Youyan Villa.
He is the master of forging swords and forging magical weapons in Liyang Jianghu.
On the world's sword list, most of the magical weapons on the list are from this family of craftsmanship that has been passed down for hundreds of years.
When Xu Xiaoma set foot on the rivers and lakes, even Longhu Mountain was almost flattened by Beiliang's iron hoof.
But Youyan Villa has been able to develop safely to this day.
It all depends on the other party's sect rules of being kind and charitable.
Anyone who enters the Villa can borrow a weapon made by Youyan Villa himself.
As for you not paying it back in the future.
Youyan Villa said.
If you return it, you will be regarded as a distinguished guest of the villa. If you do not return it, it will be regarded as a small gift for a chance encounter.
But if you come to Youyan Villa in the future, the Villa will not treat you as a guest.
It’s this kind of big-hearted rule.
Let this be far inferior to the Wu Family Sword Tomb in the north and the Dongyue Sword Pond in the south in terms of strength.
In terms of reputation, it is far inferior to Longhu Mountain and Youyan Villa in Huishan.
After the decline of Longhu Mountain and Huishan being blocked by the imperial court.
Became the new number one martial arts family in Liyang Jianghu.
When Wu Changqing and his party followed the scar-faced man's invitation and rushed into Youyan Villa.
The owner of Youyan Villa has already made preparations.
Hundreds of people from all walks of life were gathered, and they were all arranged in an orderly manner in front of the mountain view in the village.
This Guanwu is somewhat similar to the Daomen Taoist Temple.
They are all rooms that can accommodate about ten people.
There are various gas refining furnaces and cauldrons placed inside. In addition, there are futons that Youyan Villa has prepared for everyone.
Let everyone sit down and enjoy the next battle between the two sword gods.
"Look, this is the magnanimity of the owner of Renyouyan Villa."
"But it's much more grand than the Xuanyuan family in Huishan."
"It's a good thing that Huishan has been closed down. Otherwise, when would a sect with such a way of treating others come forward?"
The scarred-faced man pushed away a thinner young man and sat on the futon in the first row of the hall.
I also didn’t forget to pull Wu Changqing to admire him.
Wu Changqing smiled and said nothing.
Nangong Pushe and Sui Xiegu sat casually in some seats at the back.
When he came in, Sui Xiegu spoke earnestly to Nangong Pushe.
"Little girl, it's best to follow me and sit at the back."
Perhaps it was recognition of Sui Xiegu's strength.
Nangong Pushe didn't care about Sui Xiegu's "little girl" and didn't say anything more. He really followed him and sat in the back.
To know.
This is a battle between the two best sword gods in the world.
If it weren't for these gangsters who broke the rules of Youyan Villa.
Otherwise, there must be a group of people crowding towards the top of the mountain.
The closer you can get to the two sword gods, the better.
Little did I know.
This rare encounter between sword gods is rare in a hundred years.
But watching the battle around these two swordsmanship masters, you will face the risk of causing disaster.
Over the course of thousands of years in the world, there have been many people who have had a hotheaded moment, even if they fell into this situation.
"By the way, little brother, we agreed..."
The scar-faced man grinned widely and looked at Wu Changqing.
"By the way, I have to give this number to my eldest brother, right?"
"But the money is all on my two subordinates."
"Just wait, I'll get up and get it for you."
Wu Changqing made a show of getting up and walking back.
"Hey, hey, hey! Forget it, forget it."
"It's not too late to give it to me after you finish watching Sword God's Battle, little brother."
"Otherwise, once you leave, your excellent position will definitely be taken by someone else."
"So be it."
The scar-faced man didn't know that he was sincerely interested in Wu Changqing.
I still feel that this is just a short period of time. There is no way that these people can run away under my nose.
Just relax and let Wu Changqing read it first before talking.
Wu Changqing smiled and sat down again.
I don’t know how long I waited.
Just when the atmosphere in the audience started to get anxious, some people couldn't wait any longer.
Everyone felt the majestic sword intent for the first time, crossing the sky at a speed that no one could even imagine.
Coming from the west.
Everyone's eyes widened and they looked outside the door and window.
I saw a one-armed old man wearing a sheepskin fur, as if he was a god descending from the earth.
Falling from the sky, he landed gently on the top of the mountain.
With one arm behind his back, his expression was dull.
If it were normal time, anywhere, I would see such a bad old man.
No one would think that this person would be the best swordsman in the world.
At this moment, the old man in sheepskin fur descended to the top of the mountain in this domineering way.
No one would question the person's identity.
Sitting at the end, everyone was looking up, but one person lowered his head and smiled softly.
"Li Chungang, Li Chungang, I didn't expect that sixty years would pass."
"We can still meet in this way."
Sui Xiegu murmured in a low voice. The surroundings were too noisy, so he didn't care about what he said.
But the old man in sheepskin fur standing on the top of the mountain felt something in his heart.
He immediately lowered his head and looked towards the viewing room where Sui Xiegu was.
No sword in hand.
But the old man in sheepskin fur is just a touch of magic.
In the viewing room where Sui Xiegu was, the long swords of all those who were wearing swords made a buzzing sound.
It can be regarded as saying hello to this swordsman in front of Jiazi.
Sui Xiegu suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed.
He laughed so hard that he slapped his thighs.
Everyone around him gave me strange looks.
But it's just a small episode.
When the new sword god in the world is a middle-aged man who is known as the Peach Blossom Sword God.
When climbing a mountain with one sword.
Everyone involuntarily stretched their necks and widened their eyes, shocked by the magic of the opponent's sword.
He also wanted to see through how the opponent's sword worked.
"Deng, I have met Senior Li!"
Deng Tai'a, who returned from visiting immortals, still looks like an ordinary middle-aged man, even a little slovenly.
But now Deng Tai'a's sword power is abundant.
The moment the other person reaches the top of the mountain.
The entire Youyan Villa was shocked at the same time.
They were all impressed by the sword intent that was unrivaled in the world.
Who admits it.
There were tens of thousands of people in Youyan Villa, but Sui Xiegu was the only one who had this sword intention towards Deng Tai'a.
He let out a cold snort.
At the same time, the sword intent in him also exploded.
It was as if he was competing with Deng Tai'a in terms of his swordsmanship.
Originally, the people in the audience were unhappy with this nervous middle-aged man.
He was about to teach the other party a lesson.
But when the opponent's sword intent, as majestic as river water, poured out.
Nangong Pushe was completely shocked.
The others were so frightened that they paralyzed and did not dare to take a breath.
Especially the scar-faced man sitting next to Wu Changqing.
He still remembered the young master's retinue next to him.
Unexpectedly, the opponent turned out to be such a master of swordsmanship.
At this moment, he still dared to think about the money Wu Changqing promised to give him.
I just hope that after watching the battle, there will be a lot of young masters around me and not care about his previous rashness.
"Humph, Mr. Deng."
"You have mobilized so many troops and yet you insist on inviting me to fight here at Youyan Villa."
"Fight against me with so many people watching."
"What? Is your sword heart so concerned with fame?"
Li Chungang has long since passed the high-spiritedness of his youth.
Thinking back to that time, he was flying his sword across the Guangling River.
In full view of the public, he stood out from the crowd and showed off his sword-like character.
Now Deng Tai'a took the initiative to invite a fight at Youyan Villa, and wanted to fight him in full public view.
On the contrary, I feel that Deng Tai'a is too vain.
Nothing like what a sword god should look like.
He really wasn't willing to hand over this top position to this young junior easily.
"Senior misunderstood."
"The reason why we chose such a place was all Huang Longshi's idea."
"He said he wanted to fight you here mainly so that he could see that kid."
Deng Tai'a laughed softly.
In his words, the name of a great figure in the world was mentioned again.
"That boy?"
"Are you looking for him too?"
Li Chungang raised his brows slightly, and there was a little more playfulness in his eyes.
"Who wouldn't want to find someone who has broken into a house with swordsmanship today?"
"Compete with his so-called fairy sword and kendo to determine the outcome."
"With this kid here, you and I have determined the position of the so-called sword god today, but to a discerning eye, he is still not the number one swordsman."
Even though Deng Tai'a is far away from the Mianlian Guanwu on the mountainside.
But Deng Tai'a's words can be heard clearly by everyone regardless of distance.
Including Wu Changqing, who was already grinning.
