Chapter 418

"." Seeing Pei Ye looked at the cheering again, and couldn't help but be silent.

But in any case, this was a good thing. Fighting out from the sword talents of the entire Shaolong, and then hanging his name in front of 100,000 people, and then spreading it to the entire Shaolong, just thinking about it made his heart surge.

Seeing Pei Ye withdrew his gaze with some envy, intending to see what rank the few names he knew were ranked.

He regretted very much that he didn't have such a qualification. Even without talking about this eye-catching fame, being able to put himself in a competition with so many excellent sword users was an interesting thing.

Unfortunately, he didn't have time to fight in the arena, nor did he get the Sword Letter. Not to mention entering the Sixth Life and Spirit Realm, facing any Eighth Life was too difficult, let alone these Fubang geniuses.

Seeing Pei Ye lay on the window and watched, and the next item had already risen from the second-to-last column: "71, He Tianlai. 【Heart ape not tied, herding deer has success】, 22, Seventh Life, decided: Probably okay."

And on the Crane-Leaving Platform, Nan Guannu noticed the partition wall that was different from the others for the first time and said to the green-clad attendant who was coming to change tea: "Are there any rooms behind that?"

"That is a place reserved by the noble."

". Oh." Suddenly frowned, "Is there anyone inside now?"

The green-clad attendant shook his head: "I don't know, guest. That place has long been isolated, and there are special people serving it."

". Alright."

Nan Guannu didn't care too much. In fact, with...

Everyone here was only concerned with the top 20, and judging by this slow reporting, it was very likely that even the top few had not been fully decided, just reporting from the end.

"He Tianlai ranked second to last, it really lost his father's face," Yan Bingjian sat on the railing with a wine pot, drunk, and said casually, "Hey, Cui Zi Jie."

Cui Zi Jie turned his head to look at him.

"If He Tianlai ranks in the top 40, the Deer Sword Villa might change its sky, do you believe it?"

Cui Zi Jie rolled his eyes: "What does it have to do with me."

"It has to do with your Mount Yuquan."

More than a dozen people talked to each other about inside stories or gossip that had nothing to do with them, as if the shouts rising one after another outside were another world, until a quarter of an hour passed, and the ranking finally reached the top 50.

——"43, Li Tingwu. 【Forest birds know Zen matters, hearing autumn sounds under the sword】, 24, Eighth Life, decided: Probably okay."

The platform was quiet for a while.

". If Li Tingwu didn't enter the top 30, then it seems the Sword Register Society's vision is more long-term," Nan Guannu said. "We older ones are not favored."

Talent and strength were originally the two ends that were most difficult to balance in this register. Logically speaking, since the age was stipulated and it was a register of sword talents to be cultivated, talent should be more important. However, "the realization of talent" was not always the same uniform thing.

He Tianlai had his father covering him, maybe he would never tie his heart ape for a lifetime; Su Xingke showed his edge today, maybe he would wither in a few years due to a major change.

And even without sudden events, a person's progress speed at different stages was always different. Not to mention that sharpening sword skills would delay cultivation, and breaking through the realm would slacken sword skills. Accumulating and waiting for the hair to sprout was the most normal thing in cultivation.

Under these circumstances, "realized talent" was also very important—although it looked mediocre, he had already walked here, hadn't he?

Now it seemed that the Sword Register Society had indeed determined their tendency. Talent and strength were about seven to three.

Qi Mengchen suddenly said softly: "Identifying materials for fine jade, earlier than knife carving; wanting to cast a precious sword, first recognize the divine iron."

Xiang Zongyuan smiled slightly and continued to recite: "First-class sword talents like Yan and Yang all received true transmission before the age of seven. Recognizing this person, one can wait for three years without progress, or ten years without progress. To take ripe fruit, one must lose good seeds, and people can be blessed, but not enlightened, so it is."

Bai Fei clapped his hands in admiration: "Not bad, the Sword Register Society's clear tendency might also be influenced by this sword theory."

Yan Bingjian squinted his eyes and said "Hmm?": "What is this?"

Nan Guannu smiled: "If Brother Yan is tired of looking at girls, you might as well read the State Report. This is the September sword evaluation by Cui Zhaoye in the Divine Capital, recording 【Asking the Heart in the Fire】 Yan Feiqing."

"Hmm!" Yan Bingjian's drunk eyes widened, while Chi Longyun sat beside him with injuries, lowering his head to stroke his sword. On the other side, Zuo Sheng still closed his sword booklet with lowered eyes, as if isolated from the world.

Names were reported one by one. More and more were familiar. The sword talents on the Crane-Leaving Platform began to talk about these names' sword skills, talent, and impressions, more and more seriously... until the roll call reached the top 30.

As if passing a certain invisible line, those serious words began to turn sharp.

Those names were getting closer and closer to them, and the words became sparse instead. They began to listen quietly.

"27, Zhang Lingwen. 【Long sword leaves the sheath, clouds leave the moon】, 22, Seventh Life, decided: Probably okay."

"25, Wang Jinhong. 【Holding sword like tiger teeth, driving sword like tiger heart】, 21, Eighth Life, decided: Probably okay."

Until reaching the top 20.

The voice ended from who knew where, and everyone's movements also stopped one after another. Qi Mengchen and Xiang Zongyuan put down their teacups, Su Xingke also stopped chewing, Yan Bingjian squatted the wine pot on his lap, and even Zuo Sheng closed the sword booklet with lowered eyes.

On the Crane-Leaving Platform, for the first time, it fell into such a condensed silence.

Soon the first person's ranking was settled: "19, Qu Ying. 【Sword bright and heart resilient, the road ahead is flat】, 20, Seventh Life, decided: Probably okay."

The woman lowered her head and gripped the sword hilt tightly in silence.

This was a ranking that did not match her goal, but in the past 20 years, she had countless times known that she could not change the sword talent judged by heaven. Under the "seven-three" standard, she could only accept this result.

No one spoke. Yan Bingjian and Chi Longyun didn't say a word either, because soon, the second familiar name had arrived.

"16, Song Zhishu. 【Extreme love leads to injury, extreme sword leads to standing】, 19, Eighth Life, decided: Probably okay."

Followed by "13, Bai Fei," "11, Chi Longyun"... until it reached the eighth, this Gold Register finally reached its end.

Or rather, its top.

Not only was the atmosphere on the Crane-Leaving Platform condensed to the extreme, but in the Sword-Placing Building, the emotion of looking forward to it had also reached its peak.

This was a dispute that had occurred in countless places for two months. Those names known to everyone, those sword users who left their voices in different rivers and lakes legends... who was ranked higher than whom?

Xiang Zongyuan, Cui Zi Jie, Yan Bingjian, Nan Guannu, Qi Mengchen, Zuo Sheng, Su Xingke, how would these names be arranged?

Xiang Zongyuan and Cui Zi Jie, one said the foundation was thick, the other said the talent was high, so who was the true sword path number one? Tomorrow on the Jade Sword Platform, who would challenge whom?

Nan Guannu and Qi Mengchen, two fairies with long-standing reputations, they were similar in age, background, and appearance and temperament... so in the sword path where superiority and inferiority were clear, who was better?

And even Yan Bingjian, who was bold and won the favor of countless people in the rivers and lakes, Zuo Sheng, who was said to have never used his full strength, and the Pearl boy who had just turned eighteen and broke Chi Longyun in three moves under the eyes of everyone.

Who was stronger than whom?

And for the four sword gates, every superiority and inferiority starting from here was crucial.

It was just that the next roll call caught everyone off guard.

"8, Qi Mengchen. 【Using sword outside the sword, guarding pearls within pearls】, 23 years old, Eighth Life, discussion: Small doubt."

Qi Mengchen was slightly stunned, her hand holding the cup paused in the air, and this was not her unique reaction. On the Crane-Leaving Platform and outside the Sword-Placing Building, there was a moment of silence.

And the next item had already been reported: "7, Nan Guannu, 【Looking south to startle falling feathers, sleeping with a sword among flowers】. 23 years old, Eighth Life, discussion: Small doubt."

Nan Guannu's supporters below the Sword-Placing Building had already cheered, while the other side pointed at the rare "Small doubt" and wouldn't let go. Obviously, the more uncertain the Sword Register Society's tone was, the more intense the changes on the Jade Sword Platform in the next two days would be.

But for those with sharp eyes on the Crane-Leaving Platform and outside, both roll calls were a bit beyond expectations, and this "surprise" continued. The clear voice continued to call names.

"6, Yan Bingjian..."

"5, Zuo Sheng..."

The two roll calls also distinguished superiority and inferiority with "Small doubt," and it was only at this time that more and more people realized something was wrong.

This was the top of the top of this Gold Register. Many people were cheering and exclaiming for the dark horse Su Xingke—for those who had no position, everyone was always willing to see such a miracle.

He actually surpassed Zuo Sheng and Yan Bingjian, and was listed in the top three together with Xiang Zongyuan and Cui Zi Jie. I don't know who will...

Wait, top what?

The clear voice was still moving forward—"4, Su Xingke. 【Drawing sword riding the Li dragon, spirit spreading rainbow neon】, 18, Eighth Life, decided: Probably okay."

Su Xingke stood up suddenly, the table shook and the cup fell. He walked to the railing, staring dead at the name slowly outlined on the light gold scroll, anger surging violently under his stiff expression.

Qi Mengchen also stood up, putting down her cup, and slowly came to the boy's side, her expression also unprecedentedly serious.

No one blamed their loss of composure, because the strange silence had long since descended on the entire Crane-Leaving Platform.

——"3, Cui Zi Jie. 【Heavenly public asks where the feather is, mayfly turns into a surprise】, 19, Eighth Life, discussion: Small doubt."

Silence. Cui Zi Jie didn't move at all. He hugged his long sword silently, pursing his lips and looking out the railing, his fingers tapping lightly on the scabbard.

Everyone was silent just like him.

——"2, Xiang Zongyuan. 【How many people truly know the maple, how can the old sword forget the machine】, 24, Eighth Life, decided: Probably okay."

Xiang Zongyuan was still sitting quietly, but for the first time, there was no calm determination on this face, but the corners of his mouth were pulled down, pulling out an expressionless state.

Nan Guannu stood up slowly, pursing her lips and holding the railing, her clear eyes looking at the Jade Sword Platform wall without moving.

The uproar below the Sword-Placing Building stopped at this moment. At first, they were surprised by the dark horse, and then they were angry thinking there was a dark curtain, but now, everything was quiet instead.

100,000 people were listening, and the Jade Sword Platform was silent enough to hear a needle drop.

The clear voice called out the name as usual:

"1, Seeing Pei Ye. 【Looking back, the matter is settled, please watch the heroes】, 17, Sixth Life. Sword Register Society decided: No doubt."

(End of chapter)

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