

In the stillness of the night, a dark figure raced wildly along the mountain path like a ghost!

The man was dressed in black, his face covered with a black cloth, revealing only a pair of gleaming eyes that radiated an undisguised greed.

His goal was clear—the forbidden area of ​​Baijian Manor, the Sword Pool!

"hey-hey……"

"A peerless sword... I've arrived!" The man in black thought to himself with secret delight.

Although the peerless sword will not be revealed until tomorrow, how could an old hand like him believe it all?

The man in black possessed exceptional lightness skills; with a light touch of his toes on the treetops, he glided dozens of feet away like a large bird.

A moment later.

Then we arrived at the top of the mountain.

Ahead lies the entrance to the Sword Pool!

"We're here!" A hint of joy flashed in the man's eyes, and he was about to speed up and rush in.

Just then.

Clang—!!!

A clear and resounding sword cry suddenly rang out in the night sky!

Followed by.

A surge of righteous energy, like a rainbow piercing the sun, blocked the path of the man in black!

"Who?!" The man in black exclaimed in shock, his figure abruptly halting in mid-air before landing on a boulder.

All that could be seen ahead was the entrance to the Sword Pool.

Suddenly, a tall and upright figure appeared.

He was a handsome young man, dressed in an elegant blue robe, holding a long sword with an ancient design that exuded a righteous aura.

He stood there like an insurmountable mountain, blocking all evil spirits!