Chapter 415

Seeing Pei Ye had never been so impatient to escape a place for the first time, but he had to pretend that nothing had happened. Fortunately, the sudden shouts from below saved him. Seeing Pei Ye flipped back a few pages casually, just pretending he hadn't seen anything.

He threw the booklet back into the tray and poked his head to look...

Qu Xin withdrew her gaze without saying a word and also looked out the window. Seeing Pei Ye felt a sense of gratitude for this act of letting him off the hook.

On the sword platform, a figure in green and a figure in purple had slowly walked up, ten feet apart, each standing still.

Chi Longyun of the Five Sword Blessed Land, 24 years old, Eighth Life, Sword Path Spirit Realm. If one were to count the three strongest people among the sword users fighting in the arena, many people would mention this name first.

He was gifted, and since he went down the mountain to travel the rivers and lakes at seventeen, he had become famous in the large and small sword societies of the prefecture every year. In fact, it was surprising that this person couldn't get a direct invitation letter, and many people felt strange.

However, some people also said that he had refused this qualification himself.

Regardless, this figure in purple was already standing here. In fact, starting from this match, except for Su Xingke, the winning points of the seven people in the next four matches were enough to be listed in the register. It was just that they had to complete the final round to decide who might be challenged by those who were not selected, and secondly, the performance before being listed in the register actually affected the ranking when listed.

This was a very, very important matter.

Although the Gold Register would only be discussed and decided together tomorrow, obviously they wouldn't organize these 72 people to fight round by round until the end. In fact, the reason why the Jade Sword Platform roll call before sunset today was the focus of attention was precisely because it was a ranking itself.

The Sword Register Society would give a preliminary ranking today based on their cognition and assessment, that is, "the Sword Register Society thinks you should be ranked what number."

One didn't need to think too much to know that this order must affect the Jade Sword Platform register tomorrow, and it might even be the base version of the register tomorrow.

And where did the Sword Register Society's cognition of everyone come from?

Except for these geniuses who had long been famous, others naturally had to fight calmly and beautifully in the sword arena. If Chi Longyun really didn't receive the letter, he must have made great progress recently and wanted to fight it out on the stage to get a higher ranking.

But unfortunately, his luck didn't seem to be very good, and the opponent in front of him was not a heavyweight enough opponent.

Su Xingke of the Pearl Mingzhu Shuixie was a very young boy, wearing a green shirt. Standing on the stage at this time, he occasionally turned his head to look at the first time he went down the mountain. He had won four out of four matches, and the most heavyweight opponent was only Zhu Wenyuan of the Feiyan Jianmen.

This was also the reason why he was not enough to be listed in the register.

Originally, whoever it was, winning one more match would be fine, but unfortunately, he happened to run into Chi Longyun.

The ones who received direct invitations from the Five Sword Blessed Land were Yan Bingjian and Qu Ying, but generally speaking, Yan Bingjian was slightly better than Chi Longyun, and Chi Longyun was obviously better than Qu Ying. Chi Longyun was the big face of the Five Sword Blessed Land.

Su Xingke was the youngest and the last in the ranking among the four people of the Pearl Mingzhu Shuixie. Because the sword gate itself was low-key, except for the generation's 【Pearl Guardian】 Qi Mengchen, the remaining three did not get the Sword Letter. However, people still knew the name of 【Silent Sword】 Zuo Sheng quite well. Many people thought he was actually stronger than Qi Mengchen, but 【Pearl Guardian】 was the person standing on the stage, so this sword fanatic was second.

However, he was ranked in the last match and had to face Wang Jinhong of Mount Yuquan, so he couldn't go head-to-head with Chi Longyun.

So for both of them, this was not a good draw.

The huge flying display showed the age and battle record of the two. The further back, the longer this link was. Seeing Pei Ye was waiting for the opening of this match when his ears suddenly moved—two footsteps accompanied by conversation stepped into the pavilion.

He straightened up curiously and looked down from the small window. A beautiful woman in a blue skirt with a fine sword was walking in holding a cat, the exquisite hairpins on her head shaking lightly.

【Sleeping Flower Counting Butterflies】 Nan Guannu.

The woman beside her had a gentle and elegant temperament, wearing white clothes and black ribbons, carrying a sword and a book. If Nan Guannu was a peacock, this person was a white crane.

Seeing Pei Ye only then understood that the vacancy just now was because someone had reserved it.

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The Sword-Placing Building had eighteen floors. When reaching the highest floor, all the crowding and shouting seemed to be in the lecture: high to meet the wind and rain, overlooking the world, talents like cranes.

The name "Sword-Placing Building" represented the crowd it received, and the design of the whole building was even more so—high platform without railings, few stairs between floors, long eaves selling seats, gold and iron as boards. This was a towering tree planted specifically for the rivers and lakes. Ordinary people had to climb hard to get up. It was provided for the crane talents to stop.

And the highest floor was reserved only for true crane talents.

It was also the best place to watch swords today.

Because there was no need to fight for this position. Xiang Zongyuan sent invitations to other sword gates yesterday, and everyone would come here today to watch the Sword Register announcement together.

When the two walked up, the silk curtains fluttered, the high wind blew through, and the clear and wide platform was empty.

"Sure enough, we are the earliest." The two sat down at the table by the railing, Nan Guannu leaned back and smiled, "... He Tianyu is also at the level of the last fifty. On the contrary, the Feiyan Jianmen has a person named Zhao Qizhi..."

"The one who is very nervous?"

"Yes! I watched three of his matches. Every time he got on the stage, his legs shook with nervousness." Nan Guannu smiled, "This person has a shallow foundation, but judging by talent, I think he can rush to the top forty."

"Hmm... actually I think, fighting in the arena tests the 'realized talent,' and if one can enter the 72 people, as long as the age is small and the cultivation is weak, I think it doesn't matter?"

"But if you want to be ranked in the front, you must be young and strong enough."

"Naturally."

"Then is your little junior brother such a person?"

The woman in white immediately closed her mouth with a smile: "It's about to start, and you are still probing."

"I'm not familiar with Chi Longyun, what am I probing? Just chatting, you are overthinking again."

The woman in white didn't answer, lowering her head to drink tea and flip pages.

At this time, steady and crisp footsteps came from the door, and a tall figure in black appeared in her field of vision. She rarely carried her sword on her back on such occasions.

Five Sword Blessed Land, Qu Ying.

It is said that she is the most hardworking and resilient person in the Five Sword Blessed Land. She does not often appear in the center of social interaction, but everyone in the Five Sword Blessed Land says that she has suffered unimaginable hardships for this skill.

The two cast their eyes over. They were familiar with this heroic woman—they had seen her several times at the sword society in previous years, but they had never spoken to each other every time.

Nan Guannu stood up to greet her, Qu Ying clasped her fists in a salute, and sat down at the table next to her. The woman in white remembered who she often chatted with and said: "Senior Brother Zuo Sheng is the last match in this arena."

Qu Ying was stunned and clasped her fists: "Thank you."

The platform was quiet for a while, and only after less than five breaths did a light and even footstep sound on the stairs again.

The young man who appeared had the same temperament as this footstep. His hair bun was wrapped meticulously, his clothes were simple and clean, and every detail of his eyebrows and temples was trimmed neatly. As soon as he appeared, he first held his sword and bowed, performing a very upright martial salute to the three of them.

The three people present had all received his news less than a quarter of an hour ago—while other arenas were just in the middle or late stages, the North First Arena had already ended easily and neatly. The winner was 【Golden Scale Child】 Bai Fei.

The number two figure of Mount Yuquan on this trip.

"Brother Bai didn't get the Sword Letter. It doesn't matter if the Sword Register Society miscalculated, but it made the sword users in the North Arena wail," Nan Guannu smiled.

Bai Fei hurriedly bowed seriously: "Must not say that. Every person who got the letter is better than me, so where is the miscalculation; and among three people walking, there must be my teacher. The heroes of the North Arena taught me a lot, and Cheng Zhang is extremely grateful."

Nan Guannu secretly gave the woman opposite a look, meaning "Look, I told you," and the woman in white looked a little surprised.

Bai Fei found a low-key corner, placed his hands flat, and sat upright looking down.

". Really gentle and elegant." The woman in white said to herself.

So a light voice like autumn leaves came from the door: "Mengchen, am I not gentle and elegant?"

Nan Guannu had just taken a sip of tea and subconsciously raised her hand to cover her mouth, looking out the window as if nothing had happened.

Opposite, Qi Mengchen had already held her forehead and lowered her head, continuing to flip pages with no expression.

A melancholy man walked up slowly, his hair hanging down, his sword slanted, his eyes like autumn water, the whole person as if he had just walked out of a painting. He stepped onto the Crane-Leaving Platform, but as if he hadn't seen anything, there was only Qi Mengchen in his eyes.

He walked up swaying, looking at the woman in white infatuatedly, but said: "Mengchen... when will you be willing to play a sword game with me that must end in life or death?"

Zhigu Pavilion, 【Love Sword】 Song Zhishu.

As a local instrument family that shares Shaolong equally with the Yangyi Building, it was something no one expected that they would cultivate such a young man with outstanding sword talent.

He also didn't get the Sword Letter, but among the "three strongest people outside the 22," he had a seat. Now he came after winning the South Second Arena, only a quarter of an hour slower than Bai Fei.

Everyone who was defeated by him was unharmed. He retracted his sword at the final arena and said sadly: "Since I can't kill you, I disdain to hurt you either."

Bai Fei stood up and bowed seriously at this time: "Brother Song, you are very gentle and elegant."

Song Zhishu turned his eyes slowly, staring at him as he walked over: "You know me! Do you also feel that if you can't end your life with a sword, life has no meaning?"

"Not so, not so, Brother Song, the body, hair, and skin are received from parents..."

Nan Guannu was glad that she had swallowed the tea just now.

Afterwards, Xiang Zongyuan and Cui Zi Jie came up.

"Xi Tianji really didn't come. Kongdong only brought two Fifth Life children this time, and their talent is not very bright. I sent someone to deliver an invitation, but it was politely declined on the spot," Xiang Zongyuan said.

Just like the name 【Withered Maple】, this man was always like an ancient tree and an ancient well, as if there was nothing worth being surprised about forever.

Cui Zi Jie's eyes were as bright as a sword. From the first moment he stepped onto the platform, he swept across everyone present and replied: "Even if he came, it would be a disgrace. A 20-year-old Seventh Life, and he hasn't even stepped into the Spirit Realm in his sword."

Completely opposite to Xiang Zongyuan, this young man looked like the most upright swordsman at first glance, making people feel that if he looked down on you, even if you knelt in front of him, he wouldn't cast half a glance at you; but if he recognized you as a friend, even if you were a demon, he would dare to talk and laugh freely with you in public.

Mount Yuquan No. 1, 【Heavenly Gifted Feather】 Cui Zi Jie, 19 years old, Eighth Life, Spirit Realm, 【Mayfly Turning into a Hong】 70 years of unique transmission, Fubang 699. Only he got the letter in the entire Mount Yuquan, but everyone knew that he would definitely bring a top three seat to Mount Yuquan.

These two stepped up, and the Crane-Leaving Platform seemed to become heavier. The floating feeling brought by Song Zhishu disappeared without a trace. The two top geniuses of Shaolong did not needle each other in their words, but everyone felt the solidification of the atmosphere.

"Not necessarily so. Xi Young Master is just a year or a half behind. Both his cultivation and sword path are stuck at the threshold. This society will be held again next year, and he should have a letter," Xiang Zongyuan said. "And I always feel that he has other things to tie him down. Last time I saw him, I found that his sword talent was much better than I thought, but I don't know why he fell behind the first-class by a margin."

Cui Zi Jie looked straight ahead: "In the entire Kongdong, I only look up to Ji Zhuowu."

Xiang Zongyuan nodded and smiled faintly: "However, Ji Zhuowu seems to look down on Kongdong—this is the third year of his travels, right? I heard he hasn't returned yet."

The two walked closer, and several people greeted them one after another. Bai Fei stood up and saluted: "Young Master Xiang, hello."

"Young Master Bai, hello."

He also greeted: "Junior Brother."

Cui Zi Jie raised his sword towards him: "Hmm."

He walked to the other side, and after a while, he heard low conversations.

"Xi Young Master is still a year older than you, you must not always speak wild words..." "What kind of broken position did you pick..."

But soon this trivial whisper was drowned out, because...

At this moment, this building of dust-free high building became a small boat in the ocean. Waves patted up one after another. Everyone turned their heads to look, only to see the huge sword platform, thick ink characters accompanied by the roll call: "Pearl Mingzhu Shuixie Su Xingke, against Five Sword Blessed Land Chi Longyun, one match to decide the winner!"

Amidst the cheers, the green-clad figure drew his sword and moved first, sweeping towards the man opposite who was slowly drawing his sword.

". So it has already reached the Eighth Life, truly good talent," Nan Guannu said. "The talents of your sect in recent years are truly enviable."

Qi Mengchen didn't answer. She closed the booklet, leaned back, and looked at the arena below with slight nervousness.

(End of chapter)

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