Chapter 1027

The man was wearing a wide and long Taoist robe and a alchemist hat on his head. His two eyebrows were long and thin, and the corners of his eyebrows were upturned, just like a mourning eyebrow. The corners of his mouth were drooping, as if he had just died, with a sad face.

He carried a wooden sword in one hand. The whole man was like a kite in the wind. He could blow him away in a gust of wind.

The man walked to the scene, bowed his hands and said, "Zhao Wuji, the real school below..."

Before he finished, the practitioners of all the major sects on the court burst into laughter: "Fangzhen sect? What sect is this? I've never heard of it! Zhao Wuji, what a scary name!"

"Hey, man, is your wooden sword OK? Is it peach wooden sword? You'd better go to catch ghosts and draw amulets. Don't make a fool of yourself here!"

Zhao Wuji ignored them, but slowly said to Li Yundong, "immortal Li, I don't have much ability. Only the wooden sword in my hand is a magic weapon that can barely see people. I know I'm not your opponent. It's better to let my magic weapon fight with your magic weapon. Who's magic weapon wins, even if who wins?"

Before Li Yundong could speak, the practitioners of other sects burst into laughter: "man, are you right? Take your broken wooden sword and fight the seven treasure channeling fan!"

"I see, the wooden sword will be broken in two rounds!"

Li Yundong listened to the ridicule of the people, but saw that Zhao Wuji didn't take it to heart at all. In his heart, he said to himself: no three-thirds, he didn't dare to go to Liangshan. This man must hold on!

Li Yundong smiled and said, "OK!" then he threw the seven treasure psychic fan into the sky.

The Qibao psychic fan suddenly jumped into the air, and all the fan leaves opened with a Shua. The golden Sanskrit on each fan leaf emits dazzling golden light, which is dazzling even in broad daylight.

Zhao Wuji saw that the seven treasures psychic fan was majestic and released golden brilliance in mid air, as if inviting war. He also took a deep breath, chanted words in his mouth, put his fingers in his mouth and bit hard. After biting the blood on his fingertips, he painted the blood on the wooden sword.

In an instant, the wooden sword suddenly came back to life and twisted itself, as if desperately sucking Zhao Wuji's blood, and Zhao Wuji's face became more and more sad and aging, and his two eyebrows drooped more severely.

Zheng Yuan, the leader of the Yin Yang sect of Mount Wuhua, is the oldest practitioner here and the most senior practitioner with the highest score. He is well-informed. When he saw that the sword sucks blood so much, he immediately lost his voice and said, "Jiuyin locust wood sword!"

There were practitioners close to him. They turned their heads to him one after another. They didn't seem to understand what kind of magic weapon the nine Yin locust wood sword was, which surprised him so much.

Ding Nan was very good at observing words and colors, and immediately asked, "master, what is the Jiuyin locust wood sword? I only heard of peach wood as a sword, but I haven't heard of locust wood as a sword. Can locust wood also be used to make weapons?"

Zheng Yuan was very satisfied with Ding Nan's cleverness. He looked at Ding Nan and thought: Ping'er has become a lot cleverer after she came back to life!