Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 416: The Name of the Champion

"." Pei Ye looked at the jubilation there again and couldn't help but remain silent.

But anyway, this is a good thing. Fighting out from the entire Shaolong swordsmanship, and then putting your name in front of a hundred thousand people, and then spreading it to the entire Shaolong, just thinking about it makes one's heart surge.

Pei Ye withdrew his gaze with some envy, intending to see what ranking the names he knew were in.

He felt very sorry that he did not have such qualification. Even without talking about the fame that would attract everyone's attention, it would be interesting enough to be able to compete with so many outstanding swordsmen.

It was a pity that he had neither the chance to compete nor the chance to obtain the sword box. Moreover, he had just entered the Six Lives and Spirit Realms, and it was too difficult for him to face any of the Eight Lives, let alone those geniuses on the Duck List.

Pei Ye leaned on his elbows on the window and watched. The next one had already risen from the second to last column: "Seventy-one, He Tianlai. [Mind monkey is not tied, herding deer is successful], twenty-two, seven lives, discussion is completed: it may be possible."

On the Liuhe Terrace, Nan Guannu noticed for the first time the different partition wall at the other end, and asked the Qingyi who was changing tea, "Is there a pavilion at the back?"

"It is a place reserved for noble people."

".Oh." He suddenly frowned, "Is there anyone inside now?"

Qing Yi shook her head: "I don't know, sir. That place has long been isolated and there are special people serving it."

".good."

Nan Guannu didn't care too much. In fact, unlike the atmosphere down below, the Liuhe Terrace was still somewhat relaxed at this time.

Everyone here is only concerned with the top 20, and with the slow registration rate, it is very likely that the first few people have not even been fully determined, and are just reporting from the end.

"He Tianlai ranked second from the bottom, which really made his father lose face." Yan Bingjian sat on the railing drunkenly holding the wine pot, as if he might fall down at any time, and said in a casual voice, "Hey, Cui Zijie."

Cui Zijie tilted his head to look at him.

"If He Tianyu ranks in the top 40, Lujian Villa might be in for a big change. Do you believe it?"

Cui Zijie rolled his eyes: "What does it have to do with me?"

"It has something to do with your Yuquan Mountain."

More than a dozen people were chatting with each other about inside information or gossip that had nothing to do with them, as if the cheers outside were another world. A quarter of an hour later, the rankings were finally announced to the top 50.

——"Forty-three, Li Tingwu. [Birds in the forest know about Zen, and the sound of autumn is heard under the sword], twenty-four, eight lives, the discussion is complete: it may be acceptable."

There was silence on the stage.

"If Li Tingwu doesn't make it into the top 30, then it seems that the Compilation Association has to look further ahead." Nan Guannu said, "We older people are not welcome."

Talent and strength are the two most difficult things to balance in this revision. Logically speaking, since there are age requirements and it is a list of sword talents to be trained, talent should be more important. However, "the realization of talent" is not always the same.

He Tianlai has Laozi's protection, so perhaps he will never be able to restrain his mind for the rest of his life; Su Xingke's sword is sharp today, but perhaps he will become listless after a major change in a few years.

Even if there are no sudden events, the speed of a person's progress in different periods is always different. Moreover, honing swordsmanship will delay cultivation, and breaking through the realm will make one slack off in swordsmanship. It is the most normal thing in cultivation to accumulate strength and then make a breakthrough.

In this case, "realized talent" is also very important - even if it looks mediocre, he has come this far after all, hasn't he?

Now it seems that the Compilation Committee has finally determined that their inclinations, talents and strengths are approximately between 70 and 30.

Qi Mengchen suddenly whispered, "To identify the material of a beautiful jade, one must first know how to carve it with a knife; to forge a precious sword, one must first know the divine iron."

Xiang Zongyuan smiled slightly and continued to recite: "First-rate swordsmen like Yan and Yang all received the true teachings before the age of seven. If this person has no progress in three years, we can wait. If he has no progress in ten years, we can also wait. If you want to get the ripe fruit, you must lose the good seed. People can make wishes, but they cannot make it clear. This is it."

Bai Fei clapped his hands and exclaimed: "Yes, the revision committee has a clear tendency, and it may have been influenced by this sword theory."

Yan Bingjian narrowed his eyes and said, "Hmm?" "What is this?"

Nan Guannu smiled and said, "Brother Yan, if you are tired of reading, you might as well read the court report. This is the September Sword Review by Cui Zhaoye of Shenjing, and it records Yan Feiqing's [Questioning the Heart in the Fire]."

"Hmm!" Yan Bingjian's drunken eyes widened, while Chi Longyun sat beside him with his wounds, lowering his head and stroking his sword. On the other side, Zuo Sheng was still silently flipping through the sword book in his hand, as if he was isolated from the world.

The names were called out one by one, and more and more familiar names appeared. The swordsmen on Liuhetai began to talk about the swordsmanship, talents, and impressions of these names, becoming more and more serious until the roll call reached the top thirty.

As if crossing an invisible line, all that seriousness suddenly turned into sharpness.

As the names got closer and closer to them, the words became less frequent and they began to listen quietly.

"Twenty-seven, Zhang Ling asked. [The long sword leaves the sheath, the cloud leaves the moon], twenty-two, seven lives, the discussion is complete: it may be possible."

"Twenty-five, Wang Jinhong. [Holding the sword like a tiger's teeth, controlling the sword like a tiger's heart], twenty-one, eight lives, after discussion: it may be acceptable."

Until you get to the top twenty.

I don't know who stopped talking, and everyone's hands began to stop moving one after another. Qi Mengchen put down the teacup to Zong Yuan, Su Xingke also stopped chewing, Yan Bingjian squatted with the wine pot on his legs, and even Zuo Sheng lowered his eyes and closed the sword book. For the first time, Liuhe Terrace fell into such a solemn silence.

Soon the first person's ranking was decided: "Nineteen, Qu wins. [The sword is bright and the heart is tough, the road ahead is straight], twenty, seven lives, the discussion is complete: it may be acceptable."

The woman lowered her head and tightened her grip on the hilt of the sword in silence.

This was a ranking that was not commensurate with her goal, but over the past twenty years, she had learned countless times that she could not change the sword talent determined by God. Under the standard of "seventy-three", she could only accept this result.

No one spoke, not even Yan Bingjian and Chi Longyun, because soon, the second familiar name arrived.

"Sixteen, Song's book. [Extreme emotions lead to injury, extreme swords lead to death], nineteen, eight lives, after discussion: it may be acceptable."

Next came "Thirteenth, Bai Fei", "Eleventh, Chi Longyun". Until the eighth one, the golden book finally came to its end.

Or rather its top.

Not only was the atmosphere in Liuhetai tense to the extreme, but the anticipation among the crowd below Zhijian Tower also reached its peak.

This is the result of countless debates that have taken place in countless places over the past two months. Who of those well-known names, those swordsmen who have left their mark in different legends, is better than who?
Xiang Zongyuan, Cui Zijie, Yan Bingjian, Nan Guannu, Qi Mengchen, Zuo Sheng, and Su Xingke, how will these names be arranged?
Xiang Zongyuan and Cui Zijie, one has a solid foundation and the other has great talent, so who is the real number one in kendo? Who will challenge whom on the Jade Sword Stage tomorrow?

Nan Guannu and Qi Mengchen are two famous fairies. They are of similar age, similar background, and equally outstanding appearance and temperament. So who is better in the art of swordsmanship where the difference between the two is clear?

Even Yan Bingjian, who acted boldly and won the favor of countless people in the martial arts world, Zuo Sheng, who was said to have never used his full strength, and the young man Mingzhu, who had just turned eighteen and defeated Chi Longyun with three moves in front of everyone.

Who is stronger than who?

For the four sword sects, every victory or defeat from here on is crucial.

But the next roll call caught everyone off guard.

"Eighth, Qi Mengchen. [Using sword outside the sword, guarding pearl inside the pearl], twenty-three years old, eighth birth, discussion: slightly doubtful."

Qi Mengchen was slightly stunned, and her hand holding the cup paused in the air. However, this was not a unique reaction of hers. There was a moment of silence on Liuhe Terrace and even under Zhijian Tower.

The next one has been reported: "Seventh, Nan Guannu, [Looking south, startled by the falling feathers, sleeping with a sword in the flowers]. Twenty-three years old, eight students, discussion of travel: a little doubtful."

Supporters of Nan Guannu at the foot of the Sword Tower have already cheered, while the other side is pointing at the rare "small doubt". It is obvious that the less resolute the tone of the Book Revision Committee is, the more drastic the changes on the Jade Sword Stage will be in the next two days.

But for the many discerning people on and off the Liuhe Stage, these two roll calls were somewhat beyond their expectations, and this "surprise" continued as the clear voice continued to sing.

"Sixth, Yan Bingjian."

"Fifth, Zuo Sheng"

The two people's singing of the names was also determined by the word "Xiao Yi", and it was at this time that more and more people realized that something was wrong.

This is the top of the top in this golden book. Many people are cheering and marveling at the young dark horse Su Xingke - for those who have no stance, everyone is always happy to see this kind of miracle.

He actually surpassed Zuo Sheng and Yan Bingjian, and ranked in the top three with Xiang Zongyuan and Cui Zijie. I wonder who will win.
Wait, the first few?
The clear voice is still going on - "Fourth, Su Xingke. [Drawing the sword and riding the black dragon, his spirit is shining like rainbow], eighteen, eight lives, it is agreed: it may be possible."

Su Xingke stood up suddenly, the table shook and the cup fell. He strode to the railing and stared at the name slowly outlined on the light gold painting. Anger surged violently under his stiff expression.

Qi Mengchen also put down his cup, stood up, and slowly walked to the young man, his expression more serious than ever before.

No one blamed them for their behavior, because an eerie silence had already descended upon the entire Liuhetai.

——"Third, Cui Zijie. [The God of Heaven asks where the feather is, and the mayfly turns into a startled wild goose], nineteen, eight lives, discuss travel: a little doubt."

Quiet, Cui Zijie did not move at all. He silently embraced his sword, pursed his lips and looked out the railing, his fingers subconsciously tapping the scabbard lightly.

Everyone was as silent as he was.

——"Second, Xiang Zongyuan. [How many people really know Feng, how can the old sword forget the opportunity], twenty-four, eight lives, agreed: it may be possible."

Xiang Zongyuen was still sitting quietly, but for the first time, his face was not calm and composed. Instead, the corners of his mouth were turned down, showing an expressionless demeanor.

Nan Guannu stood up slowly, pursed her lips and leaned on the railing, her clear eyes fixed on the wall of the Jade Sword Platform.

The uproar below the Zhijian Building stopped at this moment. At first they were surprised that there was a dark horse, and then they were furious and thought there was a conspiracy, but now, everything has become quiet.

One hundred thousand people were listening, and the sound of a needle dropping could be heard beneath the Jade Sword Stage.

The clear voice called out the names as always:

"First, Pei Ye. [Looking back, the matter has been decided, please watch the heroes]. Seventeen, six lives. The meeting of the revision meeting decided: no worries."

(End of this chapter)