The Lord who use immortals as food

"." Pei Ye couldn't help but feel a little silent when he looked at the joy again.

But in short, this is a good thing. It is exciting to think about fighting out the swordsmen from the entire Shaolong, and then hanging their names in front of a hundred thousand people, and then spreading it to the entire Shaolong.

Pei Ye looked back with envy, intending to see where the names he knew ranked.

It was a pity that he did not have such qualifications. Even if he did not talk about the much-anticipated fame, it was interesting enough to be able to compete with so many outstanding swordsmen.

It's a pity that he didn't have time to fight, nor did he get the sword letter. What's more, it was too difficult to face any of the eight lives when he first entered the sixth life and the spiritual realm. There is no need to talk about these geniuses.

Pei Ye leaned on the window and leaned on his elbows to watch. The next article had already appeared from the penultimate column: "Seventy-one, what day is coming. [The ape is not tied up, but the deer is successful], twenty-two, seven lives, discussion Cheng: Shuke."

On Liuhe Terrace, Nan Guannu noticed for the first time the unusual partition wall at the other end, and asked Qing Yi, who was coming to change tea, "Is there a cabinet at the back?"

"It's a place reserved for noble people."

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

But Qing Yi shook his head: "I don't know, guest. That place has been isolated for a long time, and there are dedicated people to serve it."

".good."

Nan Guannu didn't pay much attention to it. In fact, unlike the atmosphere below, Liuhe Terrace was still a little relaxed at this time.

Everyone here is only related to the top twenty, and based on the slow registration, it is very likely that the first few have not even fully agreed, and are just signing up from the end.

"He Tianlai is second in line. He really embarrasses his face." Yan Bingjian held the wine bottle and sat drunkenly on the railing, as if he might fall down at any time, and said in a low voice, "Hey, Cui Zijie."

Cui Zijie turned his head to look at him.

"If He Tianyu is ranked among the top forty, Lujian Villa may change. Do you believe it or not?"

Cui Zijie rolled his eyes: "What does it have to do with me?"

"It has something to do with your Yuquan Mountain."

More than a dozen people chatted with each other about insider information or gossip that had nothing to do with them, as if the cheers outside were from another world. Until a quarter of an hour passed, the rankings were finally reported to the top fifty.

——"Forty-three, Li Tingwu. [The birds in the forest know about Zen, and the sound of autumn is heard under the sword], twenty-four, eight lives, it is agreed: Shuke."

There was silence on the stage.

"If Li Tingwu doesn't make it into the top thirty, it seems that the revision committee has a longer-term vision." Nan Guannu said, "Those of us who are older are not welcome."

Talent and strength are the two most difficult things to balance in this roster revision. Logically speaking, since the age is stipulated and the list of swordsmen to be trained is talent, talent should be more important. However, the "realization of talent" is not always the same. Something even.

No matter how old I am, I may not be able to control the monkey in my life. Su Xingke's sword shows its sharpness today, but maybe it will languish after a big change in a few years.

And even if there are no unexpected events, a person's progress speed will always be very different in different periods. Moreover, sharpening your swordsmanship will delay your practice, and breaking through the realm will relax your swordsmanship. Accumulation and accumulation are the most normal things in practice.

In this case, "realized talent" is also very important - even if it seems mediocre, he has made it here after all, hasn't he?

Now it seems that the registration meeting has finally determined their tendencies, talents and strength, which are about between seven and three.

Qi Mengchen suddenly said softly: "The material of beautiful jade is earlier than the cutting of swords; when a sword is about to be forged, the divine iron must be recognized first."

Xiang Zongyuan smiled slightly and then continued to recite: "Yan, Yang and other first-class swordsmen are all taught the true biography before they are seven years old. It is determined that this person has no progress in three years and can wait for ten years. If you want to get the ripe fruit, you will lose the good seeds, and people can wish for it, but not understand it, and this is the case."

Bai Fei stroked his palms and praised: "Yes, the revision conference has clearly stated its direction. Maybe it was also influenced by this sword treatise."

Yan Bingjian narrowed his eyes and said, "Huh?" "What is this?"

Nan Guannu smiled: "Brother Yan, if you are tired of looking at girls, you might as well read Di Bao. This is the September Sword Review by Cui Zhaoye from Shenjing, and it is recorded by Yan Feiqing [Questioning the Heart in the Fire]."

"Hmm!" Yan Bingjian's drunken eyes widened, while Chi Longyun sat injured next to him, lowering his head and stroking his sword. On the other side, Zuo Sheng was still silently flipping through the sword book in his hand, as if he was cut off from the world.

The names were reported one by one, and more and more of them were familiar. The swordsmen on the Liuhe platform began to talk about the swordsmanship, talents, and impressions of these names, becoming more and more serious until the roll call reached the first thirty.

As if a certain invisible line had been crossed, those seriousness suddenly began to turn into sharpness.

As the names got closer to them, the words began to become sparse, and they began to listen quietly.

"Twenty-seven, Zhang Lingwen. [The long sword leaves its sheath and the clouds leave the moon], twenty-two, seven lives, it is agreed: Shu Ke."

"Twenty-five, Wang Jinhong. [Holding the sword like a tiger's teeth, controlling the sword like a tiger's heart], twenty-one, eight lives, agreed: Shuke."

Until we get to the top twenty.

I don't know who the words ended from, and the movements of everyone's hands began to stop one after another. Qi Mengchen put down the tea cup to Zong Yuan, Su Xingke also stopped chewing, Yan Bingjian squatted the wine bottle on his lap, and even Zuo Sheng lowered his head. He closed his eyes on the sword book.

For the first time, Liuhe Terrace fell into such condensed silence.

Soon the first person's ranking was settled: "Nineteen, Qu Ying. [The sword is clear and the heart is tough, the road ahead is straight], twenty, seven lives, it is agreed: Shuke."

The woman lowered her head and silently grasped the hilt of the sword.

This is a ranking that is not commensurate with her goal, but in the past twenty years, she has known countless times that she cannot change the sword talent judged by God. Under the standard of "seven or three", she can only accept this result.

No one spoke, including Yan Bingjian and Chi Longyun, because soon, the second familiar name arrived.

"Sixteen, the book of the Song Dynasty. [The extreme love will hurt, the sword will stand up], nineteenth, eight lives, it is agreed: Shuke."

Then came "Thirteen, Bai Fei", "Eleven, Chi Longyun". Until the eighth time, this golden book finally came to its end.

Or the top of it.

Not only was the atmosphere in Liuhe Terrace tense to the extreme, but in the sea of ​​people below Zhijian Downstairs, the eagerness to watch was also at its peak.

These are the countless arguments that have occurred in countless places over the past two months. Those names that are known to everyone, those swordsmen who have left their voices in different legends of the world. Who is higher than who?

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

Xiang Zongyuan and Cui Zijie, one is said to have a strong background, and the other is said to be highly talented. So who is the real number one in swordsmanship? Who will challenge whom on the Jade Sword Stage tomorrow?

Nan Guannu and Qi Mengchen are two well-known fairies. They are similar in age, have similar backgrounds, and have the same outstanding appearance and temperament. So in the clear swordsmanship, who is better?

Even Yan Bingjian, who behaves boldly and has won the favor of countless people in the world, Zuo Sheng, who is said to have never made a move with all his strength, and the pearl young man who just turned 18 and defeated Chi Longyun with three moves in front of everyone.

Who is stronger than whom?

For the four sword sects, every battle from here on is crucial.

But the next roll call caught everyone off guard.

"Eighth, Qi Mengchen. [Use the sword outside the sword, keep the pearl in the pearl], twenty-three years old, eight lives, discussion: little doubt."

Qi Mengchen was slightly startled, and the hand holding the cup was suspended in the air. This was not her unique reaction. There was a moment of silence on the Liuhe platform and even downstairs at Zhijian.

And the next article has been reported: "Seventh, Nan Guannu, [Nan Guannu is frightened and his feathers fall, and he sleeps with his sword in the flowers]. Twenty-three years old, eight lives, discussion: little doubt."

The supporters of Nan Guannu downstairs at Zhijian have already burst into cheers, while the other side is pointing at the rare "little suspicion". Obviously, the tone of the revision committee is becoming less firm, and the Jade Sword Stage will be held in the next two days The changes will be more severe.

But for more discerning people on Liuhe stage and outside the stage, these two roll calls came a bit beyond expectations, and this "accident" continued, and the clear voice continued to sing.

"Sixth, Yan Bingjian."

"Fifth, Zuo Sheng"

The roll call of the two people also used "little suspicion" to distinguish them, and it was at this time that more and more people realized that something was wrong.

This is the top of the top of this golden book. Many people are cheering and marveling at the young dark horse Su Xingke - for those who have no position, everyone is always happy to see this kind of miracle.

He actually surpassed Zuo Sheng and Yan Bingjian, and ranked in the top three with Xiang Zongyuan and Cui Zijie. I wonder who could.

Wait, how many first?

The clear voice is still marching - "Fourth, Su Xingke. [Draw your sword and ride the Lilong, display your spirit and rainbow], eighteen, eight lives, it is agreed: Shuke."

Su Xingke stood up suddenly, shaking the table and pouring the cup. He strode to the railing and stared at the name slowly outlined on the light gold scroll, anger surging violently under his stiff expression.

Qi Mengchen also put down his cup and stood up, slowly coming to the young man's side, his expression more serious than ever.

No one blamed them for their gaffe, because a strange silence had long fallen on the entire Liuhe Terrace.

——"Third, Cui Zijie. [God asked about Yu's presence, and the mayfly turned into a frightened giant], Nineteen, Eighth Life, Discuss: Little Doubt."

Quietly, Cui Zijie did not move. He silently hugged his long sword, pursed his lips and looked out of the fence, tapping the scabbard with his fingers subconsciously.

Everyone was as silent as he was.

——"Second, Xiang Zongyuan. [How many people really know Feng, and the old sword never forgets his skill], twenty-four, eight lives, it is agreed: Shu Ke."

Xiang Zongyuan was still sitting quietly, but for the first time, the face was not calm and composed, but the corners of his mouth turned downward, showing an expressionless expression.

Nan Guannu stood up slowly, pursed her lips and held the railing, looking at the wall of the Jade Sword Platform with clear eyes.

The uproar downstairs in Zhijian stopped at this moment. At first they were surprised that there was a dark horse, and then they were shocked and angry thinking that there was a shady story, but now, everything has become quiet.

One hundred thousand people listened, and the jade sword audience quietly heard the needle drop.

The clear voice sang out as always:

"First, Pei Ye. [Looking back, the matter has been decided, please look at the heroes]. Seventeen, six lives. The revision meeting decided: no worries."