Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Seven: The Sword-Winning Conference Begins, the Heavenly Fire Valley Changes

Worship Sword City, on the central square.

Today, when the Swordsmanship Conference was officially held, swordsmen from all walks of life gathered, from Sword Sovereign to ordinary swordsmen, all looking forward to it.

On a high platform, there is a shelf with a sword on it.

The sword is three feet and three long. The whole body of the sword is glowing with blue light. There are countless gorgeous patterns on it. The sword's edge is wrapped in strands of sword energy. The hilt is inlaid with gems.

Under the high stage, all the swordsmen looked at the sword with fiery eyes.

"Is this a hundred-year-old sword? Sure enough, the name is well-deserved. I can feel this cold sword aura from a distance."

"This sword has not yet been recognized as the master, but this sword qi is already the top supreme weapon. If it can be nurtured by a saint, it will become a sacred weapon in less than half a year, and it can even reach the level of a holy king's weapon in the future."

"This sword, I'm bound to get it!"

"Haha, a century-old sword, no one wants to snatch it from me."

"You are thinking of peaches, these are mine."

All the swordsmen are bound to win.

In a restaurant on the scene of the Swordsmanship Conference, Chu Kuangren and Lan Yu were sitting by the window, watching the lively crowd with relish.

"Young Master, aren't you going to capture the sword?" Lan Yu asked curiously.

Chu Kuangren thought for a while, "Let's take a look first, although this sword is not bad, it doesn't make much difference to me if I can't get it."

Although he now has a Qingling sword box, there are more than a dozen famous swords in the sword box itself, each of which is no worse than a century-old famous sword, so it has no effect on him whether he takes the sword or not. .

At this time, a person stepped on the high platform.

It is the son of the contemporary head of the Feng family, and Feng Ming who invited Chu Kuangren to the Feng family yesterday.

"Everyone, this famous sword is called Tiangang. It is made of ten thousand years of black iron combined with the flame of the earth's core. It is indestructible and powerful enough to break mountains and mountains. It is the highest masterpiece in the past hundred years of Sword City..."

Feng Ming introduced famous swords to everyone on the high platform, and although everyone in the audience was restless, they still listened patiently.

"Now I announce that the Swordsman Conference begins now!"

"As usual, whoever can stand to the end in the ring is the sword master of this Heavenly Gang! Everyone, let's do our best!"

Feng Ming laughed, then turned around and jumped off the ring.

In the crowd, there were swordsmen who couldn't hold back and jumped onto the arena directly, saying, "Is there anyone who wants to teach me about Tiger Sword in the lower ground?"

whoosh...

A swordsman rushed into the ring, "Please!"

Without any courtesy, the two swordsmen fought immediately.

The sword qi was flying and raging in the void.

The swordsmanship conference was in full swing, and the swordsmen fought vigorously. You came and went, Chu Kuangren and Lan Yu were smashing melon seeds and dried fruits in the restaurant, and they watched with great interest.

But after a while, Chu Kuangren lost interest. "The strength of these swordsmen is just like that. Except for some swordsmen who are worth seeing, the rest are either flashy or vulgar."

"Of course these people can't compare with the son. By the way, son, Baijiancheng has spent a lot of effort to forge a century-old famous sword. Why do you hold a sword-winning conference and hand over the sword to others? Isn't this a loss?"

Lan Yu asked in confusion.

Chu Kuangren smiled and said, "Lan Yu, don't look at the Feng family's swordsmiths with thick eyebrows and big eyes. They are like big old men. In fact, they can manage this whole sword worship city. How stupid can they be?"

"Where would they make a loss-making business?"

"In the first place, this sword-winning conference can attract a large number of swordsmen to worship Sword City, which greatly boosts the economic income of the restaurants, inns and other industries in the city, and also allows the swordsmiths to sell more swords."

"Secondly, when the reputation of the Sword City became famous, and the swordsmen who used the century-old famous swords to make friends with the world's most powerful swordsmen said that they were short-handed, those swordsmen who obtained the century-old swords actually owed the Feng family's favor."

"Spiritual stones, fame, connections, just a sword, all of them were taken up in a sword-winning contest, do you still think they are at a loss now?"

Chu Kuangren said slowly, Lan Yu thoughtfully beside him, and said, "Young Master is right, as expected, they are all human beings."

Just as Chu Kuangren and Lan Yu were talking, a powerful aura suddenly erupted from the scene of the Sword Seizing Conference below.

I saw a young man's figure flashed and came to the ring, the sword flow around his body, and a tyrannical rhyme poured out.

"Under Li Xingchen, please enlighten me."

The young man who came to power was Li Xingchen.

And Chu Kuangren glanced at him and said with a smile: "He really went up, no matter what, just look at the power of the star Taoist body."

When Li Xingchen reminisced about the old days with Chu Kuangren, he said that he had little interest in the century-old famous swords, but he wanted to join in the fun and take this opportunity to compete with the swordsmen in the world to test his strength.

"Li Xingchen of Baiyulou, let me meet you for a while!" A young man swept onto the ring, and he was also a arrogant genius.

"Please."

Li Xingchen handed over, and then took out a sword, with stars and rhythms flowing around him, fighting with the arrogant that day.

Although he does not have the name of the young emperor, Li Xingchen's strength is comparable to that of the young emperor, and few of the younger generation can match him.

I saw that there was sword light flowing on Li Xingchen's body, and every sword cut seemed to be blessed by the power of stars, which was dazzling.

After a while, the Tianjiao who fought against him was defeated.

"Acceptance." Li Xingchen said with hands.

Then, looking around, he said proudly

Said: "I don't know which other Taoist friends want to come up and try?"

In the restaurant, Chu Kuangren smiled and said, "It's not the same with the old grandfather. It is indeed much stronger than three years ago."

According to his estimation, Li Xingchen is probably similar to young emperors such as Lin Batian and Ao Cang, and his combat power is comparable to that of the Venerable.

Even stronger than the ordinary Venerable, even if you encounter the Supreme-level strong, you can still make a few moves.

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Just when the Swordsmanship Conference was in full swing.

In a valley in Baijian City, the temperature in the valley is very high, the furnaces used for refining are standing, and the sound of gold and iron clashing is endless.

Dozens of swordsmiths were busy working shirtless.

"Why are there so few people in Tianhuo Valley today?" A swordsmith looked around and couldn't help but wonder.

"It's not the sword-snatching conference yet, all those people went to watch the fun," said a black-haired man carrying a hammer.

"Tsk, I don't know who the sword master of Tiangang Sword will be."

"It won't be you anyway."

"You can't say that. No matter what, the Tiangang sword was also cast here. Strictly speaking, I should be regarded as the creator of the Tiangang sword, so I'll be concerned about what happened."

"It's one of the creators." The black-haired man corrected.

"Don't talk about Tiangang, how many famous swords of the past dynasties did not come out of Tianhuo Valley? Boy, before you came here, we didn't know how many century-old swords were sent away."

A swordsmith laughed and patted the grumbling swordsmith on the shoulder.

At this moment, the black-haired man carrying the heavy hammer frowned and looked out of the valley, "It seems that there is some movement."

The words fell, and the masked monks rushed into the valley one by one, and the black-haired man's face changed greatly when he saw this, "No, there are enemies!!"