Chen Qing smiled mysteriously again. "It's not a baseless rumor. There's a rumor that Gongzi Mo is especially fond of men. He once gathered prodigies from all over the Great Si Region and sent them to his Northern Heaven Immortal Continent. He said that he was nurturing them, but in reality, they were all taken care of by him so that he could enjoy their beauty at any time.
"For example, these handsome youths who came out right now might be his male pets."
Although Jian Wushuang remained expressionless, he actually felt a chill in his heart.
Looking at the twenty-odd handsome youths who walked out, there was an imperceptible feminine aura between their brows. It seemed to indirectly prove that what Chen Qing said was true.
"Whatever he likes has nothing to do with us. Next, we'll leave immediately after we find the Heaven-Patterned Bone Armor. We'll try our best not to get into a fight," Jian Wushuang said softly.
Chen Qing and Chun Qiu nodded and did not say anything else.
The three of them were now Immortal Continent guards who were on duty in the Heavenly Hall. In addition, they had changed their appearances to be extremely ordinary. They were the kind that could not be picked out in a crowd.
Therefore, they stood by the two huge pillars on both sides of the hall and acted as guards.
Jian Wushuang originally did not plan to enter the hall. He planned to walk around the Heavenly Hall, but in the end, Lady Silver Bell disrupted his plan.
Standing on one side of the huge pillar, he cast his gaze towards the center of the hall, at the group of handsome youths who were performing the sword dance attentively.
The so-called sword dance was more ornamental than practical. Although each of them had a stable sword momentum, they lacked decisiveness and sharpness. Clearly, they were just there for show.
Although the group of handsome youths were all rare seedlings who used the sword, Jian Wushuang clearly did not have the heart to appreciate them.
If one wanted to cultivate the Way of the Sword, the most important thing was to have a bit of Xiantian Qi in one's heart from childhood. It was the foundation.
At the end of the day, all things were vast, and various Daos emerged one after another. Although the Way of the Sword was special, it did not escape the rules of the Great Dao. Naturally, seedlings of the Way of the Sword would also appear with the flow of time.
All of this naturally did not affect Jian Wushuang's state of mind at all.
Hugging the soft and seemingly boneless Silver Bell, the drunken Gongzi Mo smiled as he watched the sword dance performance. He seemed to be extremely satisfied.
"It's so boring. It's so boring," Yin Ling, who was sitting at the head of the table, said in dissatisfaction.
Hearing this, Gongzi Mo retracted his gaze. "What's wrong, Yin Ling? Are you not satisfied?"
Yin Ling pursed her lips. "Of course I'm not satisfied. Do you know how many times I've watched it? Why don't you try something new?"
"Alright, alright. We'll do as you say." Gongzi Mo said dotingly.
Yin Ling pouted as if she was thinking of something new. Then, she glanced into the hall.
Before Jian Wushuang could retreat, he heard a slightly excited voice. "Oh no," Jian Wushuang said in his heart, "I'm sorry.
"You're the one. That idiot from before, step forward." Yin Ling stood up, and her slender hand suddenly pointed at him.
Jian Wushuang was speechless. He could only brace himself and walk to the center of the hall.
The haziness in Gongzi Mo's eyes faded a little. He looked at the ordinary-looking young guard standing in the middle of the hall and felt a sense of deja vu.
However, he didn't think too much about it. After all, at this time, it was most important to win Yin Ling's favor.
After pointing out Jian Wushuang, Yin Ling looked around slowly. Finally, she found another young guard who was also inconspicuous on the other side.
"It's the two of you. I can feel that both of you are extraordinary people. Why don't you put on a show here?" Yin Ling's lips curled into a smile. At the same time, she waved her sleeves. Two Daoists pulled out two real swords and threw them to the two people.
Jian Wushuang reached out to catch the real swords. He frowned slightly. He didn't like this feeling very much, especially the feeling of being ordered around.
If it wasn't for the urgent matter at hand, Jian Wushuang might have already wanted to kill Yin Ling.
He restrained all his emotions and looked at the young guard who was also called out.
Jian Wushuang didn't see any emotions in his eyes. It was as if he didn't care about anything.
"Let's begin. Please do your best. If it's not exciting enough, there might be a punishment." Yin Ling sat on the seat of honor and chuckled.
Chen Qing, who was hiding beside the giant pillar, gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it. If there's really no other choice later, I'll be the first to kill this woman!"
"Count me in." Chun Qiu's eyes were cold. He seemed to be ready. As soon as Jian Wushuang gave the signal, he would immediately make a move.
At this moment, only Jian Wushuang and the young guard were confronting each other in the entire magnificent main hall.
He stood with his sword in hand. His aura was restrained, like a supreme sword intent waiting to be unleashed.
Facing any potential enemy, he would always go all out. This was a habit that Jian Wushuang had developed during his long cultivation journey.
Even in the current spar, he didn't relax at all.
The young guard who was also standing with his sword in hand stood in the distance. His eyes, which should have belonged to a young man, showed an extremely unmatched old look at a certain moment.
Naturally, this instant change was also seen by Jian Wushuang.
However, without waiting for him to think, the young guard took the lead and slashed down with his sword.
Jian Wushuang raised his sword to deal with it. The two blades clashed and emitted a crisp sound.
In just an instant, thick sword intent scattered and swept up in all directions!
Although it was just a single exchange, in an instant, they had already exchanged thousands of blows!
Jian Wushuang was secretly shocked. Since when could the Sword Dao of an ordinary Derived Immortal be evenly matched with his?
He simply didn't have time to think. The young guard raised his sword and slashed fiercely. On his extremely indifferent face, there was an imperceptible ruthlessness.
With a slash of his sword, he barely forced him back a few steps. Jian Wushuang's gaze was somewhat cold.
The killing intent that the young guard hid under his indifferent expression and tried his best to control was emerging bit by bit.
At this point, he began to be certain that the young guard in front of him was definitely not a guard of the Northern Heaven Immortal State!
In other words, the guy in front of him should be like Jian Wushuang and the other two. He should have disguised himself and snuck in.
An uncertain thought rose in Jian Wushuang's mind.
The two true swords once again collided fiercely. The aftershock of the explosion caused by the point of collision directly swept away all the clouds in the Sky Hall.
Putting all his strength on the real sword in his hand, Jian Wushuang's figure approached the young guard.
"No matter what your goal is, it's best not to have any ideas about me."
The young guard's figure was slightly startled. His pair of turbid eyes were filled with doubt and scrutiny as he quickly glanced at Jian Wushuang. Then, he suddenly retreated more than 100 feet away.
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