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"Wow, it's beautiful!"

"As expected of Marshal Feipeng's sword, it is extraordinary!"

There was no shortage of dark-suppressors present, and even a few meters away, they could still feel that the quality of the sword was good, and it was the best spiritual equipment of the lunar class.

The specific beauty is that you don't understand it well, you have to get started to know it.

Wen Jiu was first shocked by the beauty of the treasured sword. It is indeed a remarkable historical object, and its quality looks great.

But it is far from the real sword "Wanli".

The first is the length, just one meter long...

You must know that the saber on Wen Jiu's back is almost mopping the floor when it is placed at an angle.

The second is embellishment, Marshal Feipeng's sword doesn't need so many gems, jade, and broken silver embellishments.

This is not to blame for the poor eyesight of the Tianmu family. They have never really fought against Marshal Fei Peng. It is estimated that they checked some historical documents, and there are few descriptions of the battle against Dao Wanli.

In addition, the precious sword in front of him is indeed not a vulgar thing, and it belongs exclusively to Marshal Fei Peng.

Mu Chutian brought the Tianmu family's dark fighters into the Marshal's mansion to move things. The treasured sword was obtained from the most noble independent shelf in Marshal Feipeng's residence, which showed his status even more.

Guessing wrong is really not wrong.

Looking at the guests present, it is estimated that they must be of the VIP level in the inner hall, and only some of them can see the way.

Especially the old Patriarch, with an obvious look of astonishment, he turned his head and exchanged glances with the distinguished guests, and smiled meaningfully.

So far, Wen Jiu felt that this was the case.

Mu Chutian was still talking like a clown, but in fact, the core staff in the banquet hall had a clear mind and were just putting on a show to sell the Tianmu family's face.

This is much more embarrassing than being exposed on the spot.

Mu Yuandong went home and told his son that Mu Chutian was so ashamed that he committed suicide.

"Master Mu is amazing!"

After all, there are only a small number of people with excellent eyesight. Many young talents in the outer hall who have made good friends with Mu Chutian began to praise them, and there were also celebrities who gave them secret glances.

This made Mu Chutian, who was kept in the dark, ecstatic.

"Hahaha, I'm not as exaggerated as you are. In fact, I wasted a lot of effort with the cooperation of the two seniors."

"Oh, tell everyone quickly, that's Xie Sha on the wanted list!"

Mu Fengshuang stared at the treasured sword with burning eyes, and Phoenix Flower also focused on Mu Chutian, surrounded by the Patriarch of the Mu family and distinguished guests.

Mu Chutian deeply felt that as a leading figure among the elite of his generation, he must show his demeanor.

"Marshal Feipeng is powerful, but he is not invincible. At that time, I asked an old senior to lurk from the side, and first tried my best to block the commander's blow."

It has to be boasted, Mu Chutian is a good storyteller, he told the story that he personally experienced the battlefield, even though he borrowed the power of his family seniors, he was also unparalleled in bravery, and he was inseparable from the fight with Marshal Fei Peng.

"However, an evil thing is always an evil thing. How can animals be deceitful? Stop laughing!"

Speaking of refreshing, Mu Chutian even used the classics to make a judgment in an ancient style, the more he said, the more exaggerated it was, which was quite superior.

"Hello!"

Wen Jiu, who was going to ignore the clown, really couldn't take it anymore.

You can invite credit for whatever you like, but you actually use the name of a beast to describe Marshal Feipeng!

Perhaps the behavior of evil things is not as good as that of animals, but Commander Feipeng still retains his humanity, and he has not left Feipeng Pass to kill anyone in three hundred years.

Taking a ten thousand step back, Mu Chutian despises the intelligence of evil spirits, which is equivalent to insulting the dark fighters who conquered the "source of disaster" in history.

By the way, Wen Jiu was scolded.

This can bear it! ?

A glance at the clock leader them.

I'm sorry, I can't bear it, I'm not pretending to be X, I'm real X.

Group leader Zhong and the others nodded repeatedly: You are awesome, you should speak first.

In fact, they were also angry. Mu Chutian described Feipeng Pass as easy to break. Are all the dark fighters in the Tianma city group idiots?

"Why?" Mu Chutian, who was in high spirits, was very upset when someone interrupted his speech.

Considering that the guests who can come to Mu's house to participate in the banquet are not easy, he still observed Wen Jiu patiently.

Strange overalls and combat uniforms, a big knife that doesn't match the system on the back is tightly tied with bandages.

No traces of family crests, family crests, etc. were found, and members of the big family were excluded first;

Unofficial Sower dress, excluding strategy department and three groups of members.

"Who are you?"

"This year's strategy academy freshman."

"Pfft." Mu Chutian sneered, but he also knew that he couldn't laugh at the entire Strategy Academy, "What advice, little classmate, do you have?"

"I want you to see the sword of Marshal Fei Peng, Wan Li."

The hall froze again, and everyone's attention shifted from Mu Chutian to Wen Jiu.

Full of suspicion and pity, he felt that this student was going to die, and the treasured sword just now was obviously the real thing.

Looking behind the student, it is the sealing tape encapsulating the 'turbid device', an upgraded version of the top configuration of the sealing talisman.

This person can't come to the banquet with the "turbid weapon" version of the commander's sword...

"Hahaha, you are so funny!"

Mu Chutian and the few people around him were happy.

Mu Shenzhou silently covered his face in the corner: It's over, Wen Jiu really used the street stalls to show off, although it's obviously not a sword, but it's better than the street stalls...

Do you want to make a move first to knock Wen Jiu unconscious and take him away.

Mu Shenzhou felt bitter. With this student's strength, it seemed that he would not be so easily knocked out.

"Come, come, let everyone see!"

"Show your sword!"

Everyone booed, ridiculed more, and had real expectations.

Xu Bafang and the others really wanted to see Marshal Feipeng's imperial saber, their necks stretched so long.

The little secretary came close to Wen Jiu, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, in case of downfall, she just wanted to grab Wen Jiu with her face masked and run away, and she was already mentally prepared to be banned from drinking for two years by the young lady.

"Look good."

From Feipeng pass back to Linglong ancient town with the saber on his back, the three seal talismans couldn't hold back the domineering evil psionic energy at that time, Wen Jiu knew very well that the courage of the saber is by no means a superficial jewel.

The three seal talismans were removed, and the seal cloth had just peeled off from the handle to the hand guard, and the evil spirit energy accumulated in it could no longer be suppressed.

Bang——

With Wen Jiu at the center, a cloudy wind blew up, and the deep cold touch was accompanied by restlessness and heat.

Contradictory, but not contradictory.

The battlefield is like this, crazy, passionate, and cold reality.

Before Patriarch Mu moved, a female figure jumped within two steps of Wen Jiu.

The phoenix flower took out the feathers and waved the fan lightly, the fragrant wind blew by, and the formation was activated to isolate the influence of evil spirits on the guests.

It's just that the evil psionic energy on the 'turbid device' actually has the momentum to drag the weaker into a desperate illusion!

The sound of the knife is like the neighing of a golden-winged roc, and the eagle strikes the sky, traveling thousands of miles, leading everyone back to the cruel battlefield without urban agglomerations and advanced equipment more than 300 years ago.

The border gate is proudly built, and the ancient city of Xuehe Town.

Marshal Feipeng brought soldiers to fight against the evil swarms year after year, stabilize the border, and expand the territory.

There are not a few such heroes in history, who shouldered the heavy responsibility of saving the world with their flesh and blood, and only now have today's partial peace.

The saber Wanli has been sheathed, and the restless evil-type psionic energy reveals a bit of warmth in the ending rhyme.

Marshal Feipeng created three styles and deeply integrated them into the sword.

Breeze, moon, homecoming...