The Yun Family's Ninth Child Is An Imp!

Yun Chujiu regained her senses and heard the person on the stage say, “I heard that the nameless sword sect has two sword forging masters. I wonder if there are any swords that are better than the wind shadow sword in my hand?”

Elder Duanmu and elder Dongfang were both in the VIP seats. They frowned when they heard this. This was the first time they had encountered such a situation.

The two of them wanted to ignore it, but they did not expect that the person on the stage would speak more and more arrogantly and harshly. His words implied that elder Duanmu and elder Dongfang were cowards.

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Elder Duanmu had a bad temper to begin with, so how could he endure it? He immediately left the VIP seats and went onto the high platform.

He didn’t say anything. He just took out a sword that glowed with a cold light from his storage ring.

The expression of the person who had been clamoring earlier changed slightly. He was afraid of comparing goods. The Moon Shadow Sword in his hand was not bad, but it was not as good as the sword in elder Duanmu’s hand.

Elder duanmu snorted. Just as he was about to leave the stage, the person took out another sword and said contemptuously, “The Moon Shadow Sword I used just now was just for fun. This blood-devouring sword is what I’m proud of.”

Everyone’s gaze fell on the blood-devouring sword in the man’s hand, especially elder duanmu, who was on the stage. His eyes were filled with disbelief.

The blood-devouring sword was as thin as paper, and the grooves on its body were faintly red. Elder Duanmu could even feel the killing intent coming from it.

Elder Duanmu knew that he had lost. If the thousand-cleaving sword had not been stolen, he might have been able to compete with the blood-devouring sword. was he going to admit defeat just like that?

He represented the reputation of the nameless sword sect. If he admitted defeat, how would the reputation of the sect be preserved? !

The laymen watched the show, but the experts knew the ropes. Elder Dongfang’s expression changed as well. He had a pretty good sword in his hand, but if they were to compete, it could not be compared to the blood-devouring sword in that person’s hand.

What was the background of this person? Logically speaking, he knew all of the reputable sword forgers in the northern continent. Why would such a person suddenly appear?

Although elder Dongfang knew that he would lose if he went on stage, he couldn’t just watch elder Duanmu fight head-on. Just as he was about to go on stage, something unexpected happened.

Seeing that elder Duanmu remained silent, the person on the stage suddenly raised his sword and stabbed at Elder Duanmu. Elder Duanmu subconsciously picked up the sword in his hand to resist, and with a crack.., the sword in elder Duanmu’s hand was actually cut in half by that person.

Then, that person abruptly retreated and leaped out of elder Duanmu’s attack range, with a fake smile, he said, “Elder Duanmu, please forgive me for my offense! However, I just want to verify whose sword is better between the two swords. Now that the winner has been decided, please go back!”

Elder Duanmu’s face turned red and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood. As the saying goes, the sword is with the person, and the Broken Sword is the biggest insult to the sword practitioner.

In terms of spiritual power, that person was far from being elder Duanmu’s match. However, under the watchful eyes of the public, if elder Duanmu killed him, it was inevitable that he would leave something to talk about. However, if he did nothing, he really could not swallow his anger.

Yun Chujiu, who was standing at the wonton stall to watch the commotion, said to the old couple, “Elders, I’ll go up and take care of that frog at the bottom of the well. I’ll come back and chat with you guys later.”

The old man and the old lady looked at each other. Was this little girl crazy?