Chapter 167: Sword Contest, Ye Xunfeng Is Going to Cause Trouble Again

Jianzhou.

As the name suggests, it is a state of sword cultivation.

As the capital of Jianzhou, Wanjian City is a place where sword cultivators gather.

It is no exaggeration to say that if you throw a stone on the street, nine out of ten people you hit are sword cultivators.

Walking on the avenue of Wanjian City, the sound of iron hammering swords can be heard from time to time, and even the spiritual energy that permeates the city is mixed with a trace of sword energy.

This makes Tang Chen feel extremely comfortable.

He has already nurtured the sword heart.

With a thought, the sword path appears.

Coming to Wanjian City filled with sword energy is like a fish jumping into the vast ocean.

The taste is very mysterious.

Behind him.

Yi Zizai walked in with a look of reminiscence in his eyes.

Since leaving Jian Pavilion, he has not set foot in Wanjian City for hundreds of years.

Now he revisits the old place, of course he has a lot of feelings in his heart.

"Strange, why are there so few people on the street?"

Ye Qingrou suddenly said.

Hearing her say this, Tang Chen also felt a little strange.

Among the 108 Dao states, Jianzhou is an extremely popular one.

Logically, the flow of people should not be so small.

And.

All these pedestrians are in a hurry to rush to the depths of Wanjian City, as if they are afraid of missing something.

"What day is today?" Yi Zizai asked back.

"Just after the beginning of autumn." Ye Qingrou thought.

"No wonder..."

Yi Zizai suddenly realized: "Every time around the beginning of autumn, Wanjian City will hold a sword discussion meeting for sword cultivators to communicate with each other, and sometimes there are sword masters to share sword experience, which can be regarded as a major event in Wanjian City."

"The sword platform is located in the depths of Wanjian City. They should be in a hurry to participate in the sword discussion meeting."

There is a saying: Three thousand great ways, the more you argue, the clearer it becomes.

Many cultivators like to share and communicate with each other to find their own shortcomings and flaws.

Sword is no exception.

Of course, Tang Chen is not among them.

Whether it was the way of cultivation or the way of swordsmanship, Tang Chen had never encountered a bottleneck. Almost as soon as he took a step forward, the road ahead would become clear.

There were no bumps, let alone so-called thorns.

Dull and boring!

After hearing Yi Zizai's explanation, Ye Qingrou became a little curious about the sword-discussing conference.

However, she saw Tang Chen's bored look and immediately put away her curiosity.

This little detail was noticed by Tang Chen, who smiled faintly and said, "The Sword Pavilion seems to be in that direction as well. Let's go over and take a look."

Ye Qingrou glanced at Tang Chen and was overjoyed.

After a while.

A giant peak came into Tang Chen's sight.

It was as sharp as a sword, inserted upside down on the earth.

Below it stood a giant stone platform, which could accommodate thousands of people.

Looking down again, there was an open space.

At this time, a large number of cultivators gathered on the open space.

A rough calculation showed that there were probably no less than a million people.

"What a terrible scene!"

Ye Qingrou couldn't help but be surprised.

Hundreds of thousands of people gathered here, listening attentively without saying a word.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would be hard to imagine such a scene.

Tang Chen was also quite shocked.

His eyes slowly swept over, and when he looked at the sword stage, his brows suddenly frowned.

He saw a familiar face.

It was an old man in Confucian clothes, with a serious face, white hair and beard, motionless, but exuding a majestic aura.

This man was the great elder of Qianlong Academy.

As a powerful saint, the great elder's perception was so sharp.

Almost as soon as Tang Chen stepped into here, he trembled all over, and bowed from a distance of thousands of meters, saying: "Meet the dean!"

The voice was not loud.

But it was extremely loud in the absolutely quiet environment.

In such a large space, millions of cultivators looked back in unison.

One second!

Two seconds!

Three seconds!

After a brief silence, a burst of exclamations rose to the sky.

"Uncle Junior Master... Living Uncle Junior Master!"

"If I'm not mistaken, the black sword on Uncle Junior Master's waist is the legendary Black Mystic Immortal Sword!"

"What a pure aura of swordsmanship. Just looking at Uncle Junior Master like this, I have the illusion of facing the swordsmanship directly!"

"Handsome, so handsome!"

"Such a godly man actually practices swordsmanship with me. It's really my honor!"

"Sister, you are wrong. It should be that you and Uncle Junior Master are practicing swordsmanship. Practicing swordsmanship together sounds a bit..."

"Get out of the way. You won't even let me indulge in my fantasy?"

The space was instantly detonated.

The sound waves of discussion swept across the entire Wanjian City, causing it to tremble.

These words are very regular.

The male cultivators covet Tang Chen's Black Mystic Immortal Sword and his peerless talent.

The female cultivators covet Tang Chen's body.

You don't disturb me, I don't disturb you, unexpectedly harmonious.

While everyone was discussing, the Great Elder and a group of academy leaders had already come to greet them.

Tang Chen did not put on airs, bowed to everyone, and then said: "Why are you in Wanjian City?"

Qianlong Academy is in Qingmu Ancient Country.

Qingmu Ancient Country is tens of millions of miles away from Wanjian City.

Judging from the number of people, 70% of the senior leaders of Qianlong Academy have come.

"Wanjian City specially invited us to cheer for the Sword Discussion Conference. After thinking about it, this matter is extremely helpful to the cause of the practice of religion, so we came." The Great Elder said concisely.

Tang Chen was immediately impressed.

The educational philosophy of Qianlong Academy is to teach everyone.

From the elders to the assistant teachers, they are all on the front line of education.

Even the great elder, a saint, is no exception.

In comparison, he, the honorary dean, is really honorable.

It's basically just a title.

"Huh?"

At this moment, Tang Chen saw another familiar face.

It was a young man with handsome features and a gentle smile on his face, but there was a bit of viciousness between his eyebrows, which completely destroyed the overall beauty.

Taiyinyinzi - Ye Xunfeng!

At this moment, he was wearing the student uniform of Qianlong Academy.

If Tang Chen hadn't been sharp-eyed, he would have almost failed to recognize him.

However, Tang Chen just glanced at it and retracted his gaze. Then he looked back at the senior leaders of the academy.

This scene fell into Ye Xunfeng's eyes, and immediately aroused the nameless anger in his heart.

Some time ago, Tang Chen was going to the blood state death place.

In order to retaliate against Tang Chen, Ye Xunfeng secretly leaked this matter, wanting to attract some people with good intentions to obstruct Tang Chen.

Unexpectedly, Tang Chen was not affected at all, but his reputation became even greater.

This was completely different from what Ye Xunfeng expected, and he was still holding a grudge in his heart.

Now that Tang Chen ignored him like this, Ye Xunfeng's face immediately darkened.

He looked around and immediately came up with a plan. He deliberately said loudly: "I heard that Junior Master's swordsmanship is unparalleled, and he once created a sword art in one thought. I wonder who is better in swordsmanship between you and the Thunder Sword Master on the stage!"