Chapter 411

The people talked again, and they were more excited to see the war between the superiors.

Look at this posture in the north of town. I'm not willing to send Xiuling sword out

Feng Jiuxi just wrapped up the wound on his arm for the small steamed stuffed bun and put him in Biyun's arms.

"Xiuling sword? What Xiuling sword?" Feng Jiuxi said suspiciously, "is that the sword in my son's hand? I only know that this is the second childe of your family who lost to my son."

Then he winked at the steamed stuffed bun and deliberately said, "son, tell me, how did you win this sword?"

Little steamed stuffed bun was a child after all. He became proud when he heard his mother talking to him with that proud look.

"It was Wu Yichen who provoked me first and forced me to compete with him. He also said that if I could win him, the Duke of Zhenbei would introduce me to Jinglin Academy." he said, glancing at the Duke of Zhenbei, "this is what the Duke himself promised a few days ago, but it's not my nonsense."

Zhenbei waits to hold his breath in his heart, neither up nor down.

Indeed, this is what he promised last time in full view of the public, and he can't go back on it anyway.

The little steamed stuffed bun continued, "not only that, but also lured me to compete with him with his family treasure. I was also struggling... Originally, Wu Yichen couldn't win, but he cheated. He said he couldn't use weapons in the competition, but he attacked me with Xiuling sword. Fortunately, mubai was there." he said, patting his chest with a sigh of relief.

This appearance made Wu Yichen angry. He suddenly thought of something and hurriedly said, "this game doesn't count! Although I used weapons, your pet went to the battlefield. In this way, you are against the law."

Thinking of this, Wu Yichen swept away his decadence.

At this stage, it doesn't matter whether you win or lose. The most important thing is Xiuling sword, which is an artifact!

Especially when he saw Xiuling sword in fengziyan's hand, even the spirit of the instrument was activated, he was even more jealous.

Xiuling sword is his own thing. Why can he give it to the person he hates most easily.

Little steamed stuffed bun was worried. At this time, he suddenly felt blessed. It seemed that there was another voice in his mind talking to himself!

"Xiuling sword has recognized you as the master. Unless the master dies, he will not change his master to others."

Little steamed stuffed bun was stunned and realized that the voice was made in his mind.

"Why don't you talk? Are you guilty?" Wu Yichen was even more proud when he saw the appearance of steamed stuffed bun, as if his embarrassment had not happened just now, and still maintained his previous pride.

Zhenbei Hou seemed to feel something. He frowned, looked at the steamed stuffed bun for a while, stared at the smaller sword in the steamed stuffed bun's hand for a while, and said nothing——

He once heard from his father that once Xiuling sword meets a cultivator who is close to him, it can stimulate the sword spirit and become the most suitable person for the sword holder, regardless of strength or shape

However, the sword was not inspired by his father, himself, or his only son Wu Yichen.

But Feng Ziyan... A child over three years old did it, which made him hardly believe his eyes.