Chapter 1516 I Can Too

I deliberately highlighted the importance of Qin An, was that right?

He's just an Earthling, a little guy who may only have a lifespan of twenty-odd Earth years.

Was she being a little too cruel to him?

There are 20,000 candidates, from all major human races, with average strength above the Four Souls realm, and each of these people has brought some subordinates, some brothers, and even some super strong people hidden behind!

In other words, the number of relevant people participating in the husband selection meeting is estimated to be more than 100,000!

So Qin An has now become a thorn in their side.

Even the very aloof Dongfang Changqin knew that Qin An was sitting next to him and then provoked him, so presumably there should be more eyes looking at Qin An with malicious intent.

Wow, it’s so confusing.

"Oh my god! What can I do? Changqin was my idol in the past, and Qin An is the kid I like now. If they are paired together, who should I cheer for?"

Zeng Huan spoke very depressedly.

Linghua turned around and glared at Zeng Huan fiercely.

This damn girl actually revealed her thoughts.

Ah... She also once admired Changqin, but now she... can't be said to be very fond of Qin An. It's just because of those poems.

When she talked about poetry, Linghua's expression turned bad again.

The discussion in the crowd outside the VIP room was quite loud just now. Linghua seemed to have heard someone saying that the poems written by Qin An were all made up of random words!

Doesn’t this mean that you don’t have the level of appreciation? She felt that Qin An's poems were well written. Not only did the words convey the meaning, but they were also thoughtful.

Some are to praise one's beauty, some are to describe one's own character, some are to tell others about their love for oneself, and some are to tease others.

In short, Linghua thinks they are all good and good.

It seems that this collection of poems will be sent for transcription, and then some will be published and sold, so that the public can see Qin An's talent.

She is not a stingy person. Since Qin An is talented, she will not deny it.

But no matter how talented a person is, he will probably be helpless when facing Dongfang Changqin, right?

Qin An doesn't know how to write calligraphy on the ground, right? One sings and the other writes? In a duel in different fields, even if Qin An could impress people with his superb handwriting skills, he would still be inferior.

Thinking of this, Linghua actually regretted it. Maybe she shouldn't let Qin An go out?

...

On the rostrum, a handsome and burly middle-aged man sat upright. In addition to a group of concubines, there were several princes, ministers and personal guards beside him.

The middle-aged man's name is Mo Yu Dongchen, and he is the father of Princess Linghua, so Linghua's full name is Mo Yulinghua.

"Mu Tie, is this person Qin An?"

The old man named Mu Tie looks to be in his seventies, with a gray beard. His true age is almost more than 70,000 Earth years.

"King, he is Qin An, he has good handwriting!"

"Haha, good calligraphy? A scholar? I want to choose a husband for Linghua, not a writer. Mu Tie, have you investigated his origins?"

"We don't know who he is at the moment. We only know that he seems to have just entered this territorial space. He seems to know some people in the alliance. He must be from Earth. This time he came to our territory with the Xiao family brothers and sisters. "

"The Xiao family? The fifth largest family back then?"

"yes!"

"Ah, it's a pity. There hasn't been any famous person in their family in thousands of years. Okay, okay, leave him alone and let the sword dance team get ready. When Dongfang Changqin and Qin An go down, let them I went up to perform. Dongfang Changqin, I had heard his name a long time ago. I thought he was such a noble master, but I didn’t expect him to be so helpless. Didn’t the princess just have a little interest in Qin An? He took action to ask Challenge someone and bully a weakling! How can such a person become the king of our Green Sword Clan?"

Nanfang Yuan, the head of the Nan family, one of the four major families, stood up from his seat, bowed to Mo Yu Dongchen and saluted:

"Dear King, my two sons Nan Guang and Nan Muchen both participated in the husband selection meeting..."

Mo Yu Dongchen waved his hand and interrupted Nanfang Yuandao:

"Nan Guang is also in the Five Soul Sword Sect realm now, right? He has been trapped in this space for eighteen years, and now he can be regarded as the leader of the imperial force. To be honest, I am not optimistic about him. As for Nan Muchen, this child has great hopes. Ah, I heard that he is already more powerful than you?"

The Five Soul Sword Sect Nanfang smiled far away and said: "Well, the peak of the Five Soul Sword Sect is just one thought away from the Sword God!"

"Haha, how many people on the Sword Spirit Star have been trapped in this thought for tens of thousands of years and are unable to form a sword spirit and become a god? Do you think it is really that easy to become a sword god?"

There was a hint of pride in Mo Yu Dongchen's tone.

My daughter is so awesome. She has become a sword god at such a young age!

Damn it, Mo Yu Dongchen sometimes wakes up from his dreams laughing. He is the father of a real sword god, which is even more impressive than the title of King of Green Sword!

...

Like Mo Yu Dongchen, superiors like Nanfang Yuan don't really care about a small person like Qin An. They are all thinking about their own thoughts.

Then the ordinary people at the scene were excited.

Some people who didn't know Qin An began to inquire, and those who knew Qin An began to tell. More people hated the noise of the people around them, because the singing and playing of Dongfang Changqin did not stop. Although Dongfang Changqin had weakened his mental power, But the melodious intertwining of the song and the piano still made people feel relaxed and happy, and no one wanted to be disturbed.

After all the fuss and exaggeration, people finally pointed the finger at Qin An, thinking that Qin An's appearance interrupted their good mood of listening to the music.

"Go down! Earthlings go down!"

"That's right, get out of the Green Sword Clan camp!"

"You are an Earthling who is not as old as my youngest son, haha! Get out of here!"

The way this person speaks is the most widely used method used by the Qingjian tribe to ridicule the people on earth.

They feel that only if a person lives for a long time can his mental power become stronger and his cultivation become better.

Things like mental power are illusory to people on earth, but to the races on the Sword Spirit Star, it is a real parameter, just like strength and speed.

In some technology-led races, there are even methods for measuring mental power, as well as many accurate calculation formulas and theorems.

Therefore, the short lifespan of the people on earth makes the Qingjian people discriminate against them.

Princess Linghua listened to the insults and sighed softly.

Yes, this is the fundamental problem. Your life has just begun. You may live for tens of thousands of years, or even tens of thousands of years.

And Qin An... a human on earth, can he live another hundred years? The king of the Qingjian tribe can't have such a short lifespan, right?

My father's real age is actually much older than he looks. He is even older than Mu Tie. His current life span may be less than 10,000 years, so now he is already considering his successor.

Just because of this, Qin An cannot become the King of Green Sword.

Even if he makes the twenty-four-man roster...

"Why!"

Linghua sighed again, and then began to laugh at herself, how could this be possible? How could Qin An be included in the twenty-four-man list? Why would I think of such a thing? Could it be that I have expectations for him?

The depressed Linghua only felt very irritable, which was a mood she had never felt before.

In the center of the huge square, Qin Jing stood there quietly, looking at the Dongfang Changqin opposite.

This person is indeed very handsome, but in terms of earthly aesthetics, he is still a bit feminine. To put it harshly, he has a bit of a effeminate attitude.

After he appeared, Dongfang Changqin didn't react at all. He still had a faint smile on his face, stroking the strings and singing a cappella.

Tens of seconds later, his singing suddenly became high-pitched, and the music that pierced the eardrums made the people present stop insulting Qin An, and were once again shocked by the Oriental Changqin.

After several consecutive climaxes, Dongfang Changqin's singing finally became delicate again, and it seemed that it was nearing the end.

From beginning to end, Dongfang Changqin ignored Qin An.

After another few dozen seconds, the song is about to end.

Perhaps it was because Qin An had not responded that Dongfang Changqin lost interest. He finally took back the star beam that shone on Qin An. Qin An fell into darkness and was forgotten by people during the ending song.

"The singing is so good! This is the most beautiful and beautiful singing I have ever heard in my life! I am so touched!"

"Ah... I will have no regrets even if I die in this Warcraft territory. The last time I listened to Changqin's song was three thousand years ago. He was on the other side of the continent, three thousand miles away from me. I I was working as a farmer when his singing suddenly came out, which I will never forget! Ah, I didn’t expect to be able to hear his singing so close today! It’s great!”

"I want to cry, and I still want to cry! I think I have fallen in love with Changqin, and I want to follow him forever!"

This sentence was spoken by a rough and arrogant man. In the darkness, Qin An's mouth twitched twice, and he felt a little pain in his anus.

Mud horse!

Are these people stupid?

Alas, they are indeed aliens and cannot understand their pursuit of music.

The singing of the Changqin ends, the night disappears, and the day rises.

Just when people were still talking, and just when Princess Linghua looked at Qin An with a trace of pity in her eyes, the situation in the sky suddenly changed, and a strange vision appeared!

Qin An has the ability to control the weather. If he wants to pretend to be awesome, then he should pretend to be bigger!

He knew that many people had noticed him now because of Princess Linghua's preferential treatment to him.

There is no need to hide this kind of moment in a low profile. Since his target is Mo Yu Dongchen's chair and the king of Princess Linghua, then he must bear everyone's attention, whether there is hostility behind these eyes or envy, jealousy, hate!

The dark clouds seemed to be pushed around by a big hand, and finally formed a huge ring in the sky! The shape seemed like a mushroom cloud produced by an atomic bomb explosion, or like an accumulation of clouds and mist produced when an alien guest spacecraft landed!

After everyone was attracted by the momentum of the sky, Princess Linghua still looked at Qin An firmly. She found that a very simple piano suddenly appeared in Qin An's hand!

Ah...could it be said that he can also sing and play?

And that piano... Linghua's face became solemn, and she felt the powerful spiritual power contained in the piano.

This object actually seems to be more powerful than the Changqin sword of Dongfang Changqin. What is it?