Qin Mu stood on the hilt of the sword like a light boat. Although the sound was not loud, it could clearly reach everyone around him.

"It has been seventy years since the Wuyue Sword Chin was established. Qin Yao, the first head of the family, and my father, set the rule that every twenty years after the establishment of the sect, would open the sword furnace and do all the heroes in the world. You must have heard of it. Although I have some attainments in swordsmanship in Peach Blossom Valley, I think that this sword-making skill is unique in the world."

After Qin Mu's calm words reached everyone's ears, they secretly admired them. They didn't expect that the head of Qin Mu's family was so humble for decades, but they understood even more that Qin Mu said that sword-making skills were unique in the world were not exaggerated. If Wu Yue Jianchi claimed to be the second best sword-making technique, no one in the world would dare to be the first.

Qing Yan looked at the sword under Qin Mu's feet from afar, and sighed in his heart. The shocking sword just now was enough to know that this sword was definitely not an ordinary person, and that vast heat wave has not completely dissipated yet.

At this time, Qin Mu heard another voice, and Qingyan quickly gathered his energy and listened carefully.

"I have experienced swords and two swords in the past seventy years, and have cast three inferior swords. This time, the sword three out of the furnace is the same as sword one, only the one under my feet. This sword is cast from a thousand-year-old mesh stone. This mesh stone was accidentally obtained by Lao Chen on an overseas island ten years ago. There is a huge volcano on this island, and the mesh stone comes from there."

Melt stone? I guess it is the stone in the magma. If this melt stone is really ten thousand years old as Qin Mu said, it is really a rare material in the world. Thinking of this, Qingyan's eyes returned to the sword under Qin Mu's feet.

"After I brought back the ten thousand years of fused stone, I personally forged the sword. After five years of hard work, I finally made it. The sword is called "Burning Sun". It is two feet and eight inches long and two inches wide. It is dark infrared. There is a golden mark on both sides of the sword blade, which looks like lightning. It is no problem for ordinary people to blow hair and cut iron like mud. It is better to win against the enemy if you get it than before. Only when you get it, the sword blade can stimulate the potential of this sword. If you can see the secret, the sword blade is as red as blood, and it will emit waves of heat, making the enemy more effective with half the effort."

As Qin Mu explained, there were many screams around the silent platform. Everyone knew that the sword produced by Wu Yue Jianchi was the best every time he opened the sword furnace. However, there were very few people who had experienced Jian Er on the scene, and there were even fewer people who had experienced Jian Yi. Therefore, this was the first time most of the people present had seen such a sword with their own eyes, including Qingyan and the other four.

"According to the past rules, all the heroes in the world competed for martial arts, and the winner could only get the sword." When he said this, Qin Mu changed his mind: "But this time, Jian San is slightly different from the past. The same thing is that everyone has the chance to get the "Burning Sun" sword when they arrived, but the difference is that the way of competition is no longer a competition of martial arts.

As soon as these words were spoken, the exclamations from all sides of the platform were much louder than before. Some people from the world who were ready to fight were stunned and were waiting for Qin Mu's next words.

Qin Mu did not care about the screams coming from all over the place, but continued calmly: "If any hero can draw this sword and make it red and more than half a stick of incense, then this hero will be the master of this "Burning Sun"."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Iron Palm Sect leader Lu Pinglan suddenly stood up and bowed and said, "My man Lu has met the head of Qin. Now he has understood the rules of Jian San this time. However, he has prepared for this sword three for twenty years. However, the head of Qin did not reveal any rumors before and said that he would change the rules. He did not have the courage to ask the reason for changing the rules this time. He only begs the head of Qin to give everyone here a few points."

Lu Pinglan's words expressed the thoughts of most people present. All of them practiced diligently for Jian San diligently. But for some reason, they came up with such a strange rule, which caught these people off guard and was even more confused. Although Qin Mu had said this seemingly simple rule, everyone knew that it was definitely not easy to achieve this goal.

Qing Yan was also puzzled and asked Zhao Jing, "Brother Jing, what is the medicine sold in this Qin family's gourd? Didn't you say that Jian San was an extremely exciting and lively melee?" Zhao Jing also shook his head with a wry smile: "Brother Qing Yan, I don't know what the old master Qin family thinks, but since he has told this new rule in public, he has his own concern in his heart, and it is not something a boy like you and me can understand."

Qin Mu did not care about the noisy sounds around him, and said calmly: "I also know that this has caught the heroes off guard. Since Master Lu asked, I will remind you here. It is not difficult to pull out this sword, but the difficult thing is to let the sword be as red as blood to maintain half an incense stick. It is only two words to do this." Qin Mu paused, raised his head and looked at the peach blossoms flying all over the sky, and murmured: "God..."

Gentleman? Did you hear it wrong?

After hearing these two words, Qingyan thought he hadn't heard it clearly, so he asked a few people around him, "Several, did I not hear it very clearly just now? The master of Qin's hometown is talking about being arrogant." After hearing this, the few people nodded slowly, and Dong Yan took the lead and said, "I thought I had heard it wrong at first, but after hearing your question, Brother Qingyan, I realized that my ears were not wrong just now."

Zhao Jing was also a little unbelievable: "Yes, the master of Qin is talking about temperament, but what aspect does the spirit he mentioned refer to? I asked myself that I really don't know the key points of it even if I read a lot of books." Although Dong Zhao also showed doubts, he just stared at the Zhu Rijian tightly and did not speak.

After a brief discussion in the audience, Qin Mu also came back to his senses from his previous trance and returned to his previous calm tone: "I'm going to say this, let's start." After saying that, he lit up his feet, then fell to the side, closed his eyes and said no.

When everyone heard Qin Mu announce that the Sword Three was officially started, all the Queque was about to try to make a comeback. Several people were even more afraid of falling behind and standing up. But at this moment, the leader of the Iron Palm Sect, Lu Pinglan, jumped up in the air with one foot, and landed steadily on the platform. Then he turned around and bowed to the surroundings and smiled: "Heroes, let Lu try it first."

Shameless enough!

The people who stood up were despised when they saw Lu Pinglan's actions. You said that Lu Pinglan is also a respected senior in the world. It would be fine if he was in his seventies and gave the sword to the juniors in the world. He also relied on his sitting in the first row to take the stage first, which was really a loss of identity. But everyone was dissatisfied. Because Lu Pinglan's skills were really not weak, the strength of the Iron Palm Sect should not be underestimated, so he could only sit on the chair again.

After seeing a few people sitting down, Lu Pinglan bowed her hand again and turned around and walked towards the Zhuri Sword. She sneered in her heart, and she didn't dare to contradict her. Qin Mu didn't know if she was old and a little confused. It would be great to fight like Sword One and Two in the past. She had to do such trouble. She said that she was just instilling the internal strength of her true qi into it, which was not as mysterious as it was.

Although he was a little dissatisfied with Qin Mu's arrangement this time, he still stood in front of the sword of the Rain and said politely to Qin Mu: "Master of Qin, I'll be ugly." Qin Mu did not open his eyes, but nodded slightly.

Lu Pinglan didn't care about Qin Mu's coldness. Who in the world knew that the Qin family in Wu Yue Jianchi has been in three generations. The temper has been stinking for generations, so they completely gathered their spirits on the Burning Sun Sword. After observing for a long time, Lu Pinglan gathered his energy and held the hilt of the Burning Sun Sword with his right hand. Everyone in the field held their breath and stared at Lu Pinglan tightly.

With a 'swish' sound, the Burning Sun Sword came out and was pulled out from the platform by Lu Pinglan. While everyone saw the true appearance of the Burning Sun Sword, many people's hearts sank to the bottom of the valley. If Lu Pinglan really got this sword, he would not say that he would return without any help, the strength of the Iron Palm Sect would also increase greatly. As one goes up and down, these people would not want to see it.

Of course, Lu Pinglan would not care about the little calculations of many people in secret. At this moment, he looked at the Burning Sun Sword in his hand, and a greedy gaze hidden deep in his eyes. He raised his left hand and gently stroked the sword body, murmured: "What a good sword, what a good sword."

Qin Mu's inappropriate voice came over: "Master Lu, since you have drawn your sword, don't delay it anymore. I am here to remind you and everyone present. Although all the heroes have a chance, each person can only take the stage once, and it is limited to a cup of tea. If you fail, I hope you will not delay the time you are present."

Although he was unhappy when he heard this, Lu Pinglan knew that this was not the time to care. He used his internal force to slowly inject it into the Burning Sun Sword. He believed that even if his method was wrong, he would have a slight reaction to the Burning Sun Sword with his strong internal force that had been practicing for decades.

"Brother Jing, do you think this Sect Master Lu can succeed?"

"Look at what you asked, I'm afraid only the Master Qin's master knew whether he could succeed, but if I asked me to say, Master Lu might not succeed. If I could easily find out the tricks, I would underestimate Master Qin's master."

"That's right, since the old master Qin changed the old system and made this inconspicuous trial, he would never let the first person on stage get a sword. Otherwise, where would Wu Yue Jianchi give his face?" Dong Jin also gave his own opinion.

Qin Mu was still as moving as a mountain. Everyone in the audience was very nervous, and time passed by little by little. But as the time came, the color of the Burning Sun Sword was still dark red, and it did not show the red redness in Qin Mu's mouth.

Lu Pinglan's short body was trembling slightly at this moment, and a layer of fine sweat was also spread on his forehead. Of course, he knew that the time for a cup of tea was about to pass, but no matter how he instilled his internal force into the Burning Sun Sword, it was as if the stone was sinking into the sea.

"Master Lu, time is up." With Qin Mu's faint words, Lu Pinglan, like a deflated balloon, hung down weakly with his right hand, lowering his head and wondering what he was thinking.

"Who else wants to try it on stage?"

"Slow down!"

Suddenly, Lu Pinglan raised his head and spoke to stop Qin Mu. His eyes were covered with red silk and roared: "Master of Qin, I, Lu Pinglan, have participated in both swords and swords, but why is this time Jian San different from before? Could it be that your Wu Yue Jianchi wanted to deduct the sword but not be ridiculed by Jianghu?"
Chapter completed!