C8 The sword belongs to the Ghost King Zhenren

Old Mo had just finished speaking when a person suddenly stood up from the stage, bringing a few young disciples with him as he walked to the bottom of the Sword Discourse Arena, "The sword, although it was you who forged it, but the rules of obtaining it cannot be settled like this, right? I am willing to pay five hundred gold taels to buy this sword, I wonder if old man is willing?" The person spoke. Old Mo took a look and saw a young man in his thirties standing below the stage. He wore a brocade green robe and had a great sword strapped to his waist. His head was held high, as though he didn't place anyone in his eyes. Old Mo only glanced at it for a moment before turning his head and saying, "I am the one who forged the sword, so I will decide on the rules. I can't see the five hundred taels of gold, if you don't follow the rules, then do you want to forcefully take it?" After the person heard this, he knew that Old Mo did not put him in his eyes and could not help but be angered. He angrily said, "Since Old Mo has said that, I shall go and get it!" Then he jumped onto the stage, followed by a few other young men. He was going to walk towards Old Mo.

At this time, a person suddenly jumped out from the crowd. After running a dozen steps, he jumped and even did a somersault in the air. Looking carefully, it was exactly one meter in front of the youngsters that they were about to leave when they saw a black shadow heavily smash in front of them. After they landed, they felt a strong internal energy coming from below and viciously hit the soles of their feet, causing them to lose their footing on the stage, involuntarily jumping up and ruthlessly falling backwards in the air. The thirty-year-old youngster landed on the ground with his foot, but still managed to take two steps back and took three steps back. The others, on the other hand, weren't as lucky as him. They only heard "dong, dong!" A few adults tumbled to the ground, wailing in pain as they stood up and walked to the back of the Sect Leader. Each of them held their buttocks and stared wide-eyed at the person who fell from the sky.

The person who descended from the sky was Radix Amaryllis Lu Daocheng. He smiled lightly, squinted his eyes and looked at the people below the stage, forcing himself to smile.

The young man in his thirties sized up Radix Amaryllis and asked him, "Who are you? "Bad things to do for laozi."

"Hehe, young man, you don't know me anymore? I am the grandfather of your father's father. Now you know who I am, right? " The Radix Amaryllis said.

"Old man, you're messing with me!" After he finished speaking, the young man was about to draw his sword and charge towards the platform.

"Young man, I advise you not to move. You can't blame others for losing your life. "

When the youth heard this, the grip on his sword loosened, and he turned around to look, it turned out that the one who spoke was a monk wearing a red and yellow monastic robe, two pairs of deep eyes, with a faint smile on his lips, and a black and white beard that reached all the way down to his chest.

The monk said again to the young man: "Benefactor wants to know who is on the stage. Go back and ask your father. Describe to him the appearance of this person on the stage. Why do you need to act so rashly? Amitabha. "Senior Brother, how have you been these past few years?"

"My body isn't well, but I can deal with these brats!" That kid from before, listen carefully. Don't use your father's power when I was young to act so domineeringly in front of this man, and not put everyone else in your eyes. If you have the courage to take it from me, don't come up and embarrass me if you don't have the courage. Let the heroes of the world laugh at you. Junior brother, I wonder if you would be willing to come up on stage and be my sword protector? "

"As senior brother wishes!" With that, the monk jumped onto the stage, landing silently like a speck of dust, like a maple leaf, like a red flower. The two elders walked up to Old Mo together. Old Mo said, "Thank you, Brother. Thank you, Master!" No need to be polite, continue. " The Radix Amaryllis said.

"I wonder who dares to step on stage to pick up a sword?" Old Mo asked again. There was another round of discussion below the stage. There were people who wanted to know who these two old men on the stage were, as well as who would be able to get the swords from them. They were whispering and it was very noisy.

"I wonder who dares to step up the stage to pick up a sword. Is there anyone who came onto the stage to pick up their swords? " Old Mo asked again.

Below the stage, there was an area where some rangers from different clans gathered. Among them, there was a young man in his twenties who was wearing a black robe. He was neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, and his face was very pretty. He slowly pushed his way through the crowd and came to the foot of the platform. He said, "I will use this sword." As he said this, he leaped up onto the stage and walked in front of Old Mo, "Manor Lord Mo, I'm willing to receive this sword."

Elder Mo sized up this young lad. With his fair face, he could tell that this young master, who had been held in such a pained state ever since he was young, had not suffered much. Old Mo asked, "Young man, you have to think this through. This is no joke. The moment you step down, it will have nothing to do with us. We will not be able to protect you."

"I've thought about it. The Chou family is not here, so I don't need to worry. "I have a blood feud. As long as I can obtain powerful strength, I am willing to give up an arm."

"You gave up your right arm!"

"It doesn't matter. I've never learned anything since I was young, I've never mastered swordsmanship, and I don't have enough kung fu. Today, I've broken this arm and started from the left!" the young man said firmly. " Please bestow a sword from the elderly! " With that, this young man knelt down on one knee, clasped his fists, and bowed deeply towards Elder Mo.

"Young people don't have to be like this. Everything will be done according to the rules, and the sword will naturally be yours." "Get up, get up." Elder Mo supported him with both hands.

The young man stood up and pulled out the sword on his back. He looked at his right arm and looked at it, but there were tears at the corner of his eyes. His left hand was trembling as he raised his head to look at the sky, "Ai!" He couldn't help but let out a long sigh. Suddenly, "Ah!" Following that, a bloody arm fell to the ground. The young man gritted his teeth as cold sweat dripped down his forehead. Blood was still seeping out from his shoulder. He used his sword to cut a piece of cloth off his robe. Trembling, he picked it up from the ground and used his hand to wrap it up.

The audience below the arena was in an uproar as they discussed amongst themselves. Most people couldn't help but admire him.

"Young people are truly people with great willpower." Elder Mo said, "Take the sword. The evil and evil spirits are yours." Elder Mo pointed at the evil spirit sword and said.

The young man walked over to the sword with heavy steps. He stroked the sword with his left hand, then tightly gripped the sword hilt and slashed down with force. He heard a sword hum, and it was extremely ear-piercing, as if tens of thousands of ghosts were wailing in pain in the world. With a "whoosh", this young man placed the evil spirit sword into the original sword sheath on his back. Placing two fingers of his left hand in his mouth, he let out a long and loud whistle. A black stallion came galloping over from afar. With a long hiss, the young man with a broken arm jumped onto the horse's back. With a sound, he galloped away. Elder Mo said, "Little fellow, bring the severed arm along with you. In your next life, you should be a complete human." He heard the young man say, "My life is no longer complete. I don't want to be human in my next life." The sound gradually reverberated between the heaven and earth. The horse's figure became smaller and smaller, and then it disappeared. Old Mo praised, "What a young hero! I just want to be a good person so that my sword won't infect your heart. "

The young man, with his arm cut off, will stand at the top of the mountain with a jug of wine, and let me drunk, and pour into the abyss, and into hell, and into the arms of the devil.

I have no heaven, for me, my heaven, is looking up, in hell looking up, looking at a false person, walking like a zombie, looking at all the common things, seeing a piece of sadness and joy, I see through the human heart, see through the cold.

Take a bottle of liquor and pour it into my heart. Let me fall into hell, let me become a devil, let me see through people's hearts, look at them when they are evil, I am a devil, we are all demons, it is the heavens that have divided us into demons.