Young White Horse: Born with a Poisonous Body and a Sword that Slays the Heroes

Wen Yanzhao rolled his eyes at Wenhujiu and said, "Uncle, you are so ignorant. Wait and see what's going on!"

At this time, Baili Dongjun already had a clear understanding of Wei Zhuang's horizontal sword technique and Gai Nie's vertical sword technique in his mind.

……

On the stage, the mountains and the sea have each found their master

The Fire God of Yuntian appeared, Wang Yihang flew onto the stage with both hands to control the sword and overwhelmed the other heroes.

The next sword to come out is the Immortal Palace grade Bu Ran Chen!

Chapter 37: Xiao Baili cleverly takes the dust and breaks the unparalleled sword

Wang Yixing's sword-controlling skills were indeed exquisite. After he seized the Yuntian-grade Fire God Sword, he twisted the sword formula with his hands and sheathed the long sword on his back.

Yufeng then returned to Wen Yanzhao's side and bowed:

"Thank you, Master Xiao Wen, for helping me and not competing with me for this sword! Now I can go back and give it to my junior brother!"

Wen Yanzhao had no intention of competing with him, so he just went along with it and gave him a favor. He smiled and returned the favor:

"Why be polite? You are the leader of the younger generation of Wangcheng Mountain. This Fire God should be yours!"

Wang Yihang was very pleased to hear Wen Yanzhao praise him so much.

I had already been praising his swordsmanship, and now I was even more fond of him:

"Master Wen has a promising future. I believe that the youngest swordsman in history will appear in Beili!"

Wenhujiu heard Wang Yihang say this and immediately pulled Baili Dongjun aside: "Nephew, do you know how to say this?"

Baili Dongjun looked suspicious: "What?"

Wen Hujiu smiled evilly and said, "Rumors in the martial arts world, you can disbelieve what others say, but you must believe what Wangchengshan says!"

Baili Dongjun looked at Wang Yihang in front of him with a confused look, then said to Wenhu wine:

"Then my cousin will really become the youngest sword immortal?"

Wen Hujiu stroked his beard and sighed: "I don't know about these uncles, but looking at his current cultivation, it's possible!"

Since then, Wen Yanzhao has formed a good relationship with Wangcheng Mountain.

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After the Vulcan Sword was seized by Wangcheng Mountain King and his party, Wushuang City, which was far away from Wen Yanzhao and his party, still did not take any action.

The thin and expressionless young man standing in the lead with a sword in his arms was none other than Song Yanhui, a natural swordsman in Wushuang City!

Seeing this, the swordsmen off the field began to discuss.

"You won't even take the Yuntian-grade Fire God Wushuang City? Could it be that..."

"Of course there is a more advanced sword!"

"Immortal Palace? I haven't smelled the scent of Immortal Palace for many years! I finally caught up this year!"

"It's a pity that this Immortal Palace belongs to either Young Master Wen, who is so skilled in martial arts, or Wushuang City..."

……

Wei Changfeng's eyes swept across the audience and he said:

"The fourth level, the Immortal Palace!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole audience fell silent. At this moment, in the huge sword forest, no one spoke except Xianle!

"The sword of the Immortal Palace comes from the Immortal Palace outside the Nine Heavens. Please give me the sword, Immortal!"

Wei Changfeng made a feint with his right hand, and a dazzling golden light enveloped him completely.

Immediately, he turned around abruptly, facing the dazzling "giant sword" that was a hundred meters high...

The zither player on the stone pillar plays a melodious and touching tune!

The huge lightsaber that Wei Changfeng was facing was changing at this moment. Wisps of light and shadow lingered around and gradually gathered into a huge lotus.

The lotus turns quietly and blooms slowly in the air

"Om..."

As the lotus fully blossomed, a long sword emitting fairy spirit, accompanied by fairy music and crisp sword sounds, slowly rose from the huge lotus.

The sword body is as crystal as jade, and the hilt is like a new lotus emerging from the water, lush and green.

This immortal sword flew around the sword forest, and a fresh and elegant, almost imperceptible lotus fragrance emanated from the sword!

"It's Lian Xiang!"

Baili Dongjun sniffed and said to Wen Yanzhao excitedly

Wen Yanzhao raised his lips and whispered, "Do you like it? The swordsmanship that your cousin just taught you is enough to win this sword!"

Baili Dongjun nodded excitedly and rubbed his hands

Wen Yanzhao waved his hand, warmed the pot of wine and was about to raise his head to drink, but his wine gourd was snatched away by Wen Yanzhao!

"Why did you steal my wine gourd?" Wenhujiu pouted and looked unhappy.

"Uncle, drink more later. I will be very useful!" Wen Yanzhao smiled slyly, and then handed it to Baili Dongjun, "Cousin, if you want to take the sword, drink this pot of wine!"

"This is sword wine. Even if I finish this pot of wine, I will be drunk with my alcohol tolerance. How can I take the sword?"

Baili Dongjun originally refused in his heart, but seeing his cousin's solemn promise,

Moreover, he had just passed on the unprecedented Zongheng Sword Technique to him, so he drank it down with half-belief and half-doubt...

As soon as the wine went down his throat, in less than a moment, Baili Dongjun's cheeks turned red and his eyes began to become blurred!

Wen Yanzhao reached out and gently stroked his back, and could already feel the inner force flowing through his meridians.

Wen Hujiu's eyes were venomous, as if he saw through what Wen Yanzhao had done. He came over and asked in a low voice:

"You got your cousin drunk, could it be that you wanted to break his inner power restraints?"

Wen Yanzhao made a silent gesture with his fingers and smiled without saying anything.

The man who was warming the pot of wine raised his beard, rolled his eyes, and snatched the wine gourd back.

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At this moment, Wei Changfeng made a move in the air, and the sword of the Immortal Palace came against the wind and hovered above Wei Changfeng's palm.

"This sword was forged by me, and I call it Unstained by Dust!"

"I hope the peerless young master can take it. I beg the peerless young master to use it to conquer the world and let this sword win the top spot in the sword manual!"

As soon as Wei Changfeng finished speaking, the sword-wielding young man from Wushuang City immediately came over.

"Song Yanhui from Wushuang City has come here specifically to ask for the sword!"

After that, he drew out his long sword, looked around at the swordsmen below the stage, and asked proudly, "Who can teach me?"

Suddenly, the several young swordsmen who were originally very noisy and eager to try fell silent.

Given Wushuang City’s reputation and status in the martial arts world, people like them naturally wouldn’t dare to provoke it easily!

"Who dares to mess with Wushuang City? It's not that I don't want to get into trouble..."

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"It seems like this year's trip is in vain again!"

"The ownership of the Immortal Palace has been decided, so we should return as soon as possible..."

……

Just as the swordsmen were complaining to themselves, a young man's voice suddenly rang out -

"It's a good sword indeed! I'll definitely get this sword!"

The person who spoke was naturally Baili Dongjun

Baili Dongjun, who had been deliberately drunk by Wen Yanzhao for half a day, was now making circles with his feet and could not even stand steadily.

The purpose of forcing him to drink was to break the inner shackles that his master, the Confucian Immortal Gu Chen, had set in his body.

But at present, Baili Dongjun’s internal strength can only be exerted when he is drunk!

As soon as Baili Dongjun finished speaking, he jumped onto the stone platform as if stepping on a flying swallow!

"Who are you?"

Song Yanhui didn't recognize him. Seeing Baili Dongjun coming drunkenly with a sword in hand, he asked

"Baili... Dongjun!"

Baili Dongjun leaned backwards and nearly fell down, but luckily he had great martial arts skills and he jumped up and stood up!

"Bai Li Dong Jun? What is your relationship with Zhenxi Hou Bai Li Luo Chen?"

Song Yanhui naturally knew the famous Zhenxi Marquis. When he heard the surname Baili, he asked

Baili Dongjun was drunk and had no good feelings towards Song Yanhui who was standing in front of him with a sword. He replied unhappily, "What does it have to do with you?"

Song Yanhui felt insulted, and immediately became furious and shouted:

"Since you have come to seize the sword, then draw your sword!"

As soon as Song Yan replied, the internal force in his arms gathered, and the true energy instantly poured into the sword, gathering into golden sword energy, which was cold and terrifying!

Baili Dongjun was startled by his shout, and subconsciously raised his hand to find that there was no sword in his hand. Suddenly, cold sweat broke out on his back.

Wen Hujiu was extremely anxious when he saw this, fearing that his precious nephew would be hurt by Song Yanhui, so he grabbed Wen Yanzhao by the collar and said:

"You little brat, your cousin doesn't even have a sword, are you going to let him get chopped like a watermelon?"

Wen Yanzhao slapped his head and said, "Oh, look at my memory!"

After saying that, he released his inner strength from his right hand, and instantly acquired the storage space Chengying. He shouted to Baili Dongjun on the stage, "Go ahead, cousin!"

The Chengying Sword flew out of his hand and was thrown towards Baili Dongjun.

"Thank you, cousin!"