The attitude of the disciples of the Demon Sect not only scared the challengers, but also the players of the Demon Sect were scared.

Especially among the challengers, there are a few who are just talking...

Lu Xun sat on the high platform, his eyes swept around the angry outer disciples, and then locked on Ji Li.

Ji Li looked very angry, her chest was so angry that she could not calm down, and the waves rose again and again.

If she was outside the sect, she might have drawn her sword and taught them to be human.

Just you guys are worthy of being compared with my future husband?

After she was angry for a while, she looked up at the platform and saw Lu Xun communicating with Mao Nanbei with a smile, looking like he was chatting and laughing, without any impact.

The right and wrong are judged immediately.

In fact, Mao Nanbei said that she won the bet, and Lu Xun smiled and promised her to make her dessert.

This may be the price of petting a cat girl.

On the challenge stage, the new practitioner who had just threatened to challenge Lu Xun couldn't help but shrink his neck, a little scared by this big scene.

Only a man who looked very dark in his head and rough in his skin did not retreat, but instead took a step forward towards the Demon Sect and slowly raised the long sword in his hand.

His sword is a bronze sword, and it has no tip.

It seems that the tip of the sword is not broken, but that it has no tip of the sword when it is forged.

Therefore, it looks a bit special.

The man placed the bronze sword horizontally in front of him, then dragged it up with both hands, and his whole body kept bent downward, bent to nearly ninety degrees.

As soon as this action was made, Lu Xun didn't understand it, but the great practitioners present were slightly moved.

Shen Yan sent a message to Lu Xun and said, "Uncle Junior, this is the highest etiquette among sword cultivators in ancient times. He is asking you to give me advice. If you are willing to discuss with him, you will be considered his half-teacher."

"Of course, uncle, this is one-sided. You don't need to perform any of the duties of masters to him."

"I didn't expect that there are still young sword cultivators who understand the etiquette of ancient times." Shen Yan sighed: "I don't know which sect he came from."

When Lu Xun heard this, he became a little interested.

The man still held the bronze sword in both hands and spoke in a deep voice: "Marquis Wu of Jianchi, please give me advice!"

As soon as these words came out, a slight commotion was triggered on the high platform.

Many great practitioners began to communicate with people nearby.

"Sword Pool?" Lu Xun was also stunned for a moment.

He vaguely remembered that this was the ancient sword cultivator holy land, and later gradually declined.

Later, some players obtained secret books left by the sword pool in the secret realm.

According to legend, the founder of the Sword Sect also has a close relationship with the Sword Pool.

The reason why the great practitioners who came to watch the ceremony on the high platform was shocked was that they did not expect that there was a successor in the sword pool.

Hasn’t this sect disappeared into the long river of history?

Fake?

The most shocking ones were the visitors from Yijian Mountain and Wanjian Mountain.

The sword pool is the former sacred place of sword cultivator, and Yijian Mountain and Wanjian Mountain are the current sacred place of sword cultivator, which is a bit like the old king and the new king.

The elders of Yijian Mountain and Wanjian Mountain used their spiritual sense to investigate the man named Wuhou, who claimed to be the descendant of Jianchi, and found that this was the fifth year of his entry into his practice, and his cultivation level had just entered the first realm.

In their eyes, this qualification is considered very bad.

The successor of the sword pool?

Even if it is the true successor of the Sword Pool, so what?

She thought she could not do this.

Could it be... Lu Xun is just doing screening?

Eliminate a group of people who are not worthy of his attack, and leave behind those who can reach at least three feet around him?

Well, that should be the case.

"This is not bad. Accepting some challenges from cats and dogs will make it seem less expensive." Xiao Ran said in her heart.

"This uncle is quite interesting."

She sat dignifiedly beside Zhao Suihan, looking like a lady from a wealthy family, but in fact there was a fire of war in her heart.

I want to fight too.

It's so boring to sit here.

Both of my axes are already hungry/thirsty!

It's just that she is here to be a guest, and there is no reason to end up.

On the ring, Lu Xun smiled slightly, looked gentle and elegant, without any inspiration on his body.

He said, "It's time to start."

The sword cultivators were still stunned, and the Marquis of the Sword Pool had already taken the lead in drawing the sword without any hesitation!

However, his sword looked slow, almost the same speed as an ordinary warrior, and he didn't look like a cultivator at all.

The bronze sword without the tip of the sword attacked Lu Xun, and his face, which was deeply raised, was full of seriousness.

The other sword cultivators set out their swords later than him, but approached Lu Xun earlier than him.

Some people approach with swords, while others pinch sword techniques with their hands and perform the technique of flying swords.

Seventeen swords, all kinds, long and short, wide and narrow, and they stabbed towards Lu Xun, who was standing in the middle of the ring.

And he held the scabbard and did not move.

As we all know, Lu Xun, as a natural sword-born baby, has never set a sword on anyone so far.

Even Ye Sui'an never forced him to draw his sword.

The same is true at this moment.

He turned the scabbard with his fingers, then held it and placed it behind him.

He just glanced at these seventeen swords and did not make any unnecessary moves.

Just one glance.

And in the next moment, these seventeen swords...

——Everyone stopped!

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Chapter completed!