The young swordsman sneered and said, "Swords are all used to kill people. But only a sword that is sharp enough can kill people. If the sword is not sharp enough, it can only be killed.

When facing challenges, you don’t even dare to draw your sword. Your sword must not be sharp enough. But you say you can kill someone, who will believe it?"

"I don't need anyone to believe it, and those who should believe it will naturally believe it!"

A hint of coldness flashed in Lin Pingzhi's eyes.

Behind the crowd, Zuo Yi looked at this scene with fun, and the conversation between the two seemed a bit familiar.

This swordsman didn't know where he came out, and he was so tired of living.

Over the past year, Xiao Linzi has made great progress in practicing the evil-repelling sword technique. He has already possessed first-class strength and his murderous aura has become heavier and heavier. If he had not been dissuaded by him, he would have gone to Yanjing to make a big fuss.

This swordsman actually dared to stop Lin Pingzhi from comparing his sword, but he was afraid he wouldn't know how he died.

At this moment, the tall young swordsman inadvertently turned his body down, which made Zuo Yi see half of his face.

Zuo Yi's pupils contracted slightly, and he saw that his face was covered with dense green patterns, which looked ferocious and terrifying, as if he was an alien man.

In the bull and horse market, it is not uncommon for alien races with blue faces and tattoos, but most of them use scimitars, but not many of them use swords.

The swordsman's slightly drunken eyes were as lazy and indifferent as if he had endless aspirations, which were as solid as the essence, making people unable to look at them.

This is obviously a master of swordsmanship!

Hey!

wrong!

Zuo Yi stared at the long sword behind the swordsman again. The sword that seemed to be demonic, with golden swallows, inlaid with thirteen bean-sized pearls, exuding a strange aura, as if symbolizing the end of the sword path and death.

This swordsman, this sword...

Damn it!

Zuo Yi was a little afraid to think about it, and just felt that he was wrong.

Impossible!

How could he appear here?

Or, how could he have in this world?

Seeing Lin Pingzhi's patience gradually losing his patience and being so aroused that he was about to draw his sword, Zuo Yi did not dare to delay any longer and hurried forward.

"Pingzhi, what are you doing here?"

"Big brother?"

When Lin Pingzhi saw Zuo Yi coming, his eyes lit up slightly, and the murderous aura on his body disappeared, and he said, "Brother, I am here to congratulate you on your joy of moving in. I didn't expect to meet this weird guy on the way and insist on competing with me for swords."

"oh?"

Zuo Yi looked at the young swordsman and clasped his fists and said, "This brother, today's sunny and the weather is sunny. It's really too bad to compare swords or something.

I think my brother is also a good wine person. There are just a few jars of fine wine in the lower house. Why not invite me to come and have a few drinks at the lower house and have a wine-cooking and sword-making competition? Wouldn't it be nice!"

The young swordsman's eyes were not wafty at all, and he smiled coldly: "The good weather is suitable for sword comparisons. Only those who are still alive after sword comparisons are worthy of drinking good wine. After drinking good wine, go to find a woman. All the joys of life are like this.

I think you are also a martial arts master, but unfortunately you don’t use a sword, so I don’t want to talk to you.”

I……

Zuo Yi's face froze and he was choked.

From the eyes of this young swordsman, he felt a faint contempt. This damn... Is this young master actually discriminated against? It's simply outrageous!

He had just visited Ren Yingying and had no intention of taking action, and he didn't think Ren Yingying and Lu Zhuweng deserved his sword, so he put the sword at home. Now it seems that he has made a mistake.

"Hmph! Is it amazing that you use a sword? You dare to despise my elder brother! I don't teach you a lesson!"

Lin Pingzhi couldn't help but get angry, and immediately drew out his sword and was about to take action.

Zuo Yi quickly persuaded him, "Pingzhi, don't be impulsive! Why bother with a drunk man? Let's go!"

At this time, the young swordsman shook his head and smiled, "The coward's brother is indeed a coward, it's really boring.

Forget it, if you don’t compare, you won’t compare. It’s boring to win if you’re a coward.”

"Who are you calling a coward? If you have the courage, say another word!"

Lin Pingzhi couldn't help but breathe fire and said to Zuo Yi: "Brother, don't stop me. Today I must teach this guy who is ignorant of the world!"

Zuo Yi hesitated for a while and did not stop him.

He actually wanted to see how good this young swordsman is and whether he was the one he guessed.

He nodded: "Okay, but Pingzhi, don't be careless. This person is a master of swordsmanship."

"I will."

Lin Pingzhi nodded, stepped forward, and looked at the young swordsman coldly: "Come on, ugly ghost! My Lin Pingzhi is what you wish today, letting you die under the evil-proof sword technique of my Lin family!"

"Ugly?"

The young swordsman smiled in surprise, but his laughter stopped abruptly, his eyes were cold and cold.

He threw away the wine jar, his sword was unsheathed, pointing to the ground obliquely.

The slender and cold sword body shines with the sunset rays, like blood and training, and the cold air is forcing people.

call!

An invisible sword aura rippled up, cutting the surrounding air. Within a few meters, it seemed to turn into a sword domain, and there were actually scratches on the ground.

Some people around who were watching the fun couldn't help but be scared and quickly retreated and exclaimed.

Lin Pingzhi couldn't help but shrink his pupils slightly and his face became solemn.

He held the sword tightly, but did not take action immediately, because he suddenly realized that he had no idea how to start!

Facing this ugly and weird swordsman, it seems that no matter how you set out your sword, it will be futile.

This feeling is strange, but it is also very real, it was the first time he encountered it in his life...

As for Zuo Yi behind him, his heart was even more turbulent, and he felt like he was a doggy.

Yan Shisan!

This young swordsman is most likely Yan Shisan from his youth!

The sword is very similar to the legendary bone poison sword.

What's going on with Konima?

Yan Shisan comes from the sword of the third young master of the ancient hero.

The martial arts level in his world must be higher than that of the Smiling and Proud Wanderer, and the martial arts world written by Gu Daxia is not the same system as the martial arts world of Jin Daxia.

Zuo Yi suddenly realized that he seemed to have overlooked something, something very critical.

"System! Come out for me! Didn't you say that only if I become the number one in the world in this world can I unlock a higher world? What's going on with this Yan Shisan right now?"

System: What the host sees is not Yan Shisan, but a world seed. The force value of the world seed will be limited to the current main world and will not have a significant impact on the current main world.

Zuo Yi: "World Seed? What does it mean?"

System: Seeds will grow, bloom and bear fruit. The time of intervention of the host when unlocking a new world in the future depends on the growth status of the seeds...

Zuo Yi felt something: "I seem to understand a little. In this way, Lu Weng, Wei Zhongxian, and the King of the Qingcheng Sect, and...my mother, they may all be the seeds of the world.

Only through these seeds can I unlock the world behind them.

But in this way, I killed Weng Lu, does it mean that I have lost a world option forever..."

System: In the same world, it may not only manifest one seed, it may not be a human, it may also be a thing...

Zuo Yi listened to the systematic explanation and thought about the pros and cons in his mind.

According to the system, as long as you reach the world's number one in the world, you can choose the seed of the world, unlock a certain high martial arts world, and choose fusion or dungeon shuttle.

But time passes, and seeds are growing.

If he unlocks it early, he will be exposed to the early world. If he unlocks it late, he will be the late world. The gap between them is naturally outrageous.

This is like the Fengyun World where King Nie Ren is located. If it is unlocked now, it will be the early stage of Fengyun.

In addition to Xiao Sanxiao, and several old monsters such as Di Shitian, the later famous figures are still a group of weak pussy. The teenager Nie Renwang can beat him with one hand, and Xiongba may be playing with mud.

But if he goes in a few decades later, let alone King Nie Ren, he may not be able to beat even King Nie Feng, the son of King Nie Ren.

After all, the gap in the martial arts value between Xiaonao and Fengyun World is too big, so the growth rate is naturally different.

This is so bad... so painful!

A sense of urgency arises naturally.

Zuo Yi suddenly realized that his time might not be really abundant. The seeds of the world are growing, but he has not even played with the world's laughter and proud world.

No, I have to speed up the time later...

I don't have time to think too much now.
Chapter completed!