The other party's tone of words did not shake Li Yunsheng's view of himself, even if there were fairy Zhilan of Zhuque Pavilion and the Lord of Xuanwu Pavilion in front of him.

He said nothing, walked straight to the bottom of Jianshan, reached out to grab the sword closest to, and pulled it out without saying a word.

"Old Six."

However, before Li Yunsheng could exert force, Zhang Antai held down his hand.

"They are kidding with you. The swords in the sword tomb have a master during their lifetime. If they don't want to, no one can pull them out."

The junior brother in front of him was about to make a fool of himself in front of these people. The senior brother Zhang Antai couldn't stand it. He turned his eyes to Zhu Bailian as he said, as if he wanted to say to the other party: "Stop it at the right time."

Zhu Bailian is also a personal talent. Although Zhang Antai just gave him a look, he immediately understood what he meant.

"Yes, Yunsheng, I'll open..."

"Who is kidding?!"

He didn't want to have a very stale relationship with Bai Yunguan, so he took this opportunity to ease up and sell Zhang Antai a favor.

But before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Zhu Haoxuan.

"Didn't your junior brother be so sensible just now? Why has it become a joke now? Can I think that your disciple of Baiyun Temple is just joking?"

Zhu Haoxuan was determined to make Li Yun look ugly today, especially when he saw Mu Ningshuang's eyes coming to Li Yunsheng from time to time, he only felt a nest of ants in his heart that were biting and feeling uncomfortable. If Li Yunsheng had just been letting him leave like this today, he felt that he would not be happy all year. Even when facing Zhu Bailian's vicious gaze beside him, he would not be willing to give in!

Zhu Haoxuan did not dare to say such words in front of the Lord of Baiyun Valley, because after hearing what he said, a layer of cold sweat oozed out of Zhu Bailian's forehead.

He glanced at Yang Wanli and found that the other party's expression had not changed much, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Walk."

He said to Zhu Haoxuan expressionlessly.

"Why should I leave? I still have to see him draw his sword!"

Zhu Haoxuan looked at Li Yunsheng with a look of a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water.

"Hello!"

He broke free from Zhu Bailian's hand that grabbed his arm and rushed to Li Yunsheng and said:

"You're going to pull it off, what are you afraid of? It's not very...

But knowing why, his words came to an abrupt end here.

Everyone looked up and saw a rusty sword pointing at Zhu Haoxuan's throat. The sword tip of the sword was less than an inch from his throat.

Their eyes looked at the sword body of the long sword, and they saw that the person holding the sword was the disciple of Baiyunguan who was "no words".

"He, he pulled it out?"

"It seems, it seems."

Looking at the dark hole on the sword mountain and the rust that kept peeling off the sword body, everyone with a surprised look finally sure that the rusty ancient sword on Li Yunsheng's hand was pulled out from the sword mountain.

The air was silent.

"This kid, luck... is really good."

I don’t know who made a sigh break the strange atmosphere.

"Yes, I remember that a famous disciple of Lingxiao Pavilion had accidentally pulled it down."

"Luck, luck."

With this sound, everyone else present began to echo.

In fact, many disciples have paid attention to the sword on the sword mountain. Because Qiushui has no restrictions on the disciples of this sect entering the sword tomb, many people stay here almost every day when they first came to Qiushui, and then they pulled out one sword at a time, called "seeking a sword." Without surprise, they all do useless work. Sometimes, no one can pull out one for several years, so for disciples who can draw a sword at the sword tomb, they all attribute it to "good luck".

Only by explaining this way can they feel more balanced.

"It's easy to pull out?"

However, Li Yunsheng, who didn't know these, didn't understand everyone's surprised expression. While he took back the sword pointing at Zhu Haoxuan, he inserted it back into the sword mountain, and then pulled out a sword and raised it to everyone and said:

"Look at it."

This "justable" insertion and pulling out was not enough to see that everyone could react.

"He seemed to draw another sword."

Someone was just looking at the sword in Li Yunsheng's hand, but muttered to himself expressionlessly.

The next second, his mouth slowly opened, his eyes suddenly opened wide, and his pupils quickly opened:

"He pulled out another handful!?"

With this sound, the onlookers then reacted.

Why?

Everyone was full of questions, and even senior brother Zhang Antai was confused. Some people even thought that there was something wrong with the sword tomb, so they tried to draw the sword, but of course they finally found that it was futile.

Zhu Bailian and Fairy Zhilan looked at each other, then walked towards Yang Wanli without a glance.

Of course, the most puzzled and most depressed at this time was Zhu Haoxuan. He stayed in place in a daze, not knowing what to say or what to do.

"Little disciple of Baiyun Temple, you, draw another sword and take a look."

Someone in the crowd shouted at Li Yunsheng tentatively.

His words also reminded others of luck. Once it was a coincidence, two times could be regarded as coincidence, but the third time was definitely not a coincidence and luck could explain it.

"Why don't you pull out that 'Yugong' to see if it can be pulled down!"

Someone echoed another sentence: The two swords that Li Yunsheng had just pulled out are not famous swords, and it is possible to pull them out by coincidence and luck, but famous swords like "Yugong" that have already had spirituality cannot be pulled out by luck and coincidence!

Li Yunsheng hesitated a little.

He originally thought that this was just a common thing and didn't care much, but now the reactions of these people were somewhat beyond Li Yunsheng's expectations.

"You try it."

Just as Li Yunsheng was wondering if he needed to find an excuse to slip away, an old Taoist stood in front of the crowd and looked at Li Yunsheng with a kind face.

He didn't speak loudly, but for some reason Li Yunsheng could hear it very clearly, while the Qiushui disciples beside the old Taoist seemed to have not paid attention to the Tao at all.

Li Yunsheng looked up at the old Taoist curiously, but after only one glance, Li Yunsheng was stunned.

"Try it."

The old Taoist pointed at "Yugong" and said with a smile again.

This sound also woke Li Yunsheng up. Li Yunsheng, who was no longer stunned, smiled and nodded at the old Taoist priest, then kicked his feet and jumped high, grabbing the "Yugong" with a hand.

With a clang.

Without any suspense, Yugong was pulled out of the sword mountain by Li Yunsheng with a cheerful sword sound.

"Long time no see, head."

Ignoring the uproar around him at all, Li Yunsheng carried "Yugong" to the old Taoist.
Chapter completed!