You know, before, when the young man in black set up the sword platform here, it did not attract the appearance of the Lord of Qingzhou City. But now that Ye Ping is practicing sword, he actually attracted the Lord of Qingzhou City. How can this not be shocking? The Lord of Qingzhou City looked at Ye Ping in the distance, not caring about the compliments from the crowd. Just at this moment, an old man spoke and looked at the Lord of Qingzhou City. "Lord City Lord, may I ask if this person is really gathering the sword intent?" The person asking the questions was an old man, an official of the ancient city of Qingzhou. He knew the city lord, so he dared to ask the question. When the voice sounded, not only he, but many sword cultivators around him were curious. They were just guessing and were not sure. When asked, the Lord of Qingzhou City glanced at Ye Ping, then nodded and said, "Yes." After hearing this, everyone was completely shocked. Different people saying different things will have completely different effects. With the Qingzhou City Lord's personal admission, there was an uproar for a while.
But soon, the Qingzhou City Lord's gaze did not look at Ye Ping, but fell on Su Changyu. That’s right, it fell on Su Changyu. not far away. Su Changyu, who survived the disaster, had a blank mind at this moment. For a person who has just experienced life and death, no matter what happens, it cannot attract his attention. Feeling the gaze of the Qingzhou City Lord, Su Changyu subconsciously raised his head. The two looked at each other. Su Changyu seemed very calm because he had not yet come to his senses. And a hint of doubt appeared in the eyes of the Qingzhou City Lord. Naturally, what happened here could not escape his eyes. He knew that Ye Ping was Su Changyu's junior fellow apprentice, but the Lord of Qingzhou City saw through Su Changyu's realm at a glance. Five levels of Qi training. This is a bit strange. How could a cultivator at the fifth level of Qi training have such a temperament? The Lord of Qingzhou City could tell at a glance that Su Changyu's temperament and the calmness in his eyes were not pretended at all. This is definitely not the temperament that a Qigong practitioner can have. But the Lord of Qingzhou City was not sure whether Su Changyu must be an unparalleled master. That's when. Above the sky, a hundred thousand swords suddenly became chaotic, and the sword power dissipated bit by bit. "What's going on here?"
"what happened?" "The sword seems to have weakened." Voices rang out one after another, and everyone was filled with curiosity. "I understand. He failed to gather his sword power." "Failed to condense the sword intent?" "Yes, the sword force has been dispersed, and the concentration of sword power has failed." "Sure enough, it is not easy to concentrate the sword intent. I thought I would see the birth of a supreme sword genius. It seems that geniuses are only a minority in this world, just like me." "Fortunately, he didn't condense his sword intent, otherwise, his position as the number one sword genius in Qingzhou would be in jeopardy." "Fellow Daoist, can you please stop bragging? How can you claim to be the best swordsman in Qingzhou? You are only a little bit better than me. How can you claim to be the best?" "Are you stupid? If I'm number one, then you're number two, right?" "Hiss! That makes sense. Fine then, from now on, you will be the number one in Qingzhou, and I will be the number two." "In that case, can't I be the third one?" "I want a fourth." "fifth!" The crowd was talking, and the originally good topic was suddenly diverted. However, most of the cultivators were just there to watch the fun. They knew they were no match for Ye Ping, so they had a good attitude. But some monks are different. They are indeed geniuses and they are very concerned about whether Ye Ping can succeed. For them, Ye Ping's success in condensing his sword intent was a fatal blow. After all, there is a huge difference between sword force and sword intent. If you condense sword force, no matter how strong the sword force is, you can catch up. But if you succeed in condensing sword intent, you will never be able to catch up. After seeing Ye Ping fail in concentrating his sword intent, some young cultivators couldn't help but laugh. I couldn't even help but speak. "In this world, geniuses are few and far between. It is simply impossible to concentrate the sword power in your early twenties." "Yes, although this person may have some background, he is indeed a bit conceited. In his twenties, he wants to condense the sword spirit. He is very conceited." "Should we say he is confident or conceited?" These voices did not mock Ye Ping, but there was a sense of sarcasm in their tone. Suddenly, it attracted the attention of another group of people. "Hey, I was wondering where there was a sour smell, I didn't expect it was here." "This is hilarious. Although this junior brother hasn't condensed the sword intent, he is at least close to success. Look at you guys. You actually have the nerve to criticize him? Don't you even look at your own character?"
"That's right, sisters, we must open our eyes and see clearly that some people are not good enough and still laugh at others." "Sisters, I have written down the names of these people in the Record of Scumbags. I will share them with you later so that we won't marry the wrong person in the future." Among the crowd, the voices of some female cultivators were heard. In the world of cultivating immortals, strength is respected, so men and women are equal. There is no such thing as male cultivators and female cultivators. Whoever has a higher level of cultivation has a higher status. Therefore, the ratio of men to women is basically 50-50. Among the 100,000 cultivators inside and outside Qingzhou City, 30,000 to 40,000 are female cultivators. This group of female cultivators were extremely powerful in combat. Each of them could instantly silence the other party with their scolding. Some female cultivators even used the Record of Bad Cultivators, which scared many male cultivators into shutting up. This Record of Bad Cultivators, as the name suggests, records men with bad morals to prevent one from marrying the wrong person in the future. This Record of Bad Cultivators is no joke, once you are written down, you are basically doomed. Unless you move to another area and start a new life, you still have to be careful. It would be embarrassing if you meet a female cultivator from the same city. After all, women are the most vengeful people in the world. However, just as everyone was arguing, the voice of the Qingzhou City Lord could not help but ring out. "Failed to gather the sword's will? You are truly ignorant and stupid." His voice rang out, instantly attracting a lot of attention. "City Lord, what does this mean?" Some people were puzzled. It was obvious that the sword force had already collapsed, so why did he say this? "This is not a failure in condensing the sword will, but establishing the sword will and laying the foundation. I don't want to condense the sword will too early. I want to wait until I have truly perfected my swordsmanship before condensing the sword will. However, some people are ignorant and stupid. They laugh at others for their own poor qualifications. It's really ridiculous." "We sword cultivators must be broad-minded. Sword cultivators are gentlemen. Those who are jealous are mean people. Even if they have some talent, they will never become great in the future." The Lord of Qingzhou City coldly mocked these people who spoke in a sarcastic tone. He understood at a glance what Ye Ping was doing. He didn't want to get involved, but in the end he couldn't help but made a few sarcastic remarks. After these words were spoken, all of those who had been speaking in a sarcastic tone were shocked and ashamed, and finally left the crowd stealthily. That's when. The sword in the sky flew back into everyone's hands. The strange vision disappeared and Ye Ping opened his eyes. Chapter 89 Li Changye, Wang Minghao arrives [New book asks for everything] All the swords returned to everyone's hands. Everything seemed calm and peaceful again. If everyone's eyes had not been focused on Ye Ping, it would have been as if nothing had happened. Just at this moment, Ye Ping opened his eyes. He didn't care about the eyes of the crowd, but looked at Su Changyu with shame on his face.
"Big Brother, I am dull and have been unable to comprehend the sword intent. I hope you can forgive me." Ye Ping was filled with shame. He was indeed about to comprehend the sword intent just now, but he inexplicably felt that neither the Four Thunder Sword Intent nor the Sky River Sword Intent was suitable for him. In the end, he chose to give up, so he failed to condense the sword intent. As soon as these words were spoken, hundreds of thousands of monks fell silent. Qingzhou monk: “???” Xu Qiubai: “???” Qingzhou City Lord: “???” Except for Su Changyu, all the cultivators were a little confused. Ye Ping's words were really harsh. Yeah, it's definitely jarring. You call this stupidity? Are you humiliating me? It's fine if you humiliate me, but the Lord of Qingzhou City hasn't even condensed his sword intent, so you're humiliating the Lord as well? But before everyone could come to their senses, Su Changyu had already come to his senses. The fighting is over, and now it’s time for me, Su, to show off. He looked at Ye Ping with extremely calm eyes. He wanted to say something, but after thinking about it, he didn't know what to say, so he didn't answer Ye Ping's question. Instead, under the attention of everyone, he walked towards the ancient city of Qingzhou. "Let's go into town." These three understated words further elevated his temperament as a peerless swordsman. "Yes, senior brother." Ye Ping quickly stood up and walked towards Su Changyu without paying any attention to Li Yu and others. "Teacher, teacher, wait for me, wait for me together." Seeing Ye Ping walking into the city, Li Yu hurriedly followed him, jogging behind Ye Ping all the way. At this moment, the expression of the Lord of Qingzhou City on the city wall changed. His eyes fell on Li Yu, and his eyes were full of shock. "Prince?" The Lord of Qingzhou City was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the Prince of Jin was also here. "Why is the prince here? And he even calls this young man his master. Wait!" At this moment, the Lord of Qingzhou City seemed to have thought of something, and his whole body trembled. Jin State...led by the Inspector General? That’s right, it’s the Inspector General. "I see, I see, I see."
The Lord of Qingzhou City was shocked. He had already guessed Su Changyu's identity. After the shock, he was overjoyed. However, although he had guessed part of it, he did not act rashly, but left the city gate quietly. this moment. Inside Qingzhou City. As Su Changyu and Ye Ping walked out of the passage, countless eyes were cast on them. There is envy, jealousy, sourness, and also a lot of admiration.