1243 1243 Disappointment

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In Ling Chuxi's eyes, there was also a hint of disappointment. What she was disappointed in, only she knew.

The scenery in the inner garden is more serene and elegant. Two old men have already taken their seats. One has a stern face and is full of murderous aura. Not weak.

If Ling Chuxi guessed correctly, the two should be the Sect Master of Po Shaliu and the Patriarch of Shifangling Zhuang Family.

"I've seen Master Qi, Master Zhuang." Sure enough, Han Shilin and others saluted as soon as they saw the two.

The two nodded slightly, but didn't say much.

Ling Chuxi quietly observed them with a sense of spiritual refinement, and it was hard to tell the depth of it for a while. These two people give people a feeling that they are completely incomprehensible, but they seem to be even more inscrutable than Situ Wuying.

Ling Chuxi was amazed in her heart, logically speaking, the strength of these two should not be stronger than Situ Wuying, but how could it give people such a feeling?

"Everyone, the purpose of inviting everyone here this time is to invite everyone to take a look at a few things." After everyone was seated, Situ Wuying said. It also dragged Ling Chuxi's thoughts back to reality.

Everyone looked at Situ Wuying suspiciously. They thought he was going to discuss going to the ancient ruins, but who knew that there was something for everyone to see. What happened?

Situ Wuying had a panoramic view of everyone's doubts and did not explain much. Instead, he took out a broken piece of armor and placed it on the table.

"Oracle bone inscriptions?" Ling Chuxi also looked at Situ Wuying suspiciously. This old guy called everyone here just to show everyone his antique collection?

Although in another world, oracle bone inscriptions are quite valuable, but in this space, it seems that no one is interested in this thing.

"Lord Situ, this is this?" Someone couldn't help but ask. They came to the ancient ruins, not to see the Situ Wuying antique collection.

"Don't worry, just watch slowly." Situ Wuying put his palm on the armor plate and slowly injected his innate vitality.

The armor began to tremble slightly, and suddenly, several phantom owls rose up, like a dream, only vaguely saw that it was a few men with long swords hanging from their waists.

The men flicked their fingers slightly, and the long swords were unsheathed. Although it was just a vague phantom, when the sword was unsheathed, everyone couldn't help being shocked. It was just a simple and extremely simple movement, but it was indescribably agile and perfect, as if it contained endless secret.

A few people moved, and a fierce battle began.

Their sword styles are different, either as fast as lightning, or as slow as flowing water, or as dignified as a peak, or as floating as a cloud. The enjoyment of human beauty, and at the same time, it also contains thousands of changes in sword intent, which is wonderful and infinite.

Although the silhouettes were so vague, everyone could feel the power of their swordsmanship, but when they looked around, they still couldn't get to the point. They only felt as uncomfortable as a cat scratching their hearts.

"Teng!" Su Yizhi stood up abruptly, looking at one of the sword-dancing phantoms with excitement, his lips were trembling slightly.

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