Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 415: The Golden Book (for the leader Raise_lovell)

In the small pavilion.

Pei Ye leaned against the window and looked at the surging crowd, sighing softly: "It's really amazing!"

This was the first time he witnessed a duel of the level of the duck list, and it was definitely not the last one. The only feeling he had was that there were no weaknesses at all.

It is the most obvious strength, the peak of the eight lives, with a solid foundation since childhood, a broad combat vision, and of course quick response and a tenacious mentality.

And good enough swordsmanship.

When it goes high enough, the trump card really becomes a regular means, or at least a regular trump card.

What is the most important thing in the battle between two swords? Of course, it depends on who has the stronger "intention" and who can use the sword better. But there must also be "skill". If the attack is appropriate, can the weak defeat the strong?
Pei Ye couldn't help but stroke his chin and think, because these two people were obviously much stronger than him, but not to the point of hopelessness, which made him couldn't help but imagine the scene of himself facing them.

When she came to her senses, she remembered what Qu Xin had just said, and turned around and said with a smile: "Miss Qu, you have a very good eye. I didn't realize that Su Xing was so powerful."

"Yeah." Qu Xin nodded, "If you were also born eight times, your eyes would be able to see more clearly."

"." Pei Ye was now somewhat immune to this level. Thinking of the girl's amazing ranking, he no longer felt embarrassed and continued to smile, "Well, Miss Qu, I wonder how old you are this year?"

"Seventeen."

Seventeen-year-old is ranked seventy-seven on the Duck Ranking. You should know that the Duck Ranking is different from the Sword Selection Meeting, and it does not only list young people.

He felt that he had just witnessed a true sword fight between geniuses, and suddenly realized that there was an even more unimaginable group of people above them, who must be the most talented people in the entire Tang Dynasty.

But he soon discovered that he could win from the other side: ".Seventeen years old and how many months?"

Qu Xin frowned and looked at him.

"Just ask."

"Four and a half months."

"Haha." Pei Ye was satisfied, "I'm older than you. I'm ten months old."

"Oh, are you studying medicine?"

".What? Of course not."

"Oh."

"what happened?"

"Nothing. I see that you don't study or learn medicine. I don't understand why you are still in Liusheng at your age."

".Miss Qu, if you talk like this, will anyone be friends with you?"

"No, usually after I speak like this, no one will come and I can focus on doing my own thing." Qu Xin looked at him.

"Oh, sorry, I always disturb you." Pei Ye was stunned and a little embarrassed. "Sometimes I just like to chat with people. I will pay attention to it next time."

"You don't have to pay full attention." Qu Xin blurted out.

".Um?"

Qu Xin hesitated for a moment, which was rare, and said, "Sometimes it feels good."

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Pei Ye smiled politely, turned around, and decided to talk less with this person.

But Qu Xin next to him took the initiative to answer his original question: "Because I know the sword "Into the Abyss". I recognized it when he took out the sword. This sword book is very powerful and difficult to learn. It is considered to be the last one passed down by Mingzhu Waterside. Master said that the last time it traveled in the world was a hundred years ago."

"Oh," Pei Ye listened, but was thinking, then he was able to win just now only because the intention of this sword was stronger than the opponent's. He leaned against the window again to watch, waiting for the next game with great anticipation, hoping to see more exciting sword duels in front of him.

However, this hope was dashed.

Although it was also exciting, there was no such tit-for-tat confrontation between the sects' unique skills.

The last match was the most exciting duel that everyone had been waiting for, between Zuo Sheng, the [Silent Sword] of Mingzhu Waterside, and Wang Jinhong, the [Mountain Tiger] of Yuquan Mountain. "Swordsman Collection" also highlighted it.

But the silent and thin man in black walked onto the stage, knocked Wang Jinhong's sword away with one sword, and then forced the sword to the man's throat with a clean and neat move.

The whole audience fell silent before they could react.

In any case, with the end of this competition, the finals of the 300 people in the ten arenas in the city came to an end. The first arena was originally the strongest, with the most people and the most places. When the arena was closed, most of the people from other arenas had already arrived here.

As the finale, the challenges of the ten losers in the Ten Directions Arena were even less interesting - only one was successful, and all ended within thirty moves.

Obviously, even the losers among the seventy-two people had a very obvious gap with those who did not have enough winning points.

The sword stage was completely empty, the sun was at its brightest, and more and more people were gathering.

Everyone was quietly waiting for something.

Soon, a long light golden ribbon several feet long and wide was lowered from the top of the Jade Sword Platform: "The number of swords is sufficient, the names will be called at the hour of You."

"That's still more than half an hour." Nan Guannu leaned on his elbow and sighed, "It's better to ask people to go up and fight a few more games instead of just waiting and getting anxious."

After all, Su Xingke and Cui Zijie did not really draw their swords here, even though they were stopped by Qi Mengchen and Bai Fei, but after all, the victory or defeat here was meaningless. The winner between them would be determined by the book revision meeting after an hour, and then they would compete with their swords in the next two days.

Su Xingke sat down on the ground and started chewing the snacks on the table.

The atmosphere of a gathering of old friends finally ceased to exist on Liuhe Terrace. As people from various factions gathered, clear boundaries gradually emerged and each faction pressed against the other.

"Why panic? It's just an announcement. You all still have to attend the Jade Sword Stage tomorrow or the day after tomorrow." Qi Mengchen smiled.

"Oh, then I don't know who brought out the "Book of Entering the Abyss" for a competition."

Qi Mengchen smiled and said nothing.

How could the title that was about to be announced not be important?
Why are the next two days called "Jade Sword Terrace Book Review" instead of "Jade Sword Terrace Sword Testing"?
This is because it is not entirely based on winning or losing, and involves nearly a hundred factors such as age, time spent practicing swordsmanship, and personality. The decision to announce the names today is also a public display of the editor's attitude towards itself.

It was a very simple truth. If Nan Guannu's name was ranked below Qi Mengchen in an hour, then she would have to make every effort to change the attitude of the Revision Committee in the next two days.

This ranking will also tell everyone in advance what preparations to make for tomorrow.

Everyone was talking to each other. Down below the Sword Tower, crowds of people had already filled several streets. When the sun turned into a gentle golden color, the commotion of the crowd gradually died down, and everyone quietly turned their gazes to the tall Jade Sword Platform.

Without a moment's delay, when the shadow of the sundial fell on the You hour scale, a light golden curtain covering half of the wall of the Jade Sword Platform suddenly fell down, and the shadow almost covered the sky. In comparison, the banner just announced was just like a thin strip.

The top is inscribed with large gold characters: "At the Shaolong Dao Xinsi Sword Selection Meeting, the Jade Sword Platform was named as follows."

Amid the startled cries, no one was writing, but words with strokes as thick as giant trees appeared out of thin air in the last column, as if someone had projected writing from somewhere else onto it.

At the same time, a clear voice spread throughout the venue: "Seventy-two, Cai Wuzhi. [Sword as clear as water, fish in the mirror], twenty-one, seven years old, agreed: no worries."

A loud cheer suddenly rose from a corner. This was a name that no one had ever heard of. Most likely, the person came from a sect that few people knew about. To be able to get such a seat was certainly an achievement that made people ecstatic.

Pei Ye looked at the boiling corner, and a smile appeared on his face unconsciously. Then he thought of his doubts and asked, "Miss Qu, do you understand what the last part 'there must be no fish' means?"

Qu Xin glanced at him and said, "It's an idiom used in parliament to express a tendency. For example, if there are twelve people among them, these four words mean that all twelve people agree with this result."

".Oh." Pei Ye nodded, having learned something new, but suddenly frowned again, remembering, "But haven't the seventy-two people already been determined? They are just discussing the order, right?"

"Yes, that means this person ranks last, without a doubt."

(End of this chapter)