Chapter 959: True Explanation of the Dao of the Sword

"Brother Xiao, are you okay? Bailang is also a quick-talking person, and he's a member of the sword king's family, so it's inevitable that he's a little arrogant."

Seeing Xiao Chen groaning silently, it seemed that this was indeed the first time he had heard this, Feng Xingsheng asked a little apprehensively, fearing that the other party would get angry and really go to the tea party.

Xiao Chen took out the invitation and said with a smile: "This is indeed the first time I've heard this, but I already have the invitation, if you don't mind, I will go on the road with Brother Feng."

Seeing this, Feng Xingsheng heaved a sigh of relief: "Of course I don't mind, it's a blessing to attend this tea party with Brother Xiao."

There was a constant stream of people on the street, warriors dressed as swordsmen headed towards the Tianding Square in the city, at this moment in the entire Tianding City, everyone was running towards the same point.

The influence of the tea party can be seen at a glance.

The huge Tianding Square has been decorated and filled with colorful flowers. The crowds are surging, and the warriors of the city lord's mansion of the square personally lead the way and entertain, so that everything is orderly and there is no chaos.

On the square, there are many pavilions, rockery fountains, and from time to time, two or three friends gather together, either sitting on the ground, or gathering in the attic, tasting tea, discussing Taoism, exchanging ideas, and carrying swords, each of them put aside.

There are also merchants setting up stalls on the spot, selling all products related to knives, knives, soul weapons, cheat books, ores, and so on.

The whole scene was full of excitement and laughter.

In Xiao Chen's heart, he couldn't help feeling a little admiration for this white wave. It is not an easy task to hold such a grand event and arrange everything in an orderly manner.

"Brother Xiao, this is the outskirts of Tianding Square. It looks lively, but there are no masters. The real tea party is arranged in the center of the square. You can't enter without an invitation."

While Feng Xingsheng was talking, he summoned a maid and handed the invitation to the other party.

Xiao Chen followed suit and handed the invitation to the maid.

The delicate maid checked it again and smiled happily: "You two honored guests, please follow me."

In the periphery, they went around and passed through many heavily guarded checkpoints. After carefully checking the invitations again, the two successfully entered the center of the square.

In that open land, on the high platform, eighteen stone pillars carved with ancient swordsman, straight into the sky, separated by a hundred meters, standing in an arc of moon.

It is said that these eighteen stone pillars were not carved by later generations, but the vision of heaven and earth produced by the eighteen sword kings after they ascended to the emperor, which is the same as the Thunder Emperor Valley in the sky world.

Elegant wooden tables are placed on the high platform, and the first guests are already ready.

There were not many people who came, but thirty or forty people, without exception, they were all young generation, outstanding swordsmen, and their sword intents had reached extremely high levels.

One by one's gazes meet, the sword is as real as it is, as if it can be heard in the air, the sound of the exchange of weapons, crisp and clear.

There are eighteen stone pillars, under the one in the middle, there is a long wooden table, for only one person, dressed in rich and brocade clothes, with a jade belt around the waist, inlaid with pearls, jade and gemstones, there is a kind of natural nobleness in his handsome appearance. gas.

I think this person is the young city of Tianding City? The young city lord Bailang, but the seat next to him was empty, and the mysterious swordsman Wen Ziran did not show up.

After walking through hundreds of steps, Xiao Chen and Feng Xingsheng climbed onto the high platform at the same time.

"Welcome to the popularity of the Manyue Tower, Hao Tianzong Xiao Chen, the two sons, come to the tea party."

Under the high platform, a servant read out the identities of Xiao Chen and Feng Xingsheng according to the names on the invitation.

There was quite a commotion in all directions, Bailang raised his brows, looked at Xiao Chen, but left immediately.

A handsome and well-behaved maid came forward and led Xiao Chen and Feng Xingsheng to a wooden table, and served them with vintage and zero fruits, exquisite snacks and high-quality tea.

Xiao Chen held the cup and took a sip, with a hint of satisfaction on his face.

Although he doesn't know much about tea, he can still feel the value of tea from the fragrance in his mouth and the cool air radiating from his body after the tea enters his body.

Looking at the spirit fruit on the table, this Xiao Chen is good at it, with a cursory glance, he can see that the medicine is no less than three thousand years old, and it is considered a real masterpiece.

"It's strange, strange, Young City Master, didn't you say that a certain person has the name of a swordsman but no real swordsman, why did he come to the grand swordsman event that happens once in ten years in a grand manner today?"

As soon as Xiao Chen sat down, there was a bold person who directly provoked the trouble.

This person's face was sickly pale, and there was a cold taste in his voice, lifeless, he looked like a member of the ghost clan.

Feng Xingsheng frowned and explained: "This man's name is Jiang Chengzi. There are few warriors in the ghost clan who practice swords. They specialize in the way of death swords. They are very good. They have formed the prototype of the soul of the sword, and the sword intent is very exquisite."

Xiao Chen took a cursory glance, and found that the swordsmen who are doing have at least reached a great level of sword intent, and there are not a few who have 90% sword intent, but there are not many who have formed the prototype of the sword soul.

Feng Xingsheng beside him is one, and the other is Jiang Chengzi, and Bailang on the stage is just like himself, hiding very deeply, outsiders can't detect their saber intent at all.

Bailang said indifferently: "I gave him the invitation card as a favor from a friend. What I said remains the same. A swordsman does not have a sword in his hand. No matter how famous he is, it is just a superficial appearance. He is not a swordsman."

Xiao Chen curled his lips, with a playful smile on his face, what he said was really straightforward, showing nobility, glamor and aloofness.

Pressing Feng Xingsheng who wanted to speak for himself, Xiao Chen smiled and didn't argue about anything. He came here just to see, after April, the Sword Sect will be listed. [,! ] If he has any opponent, and the other party doesn't want to see him, he doesn't need to make any effort to argue.

Hearing the words, Jiang Chengzi didn't say much, but looked at Xiao Chen, still looking rather unfriendly, wondering how Xiao Chen offended this ghost swordsman.

Bai Lang shook his glass to Feng Xingsheng and said: "Brother Feng has already become famous since he was young, and he was also known as the No. 1 Swordsman in the South of the young generation in Tianwu Region in his early years. Today, he is willing to show his face and come here. I will replace wine with tea and offer you a toast."

"Brother Bai, you're welcome." Feng Xingsheng hurriedly said.

Bai Lang continued: "Brother Jiang, just now, he shared with you some of his experience in practicing the Dao of the Death Saber. Since Brother Feng is here, let me explain the Dao of the Dao of the Saber to you fellow practitioners."

The tea party, the first process is to talk about Taoism with tea, exchange experience, and make progress together. Naturally, Feng Xingsheng will not refuse. Putting down the teacup, he began to talk about the Dao of the Wind Sword that he has cultivated.

"The wind has a violent wind, a gentle breeze, a warm spring breeze, and a bone-piercing cold wind. Each different wind has many variations. You can drill down to one point, take only one, and practice it When you reach the peak, you will be able to laugh and be proud of the world. If you have great talents and great talents, you can also incorporate the changing winds into your own swordsmanship..."

Feng Xingsheng talked about his cultivation of the Dao of the Wind Sword, and he was not stingy. He shared some of his experience, and talked about it with eloquence. At the same time, he made his doubts and puzzles public, seeking answers.

When talking about swords, the atmosphere was good. From time to time, someone asked questions, and even had a flash of inspiration, and put forward new insights. Bailang listened very carefully, and expressed his own views on some puzzles raised by Feng Xingsheng.

With such an atmosphere, Xiao Chen couldn't help but immerse himself in it, listening attentively.

"good!"

After Feng Xingsheng finished his speech, Bailang sitting in the middle took the lead in clapping, and the applause of the others followed.

It has to be said that Feng Xingsheng's Dao of the Wind Sword is indeed extremely exquisite, it has a feeling that makes people's eyes shine, and there are a lot of insights.

Next, a few people talked about the saber skills they had learned between cups and cups. Although they were not as brilliant as Feng Xingsheng, they were also unique and had bright spots.

The swordsman who is doing, no one speaks satirically, but puts forward his own opinions to complement the opponent's swordsmanship.

During the conversation, one could hear the clear and crisp sound of knives, ding ding dong dong like the sound of a piano, which was beautiful and pleasant. The wind of the knives was overflowing, blowing past, and the lingering knife intent permeated the entire high platform.

A group of people are all young leaders, young talents, chatting and laughing, high-spirited, can't hold back, their own saber will permeate, and it will create such a wonderful scene.

The clanging and non-stop sound of the knife seemed to be someone fighting in the void, developing the way of the knife that all the swordsmen talked about.

On the eighteen towering stone pillars, the ancient swordsmen carved seem to be listening, their eyes are vivid, as if they have come to life.

In the following time, many people came one after another, and among them were two extraordinary people who also comprehended the prototype of Soul Blade.

They are Lin Yan and Du Gujue respectively, they are the disciples of Lie Yan Dao Wang and Lei Dian Dao Wang, they are quite famous.

Lie Yan Dao Wang and Lei Dian Dao Wang are both kings and emperors, and they also have the word Dao Wang in their titles, but because of Wu Xiaotian's existence, they dare not directly use the word Dao Wang to call themselves.

Wu Xiaotian is the one who dares to say the king of swords in the world, unique, the only one, the strongest at the pinnacle of swordsmanship.

At Bailang's invitation, the two began to talk about swords one after another, and they talked generously about their own sword skills.

It can be clearly felt that the two people's comprehension of their respective Dao of the sword is better than that of Feng Xingsheng. When speaking about the sword, even accompanied by the appearance of thunder and flames, the strong sword intent permeated the air, and it will be the presence of other young heroes. Most of the knife intentions were suppressed.

It makes people feel admiration secretly.

After the two finished speaking, everyone clapped their hands at the same time, the applause merged, and the sword intent dispersed in the air, forming an exciting tune, which echoed non-stop and lasted for a long time.

When it spread to the periphery of Tianding Square, many swordsmen who came here admiringly couldn't help turning their heads to look up, with a lot of longing in their hearts.

"Young City Master, most of the people present have talked about it, so you should also talk about it. The sword king must have a well-known reputation, let me open my eyes." Someone suggested with a smile.

Bai Lang smiled lightly, put down his teacup, behaved elegantly, and said softly: "It's not about opening your eyes or not, Bai is the same as you, and only talks about his own experiences."

Hearing that Bailang was about to die, everyone immediately calmed down and prepared to listen carefully. The sword king has a very good reputation, and Bailang came from the opponent's sect, so there must be something special about him.