The Lord who use immortals as food

Chapter 415 The Golden Touch Book (Added update for the leader of the alliance, Raise_lovell)

In the small pavilion.

Pei Ye leaned against the window and looked at the surging crowd, sighing softly: "It's really amazing."

This must be the first time he has witnessed a matchup at the level of Fu Bang, and it is by no means the last one. The only feeling he has is that there are no shortcomings.

It is the clearest strength, the peak eight lives, the solid foundation since childhood, the broad combat vision, and of course the agile adaptability and tenacious mentality.

And sufficiently excellent swordsmanship.

When you get high enough, the hole cards indeed become a regular trick, or at least become a regular hole card.

What is the most important thing in the battle between two Intention Swords? Of course, it depends on whose "Intention" is stronger and who can use the sword better. But there must be some "trick". If the cut is right, can the weak defeat the strong?

Pei Ye couldn't help stroking his chin and thinking, because these two people were obviously much stronger than him, but they were not desperate, so he couldn't help but imagine the scene of him facing them.

After coming back to his senses, he remembered what Qu Xin had just said, turned around and said with a smile: "Miss Qu, you have such a good eye, I didn't realize that Su Xing was so powerful."

"Yes." Qu Xin nodded, "If you were born eight years old, your eyes would be able to see more clearly."

"." Pei Ye is now somewhat immune to this level. At this moment, thinking of the astonishing ranking of the girl in front of him, he feels ashamed and continues to smile, "Well, Miss Qu, I wonder how old you are this year?"

"Seventeen."

The seventeen-year-old Fu Bang is seventy-seven. You must know that the Fu Bang is different from the sword selection competition. It is by no means only young people.

For a moment, I just felt like I had seen a real sword fighting genius, and then I suddenly realized that there was an even more unimaginable group of people above them who must be truly rare talents in the entire Tang Dynasty.

But he soon discovered that he could win from the other side: ".How many months is seventeen?"

Qu Xin frowned and looked at him.

"Just ask."

"Four and a half months."

"Haha." Pei Ye said with satisfaction, "I'm older than you, I'm ten months old."

"Oh, are you studying medicine?"

".What? Of course not."

"oh."

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing. I see that you don't study or study medicine. I don't understand why you are still in Sixth Life at this age."

"Miss Qu, if you talk like this, will anyone be friends with you?"

"No, usually after I talk like this, people stop coming and I can do my own thing with peace of mind." Qu Xin looked at him.

"Oh, I'm sorry, that's because I always disturb you." Pei Ye was startled, a little embarrassed, "I just like to chat with people sometimes, I will pay attention to it in the future."

"You don't have to pay full attention." Qu Xin blurted out.

".Um?"

Qu Xin rarely thought for a moment and said with some hesitation: "Sometimes it's quite refreshing."

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Pei Ye smiled politely, turned around, and decided to really talk less to this person.

But Qu Xin, who was next to him, took the initiative to answer his initial question: "Because I know the sword "The Book of Into the Abyss". I recognized it when he drew the sword. This sword book is very powerful and difficult to learn. It is considered a pearl." The waterside pavilion is a legend. Master said that the last time it traveled around the world was a hundred years ago. "

"Oh" Pei Ye listened, but he was thinking, so he was able to win just now because the sword's intention was stronger than the opponent's.

He leaned against the window again to watch, looking forward to the next show with great anticipation, hoping to see more exciting sword duels before him.

However, this hope was disappointed.

Although it is also exciting, there is no such tit-for-tat confrontation between the legendary masterpieces.

The last scene was originally the most exciting showdown that everyone has been waiting for. Zuo Sheng of Mingzhu Shuixie [Silent Sword] faced off against Wang Jinhong of [Mountain Tiger] of Yuquan Mountain. "The Collection of Swordsmen" also highlighted this.

But the silent and thin man in black clothes walked onto the stage, and with one strike of his sword, Wang Jinhong's long sword flew away, and a clean strike was forced into his throat.

The entire audience fell silent before they could react.

In any case, as this competition came to an end, the final battle of the three hundred people in the ten arenas in the city was completely over. The first competition was originally the strongest, with the most people, and the most places. When the stage was closed, Most of the other players have arrived here.

And as the end, the challenge of the ten losers in the Ten Directions Arena was even more meaningless - only one was successful, and all ended within thirty moves.

Obviously, even the losers among the seventy-two people still have a very clear gap with those who do not have enough winning points.

The sword platform was completely empty, the sun was at its strongest, and more and more people gathered.

Everyone is waiting quietly for something.

So soon, a light gold strip that was several feet long and wide hung down from the top of the jade sword platform: "The number of swords is enough, roll call at Youshi."

"Then there's still more than half an hour." Nan Guannu leaned on his elbow and sighed, "It's better to ask someone to go up and play two more games, and I'll be panicking while waiting."

After all, Su Xingke and Cui Zijie didn't really draw their swords here. Although Qi Mengchen and Bai Fei blocked it, after all, it was because the victory or defeat here had no meaning. The superiority between them would be determined by Xiuxian after an hour. He will decide that he will fight for it with his own sword in the next two days.

Su Xingke sat down on the floor and chewed the snacks on the table.

Liuhe Terrace finally no longer had the atmosphere of a gathering of old friends. As people from various sects gathered together, some clear boundaries gradually emerged, and the edges between each other became closer to each other.

"What's there to worry about? It's just a one-time announcement. You all still have to compete on the Jade Sword Stage tomorrow or the day after tomorrow." Qi Mengchen smiled.

"Oh, I don't know who will bring out the "Entering the Abyss Book" in the competition."

Qi Mengchen smiled and said nothing.

How could the rankings to be announced soon not be important?

Why are the two days tomorrow called "Jade Sword Stage Book Review" instead of "Jade Sword Stage Sword Test"?

Because it is not based entirely on winning or losing, and involves nearly a hundred factors such as age, sword practice time, and mentality. Choosing to announce a list of rankings today is also a public announcement of the Book Review Association's attitude towards itself.

It's a very simple truth. If Nan Guannu's name is ranked below Qi Mengchen in an hour, then she will do her best to change the attitude of the Book Review Association in the next two days.

This ranking will also inform everyone in advance what direction to prepare for tomorrow.

Everyone was talking to each other. Downstairs of the Sword Tower, the crowd had already filled several streets. When the sun turned into a gentle golden color, the commotion of the crowd gradually subsided, and everyone quietly cast their eyes on the tall Jade Sword Platform.

Without a moment's delay, when the shadow of the sundial fell on the You hour scale, a light golden curtain covering half of the wall of the Jade Sword Platform suddenly fell down, and the shadow almost covered the sky. Compared with it, the banner just announced was just like a thin strip.

The top was in gold-plated characters, "The Jade Sword Platform is named as follows for the Shaolong Dao Xinsi Sword Selection Meeting."

In the startled shout, no one wrote, but the strokes as thick as a giant tree had been generated from the last column out of thin air, as if someone had projected writing from somewhere else on it.

At the same time, a clear voice spread throughout the venue: "Seventy-two, Cai Wuzhi. [Sword is as clear as water, watching fish in the mirror], twenty-one, seven years old, agreed: no worries."

A fierce cheer suddenly boiled up from a corner. This is a name that no one has ever heard of. Most of them are from a sect that few people know about. Of course, it is an achievement that is enough to make people ecstatic to get such a seat.

Pei Ye looked at the boiling corner, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his face. Then he remembered the doubts and asked, "Miss Qu, do you understand what the last word 'definitely no fish' means?"

Qu Xin glanced at him: "It is an idiom for parliaments to give tendencies. For example, if there are twelve people, these four words mean that all twelve people agree with this result."

".Oh." Pei Ye nodded, and learned new knowledge again, but suddenly frowned again, thinking, "But the seventy-two people have been determined, they are just discussing the ranking, right?"

"Yes, that means this person is ranked last, without a doubt."