The Lord who use immortals as food

Resolved: No worries.

In the entire roll call of seventy-two people, these four words only appeared twice.

"Negotiation" already means basic agreement, and "shu Ke" means not to bite the bullet. After all, the real battle will be decided on the Jade Sword Stage in the next two days.

Therefore, for many people, even if the revision meeting agrees to give this position, they will still adopt the attitude of "it's agreed: it's OK", because there is no benefit in saying it, and it is completely unnecessary.

As Qu Xin said, these four words represent "no doubt".

——There is no doubt that the name "Pei Ye" should be ranked in this position, listed in the first column of the jade sword and gold panel.

When people laughed for the seventy-two, they never thought that these four words would settle on the number one.

From Liuhe Terrace to the entire Sword Terrace, the whole place was silent. The clear roll call was correct and powerful, without any hint of guilt, and the lingering sound still echoed in the sky.

When the name Qi Mengchen appeared in the eighth, some people had keenly discovered that a dark horse had broken into the top eight. They looked at each other with smiles and looked forward to it with interest. Some well-informed people suggested "Ji Zhuowu" Waiting for some names.

But when Zuo Sheng appeared in fifth place, they frowned in confusion, anger and confusion began to appear on the court, and commotion spread like a tide. Many people think that this is an inside story, that the imperial court forced their people in, and that this is a fool of the Sword Selection Club!

When Su Xingke and Cui Zijie's roll call came, the venue almost turned into an uncontrollable uproar, and even the calmest people frowned at this time.

But when Xiang Zongyuan settled on second place, everything became quiet.

There is no such inside story.

If so, it is the most ridiculous provocation.

Everyone listened blankly, as that extremely unfamiliar name appeared at the top of the sword book without any doubt.

The book repair meeting looked at all the heroes and decided that it was all right. Shaolong Jian was only 17 years old, and his name was Pei Ye.

After the unimaginable silence, the most violent noise arose in the field, with shock, confusion, and more urgent questions bursting out in an instant.

On the Liuhe Terrace, silence still enveloped the entire place.

Su Xingke stood in front of the railing with an expressionless face, and fingerprints had been pinched out of the wood.

No one spoke. They knew who would be their opponent two months ago, because looking at the entire Shaolong, there were only a few people standing at the same height as them. They came here with confidence two or three days ago, and until just now they were still at odds with each other.

It is precisely because each of them is good enough that they are never afraid of face-to-face competition and never bow to others.

However, this name is not even on Ruhedai.

Finally, Xiang Zongyuan regained his composure. He raised his hand and poured another cup of tea. Nan Guannu spoke softly on the other side, but there was no longer a smile on his lips: "Do any of you recognize this leader?"

No one said anything, and several people didn't even turn their heads. Bai Fei shook his head blankly.

Yan Bingjian took a sip of wine: "I don't know the sect, the origin, or the inheritance. I don't even know the gender."

Bai Fei was surprised: "Is she a girl?"

Qi Mengchen was silent for a moment: "'Looking back, the matter has been decided, please look at the heroes'. It is not a judgment of swordsmanship at all."

Xiang Zong Yuandao lowered his eyes and poured tea: "Since the book repair meeting is 'nothing', then there must be enough 'nothing' about Pei Ye. I am looking forward to hearing from this mysterious young man in the next two days." legend."

At this moment, the clear voice once again spread throughout the audience: "The above are the seventy-two swordsmen recorded in the 'Shaolong Swordsmanship Golden Book'. The order will also serve as the basis for future revision.”

"At midnight tomorrow, all the talents are invited to go to the Jade Sword Platform to cultivate the Golden Book together for two days. Specific details and invitation letters have been sent to where you are staying. In addition: Mr. Pei Ye is temporarily seriously injured and will go to the Jade Sword Platform before completing the book the day after tomorrow. Test the swords on the sword platform to determine the top three positions."

"I sincerely thank you all for participating in this grand event. Now I know that Shaolong Lin will fly like a phoenix, and the prosperity of swordsmanship will be just around the corner."

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Amid the tidal wave of uproar, Liuhetai fell into silence again. Cui Zijie suddenly smiled coldly: "So, we Shaolong also have a 'True Lin'er'? - Liusheng?"

No one answered, so he picked up his sword and got up and went downstairs.

Su Xingke still stood by the railing with an expressionless face, muttering in a low voice: "Seventeen."

It is now the twelfth hour of the day, and the sun is setting towards the west. Every hour from now on, countless people will search hard for the reputation and deeds of this seventeen-year-old boy, and then touch on some of the specious news. The high wall of mystery and taboo.

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Pei Ye is completely stupid.

The two syllables of "Pei Ye" were so loud, and the two ink characters were so clear. He turned his head blankly, and Qu Xin turned his head and looked at him, saying flatly: "Congratulations."

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Pei Ye turned around and realized that all of this was really happening.

He remembered Master Sui saying "I want people to recognize you first", and he also remembered Cheng Yuanqi's warning just now, "You may be punished tomorrow", but he never thought it would be this way.

He thought he could take a ride on the Sword Selection Club, show his face, make friends with everyone, and learn swordsmanship. Naturally, he recognized them.

Because the sword selection meeting has nothing to do with him from beginning to end.

This is a major event that the Shaolong government office and the entire martial arts world have been preparing for for two months. Countless people from the martial arts world flocked to the city to watch the ceremony. It also has the most stringent selection and regulations. The great sword sects such as Mingzhu Waterside and Luoying Mountain wanted to meet Cheng Yuanqi, perhaps just to ask some questions, but were all seriously rejected.

Now, this huge and complicated event has finally come to its conclusion after two months, and then Lord Sui said. Of course you are the first.

So this is the real fame in Shaolong.

Pei Ye turned around in the indescribable surge, and saw a white-bearded and cold-faced old man standing behind him. It was Gao Feigong who accompanied him all the way from Kongtong.

Pei Ye stood up quickly: "Commander Gao, why are you here?"

Gao Feigong smiled slightly: "I have been secretly protecting Master Pei as entrusted by the governor."

"Ah!"

"Just now, the governor sent a message that he will meet you in the medical building at midnight." Gao Feigong had a soft silk cloak on his hand, "The roll call is over. If you want to return now, we will set off now."

Pei Ye did not leave the pavilion, but went down the Zhijian Tower from the reserved corridor stairs. When he stepped out of the door, the mixed voices of pedestrians came as expected.

"Yes, who knows him? I've never heard of him."

"He's only seventeen."

"I'm so excited, but I don't know who he is?"

"I don't believe he's better than Cui, Xiang, and Su! Have you seen his sword? How can a timid person be the first?"

"Quick, quick, go to Du Wu Niang to see if there's any news about this young genius. I'll buy him for five taels of silver!"

Pei Ye raised his hand and pulled down his hood, but suddenly his eyes shifted, and he was slightly startled to see the group of people from Feiyan Jianmen leaning against the eaves next to the building.

The girl named Zixin was obviously injured in the previous competition. She sat on the ground with a band on her left arm and red eyes, and the others gave her the only shade.

Ren Zixin obviously didn't expect someone to come out of this solid and restrained little door. She raised her head and was slightly surprised to see the boy sitting cross-legged on a stool under the teahouse.

Bai Pu's clothes and boots were gone, and next to him was another cool and beautiful girl, and behind him was a white-bearded old man with a majestic aura. The golden sun shone on the angles of the boy's jaw, and he nodded and turned to walk towards the handsome carriage.

The soft cloak swayed in the wind, and Ren Zixin was stunned to recognize the material that he dared not ask his father for, [Jiao Xi Zi], which only cost five feet a day, and one foot cost twenty taels of silver.