Junior brother, he is both wild and fierce

Such arrogant words made Mu Chunhua chuckle.

"is it?"

"Then I should be honored, right?"

Mu Chunhua held a long sword and stood facing the wind.

The name of this sword is Peach Blossom.

It was forged by her senior sister herself, and there were a few peach blossoms engraved on the hilt. It was a birthday gift given to her by her senior sister a few years ago.

Mu Chunhua cherishes it very much.

Mu Chunhua held a long sword in his hand, the sword exuding vigorous sword energy and was extremely sharp.

Under the stage, the weaker cultivators did not even dare to look directly at the sword.

Such a domineering sword energy made their scalps tingle at a glance.

It was as if there was a sharp sword hanging over their heads, ready to take their lives at any time.

"This sword is so powerful, it must have been made by a master weapon refiner."

"Yes, yes, although this sword looks no different from an ordinary long sword, the sharp sword energy it emits is truly terrifying."

On the high platform, Patriarch Yunlu, who had been dozing with his eyes closed out of interest, suddenly opened his eyes.

Just now he actually felt a hint of sword spirit.

He looked at the ordinary-looking sword on the stage, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

interesting.

This sword actually gave birth to a sword spirit.

It's such a waste for a young cultivator in the foundation-building stage to have such a good sword.

I wonder if this sword has recognized its master?

I remember that Hongchou just lacked a good sword.

Patriarch Yunlu stroked his chin, with a cold light in his eyes.

Ye Zhi, who was standing aside, calmly picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip.

After a long while, he spoke calmly:

"Yunlu, don't worry about the younger generation's things."

Ancestor Yunlu: “….”

Patriarch Yunlu glared at Ye Zhi with a sharp look.

He snorted coldly: "City Lord Ye, what are you talking about? How could I, Yunlu, care about the things of a junior?"

"Really?" Ye Zhi turned his head calmly and looked at Yunlu, with a look of disbelief, "Don't worry about it, this is very good."

Patriarch Yunlu, who was originally leaning on the soft couch, was so angry that he jumped to his feet because of Ye Zhi's obvious tone of disbelief.

Mad——

Because of the people around him, Patriarch Yunlu swallowed his anger.

If he could defeat the old villain, with Yunlu's character, how could he swallow this anger?

Patriarch Yunlu snorted and said disdainfully:

"That youngster is only at the Foundation Establishment stage, holding a sword with a sword spirit. I, Yunlu, just feel it's a pity that this youngster's cultivation is too weak, and he can't even use half of the power of this sword."

Then, Patriarch Yunlu looked at the foundation-building arena with a sneer.

"With such a good sword, even if I, Yunlu, don't care about it, there will be others who do. I just don't know if this young man can protect it."

Ye Zhi glanced at the arena indifferently before speaking calmly:

"This sword creature is indeed a good sword. The rank of the weapon refiner who can forge this sword is at least level seven."

"There are not many seventh-level weapon refining masters, even in the entire Yunding Continent."

"Yunlu, you have lived for nearly a thousand years. How come you have become so old and confused?"

When Patriarch Yunlu was called old in person, his face turned red with anger and he was very angry.

He clenched his fists and glared at Ye Zhi.

"Ye Zhi, what do you mean, you old man?"

"How dare you call me old?"

Patriarch Yunlu couldn't stand people saying he was old or ugly.

His enchanting and beautiful face is one of the best in the entire Yunding Continent.

"I?"

Ye Zhi glanced at Yunlu with cold eyes.

Yunlu, who was originally arrogant, suddenly fell silent.

Patriarch Yunlu muttered in his heart.

Forget it, just bear with it for now.

He can't beat this old man.

Patriarch Yunlu smiled apologetically and said, “City Lord Ye, you… you heard it wrong, hahahaha, you heard it wrong.”

Ye Zhi's voice was unremarkable: "Really?"

Patriarch Yunlu hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, I heard it wrong, I heard it wrong, hahahaha——"

At this moment, the heart of the Yunlu Patriarch was twisted, dark, crawling, and screaming crazily——

Wait until his cultivation level is higher than that of this old thief.

He would peel off this man's skin, make it into a ball, and kick it every day.

Ye Zhi sneered:

"Yunlu, you should know that this woman can be given a sword by a seventh-level weapon refiner. Her identity must be extraordinary."

"Hongchou is a pure-hearted girl. Are you sure you want to make enemies for her just for a sword?"

"The road to becoming an immortal is long and arduous."

"Yunlu, you should know that sometimes one less enemy is more important than one more friend."

Hearing this, Yunlu was stunned.

indeed.

Thinking about it carefully, Yunlu broke out in a cold sweat on his back.

Is there any cultivator in the world of immortal cultivation who doesn’t lack spiritual weapons and magical treasures?

The seventh-rank weapon refining master is a guest of honor in all major sects and a figure who can walk sideways in the entire Yunding Continent.

I heard that the Qingyun Sect, the largest sect in the world of immortal cultivation, has a mysterious weapon-making elder who is a seventh-level weapon-refining master.

It seems his name is something like Yuan...Yuan Musheng.

Although I have never heard of this woman's sect, it seems that there is really a seventh-rank weapon refiner backing her up...

It's really hard to mess with him.

That's it.

It's just a broken sword with a sword spirit.

He will find another piece of red silk later.

At this moment on the stage.

The fight between the two has reached a heated point.