Chapter 175 Imperial Talent

As soon as the man finished speaking, countless people looked towards Baizhang Cliff with sharp eyes.

I saw a young man in white slowly walking towards Baizhang Cliff, with steady steps, looking so natural, and every step he took seemed to contain mysteries, which made people lose their minds.

"Who is this person? I seem to have never seen him before?" Someone looked at the young man in white from a distance and asked someone next to him.

"The distance is too far, I didn't recognize him, but this back figure is so familiar, I seem to have seen him somewhere." The person next to him responded. He was fortunate to witness the whole process of the feast and martial arts competition, so he had some impression of Qin Xuan, but at this time there was only a back figure, so he couldn't tell that the young man in white was Qin Xuan.

"This person looks a little extraordinary, maybe he also wants to come to Baizhang Cliff to show his style and make a name for himself in Tianyu." Someone guessed.

"No, he has only cultivated to the ninth level of Kaiyuan Realm, how could he come to Baizhang Cliff?" Someone immediately refuted that it was not a lie that Feiyuan Mansion could not wait for Baizhang Cliff.

For a moment, the disciples around the Baizhang Cliff were talking one after another, and their eyes were all focused on the young man in white. This person was at the ninth level of Kaiyuan Realm. Did he climb the cliff after Jianmo? Was there any other meaning in it?

The discussion below was so loud that Jianmo, who was at the top of the Baizhang Cliff, came to his senses and looked down.

When he saw the figure in white, his expression suddenly froze there, and his eyes suddenly widened, as if he saw something incredible.

Even though they were a hundred feet away, Jianmo still recognized him at a glance. At this moment, he was the same as before, still so unrestrained and indifferent, detached from the world, and ordinary clothes could not hide his peerless elegance.

"Why is he here?" Jianmo's eyes flashed with surprise, as if he thought of something, and he flashed and flew down.

Jianze also saw Qin Xuan, and his eyes flickered a few times. Obviously, Qin Xuan's arrival surprised him.

"Look, Jian Mo is coming down!" Seeing Jian Mo flying down, the crowd was in an uproar again.

Everyone was shocked and turned their eyes to Jian Mo. Compared with the young man in white, Jian Mo's attraction was undoubtedly much greater.

Jian Mo landed steadily, but he did not care about the eyes of the people around him, but stepped towards the young man in white, and even his steps were a little hurried, as if he was a little excited.

"You are here." Jian Mo shouted, and his figure stopped not far from Qin Xuan. When he saw that Qin Xuan's cultivation was still the ninth level of Kaiyuan Realm, he couldn't help but tremble in his heart. The ninth level of Kaiyuan Realm, coming to Baizhang Cliff, is he going to climb the cliff?

Hearing the voice behind him, Qin Xuan paused, turned slightly, and when he saw the face of the person who was speaking, a smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he said with a smile: "I saw your performance just now, it was very good."

Jian Mo's eyes flashed with a light, stared at Qin Xuan, and asked: "How is it compared to you?"

Qin Xuan did not answer, but just smiled, then turned around, continued to move forward, and walked towards Baizhang Cliff in a chic manner.

"Who is he? He seems to know Jian Mo. Is he a genius from a big family?" Many disciples whispered, with doubts in their eyes.

Most of the disciples here are Kaiyuan Realm disciples. They have been practicing in the sect, and their contact with Qin Xuan is not extensive. Their understanding of Qin Xuan is only at the level of hearing, but they have never really seen him. For a while, no one recognized him.

"He really wants to climb the cliff. Is it really possible for a Kaiyuan Realm ninth-level cultivator?"

"I think he is overestimating his own abilities. No one in the Kaiyuan Realm has ever climbed the Baizhang Cliff. How could he do it!"

"It seems that today's Baizhang Cliff is destined to be extraordinary."

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Jian Mo didn't pay attention to the discussions in his ears, because he knew clearly that the young man in white had created many miracles with his own hands, and before, just like now, no one believed him.

Qin Xuan came to the bottom of the Baizhang Cliff, looking at the towering and steep Baizhang Cliff. The sound of sword energy echoing in the valley could be vaguely heard, which was soul-stirring and long.

"I don't know what level my talent will be." Qin Xuan whispered in his heart, and then a bright and dazzling light flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, his temperament suddenly changed greatly, and purple-gold light flashed in his pupils. A powerful sword state of mind spread from his body, instantly covering the surrounding space and turning into a world of swords.

Qin Xuan took another step forward, and his momentum increased a bit. A peerless aura that dominated the world rushed straight into the sky, like a king descending, unstoppable.

However, this did not stop, in fact, it had just begun.

Qin Xuan took a step forward, and with each step, his aura rose madly in geometric form, as if there was no limit. Behind him, a huge sword shadow emerged faintly, releasing extremely powerful sword power.

"This boy has a talent against the sky!" Jian Ze slowly closed his eyes and sighed. Such a monster, Qingtian Sword Sect missed it, what a pity.

"Who is he, how can he have such a powerful sword state!" Feeling the terrible power of the sword, someone finally discovered Qin Xuan's unusualness and asked in surprise.

Jian Mo saw this scene, his pupils couldn't help shrinking, and his heart trembled slightly. Is he so powerful?

A powerful sword energy surged out from the sword body and slashed into the valley, followed by a continuous echo, which seemed to contain the artistic conception of the sword, like the roar of a real dragon, with a majestic momentum that made people's blood boil.

Many disciples with lower realms, upon hearing the sound, felt their breathing quicken and their true essence surged wildly. They seemed unable to bear the force and retreated, not daring to approach the phantom of the sword.

"It's too scary. The sword intent in the sound alone is so scary. How strong must the sword shadow be? What level has he reached?"

Many disciples were trembling in their hearts. This was the first time they had encountered such a situation. They had never experienced it before.

At this time, Qin Xuan's aura seemed to have reached an extreme. The demon's state of mind condensed into armor to protect his body. The star map in his body was running to the extreme. His meridians were expanding, his blood was churning, his true essence gathered in his limbs and bones, and his whole body was filled with infinite power.

At this moment, Qin Xuan was so powerful that it was unimaginable.

"Roar!" A domineering roar came from Qin Xuan's mouth, and the world seemed to tremble.

The next scene stunned countless disciples of the Qingtian Sword Sect and they would never forget it.

In the Hundred-foot Cliff, countless sword energies soared into the sky, and then intertwined with each other, twisting and folding continuously, and finally condensed into the shape of a real dragon, and a long dragon roar was heard, resounding over the Hundred-foot Cliff.

Before everyone could react, they saw the real dragon swooping down with amazing momentum, heading straight for Qin Xuan, with its claws stretched forward, revealing a terrifying edge, as if it was going to tear Qin Xuan apart.

However, Qin Xuan's expression was indifferent, and his calm eyes met the dragon's eyes full of murderous intent, and his eyes suddenly became extremely deep, and thousands of sword energies shot out, extremely terrifying, as if to strangle everything.

The real dragon's body trembled violently, and in those calm eyes, it felt a strong will, like the way of heaven, which could not be disobeyed.

Then a hint of submission appeared in the dragon's eyes, and it lowered its proud head. The huge dragon body floated in the air, from top to bottom, as if forming an aerial ladder.

Qin Xuan looked calm as he stepped onto the dragon's body and walked in the air, as if he was walking on flat ground. His figure gradually became illusory, turning into a series of afterimages that streaked across the sky. Many sword qi shot out from the valley, but before they could touch Qin Xuan, they were dispersed by the sword power emitted by the real dragon.

In a breath, a figure in white appeared on the top of the Hundred-foot Cliff. He stood there quietly, looking down at the scenery below.

"Is this okay?" Someone in the crowd said, breaking the deathly silence.

Three breaths, he only took three breaths to reach the top of the Hundred-foot Cliff. How terrible must his talent be?

King rank, or emperor rank?

Many people's hearts seemed to stop beating. The scene just now was too shocking. With their state of mind, they could not accept it for a while.

Someone could climb up the Hundred-foot Cliff, which was full of sword qi, high and steep, in three breaths, and he did not fly on a sword, but walked directly up, as if he was walking on flat ground. How did he do it?

Jianmo's heart was filled with rage at this moment. He stepped onto the Hundred-foot Cliff in 19 breaths today and was awarded the King-level talent. What an honor! He thought he was not much different from Qin Xuan, but what Qin Xuan did just now ruthlessly broke his ridiculous fantasy!

"So that's it." Jianmo's mouth showed a self-deprecating look. He finally understood why Qin Xuan didn't answer his question just now, because that question was meaningless. The moment he asked the question, he was already wrong.

At this time, someone walked up to Jianmo and asked excitedly: "Brother Jianmo, who was the young man in white just now?"

Jianmo glanced at him, then turned and left, leaving only a faint voice: "Qin Xuan."

Hearing Jianmo's answer, the man was stunned at first, and then his eyes suddenly condensed, as if he heard something unbelievable, and he couldn't help shouting: "He is Qin Xuan!"

As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was silent again, with only the sound of everyone's heartbeats.

Qin Xuan, a legendary name, rang in their ears countless times, and now, they saw it with their own eyes.

Many people's hearts trembled slightly, and they looked at the young man in white on the top of the cliff again, but their eyes changed subtly. They were no longer looking at each other, but looking up and admiring.

Qin Xuan saw Jianze not far away, and he walked over and respectfully clasped his fists and said: "Qin Xuan greets the senior."

Jianze stared at Qin Xuan with deep eyes, and after a long silence, he slowly said: "Yunshan, you have accepted a good disciple."

Qin Xuan's eyes flickered, and he asked: "Senior, I wonder what level my talent is?"

Jianze was shocked, and for a moment he didn't know how to answer, Royal Grade?

Many people don't know that Baizhang Cliff actually has six levels, but no one has ever reached it, so it is just regarded as a joke, and few people know it.

However, if Qin Xuan's performance just now was just Royal Grade, it seems difficult to perfectly describe his amazing performance.

After a long silence, Jianze slowly raised his head and looked at Qin Xuan, his expression solemn, and uttered an extremely solemn voice: "Emperor Grade!"