Proud Sword Emperor

Chapter 39 Sword Intent
"Potential in the sword?"

Xu Chen paused for a moment, he didn't expect that he just happened to catch up with these people's problems when he came back to his senses, now that he was asked by name, it seemed unreasonable to keep silent any longer.

But what is the potential in this sword?Sword potential?If we talk about sword power, it seems to be a little far away for ordinary warriors. Even if we tell them, we can't use it at all.

While he was thinking, the person who asked the question nodded.

"Yes, there are such sayings in rumors and ancient records. People with extraordinary talents can make swords contain majestic momentum. Some swords are like mountains, making people feel like the top of Mount Tai. Some swords are like ice. Every move They all seem to be able to freeze people into ice cubes, they are strangely powerful, and with the same swordsmanship and moves, people with this kind of momentum are usually much stronger than ordinary people."

After the explanation, Xu Chen couldn't help shaking his head.

Where is the sword potential? They clearly asked about the sword intent which is one stage lower than the sword potential, but they asked the question with the potential in the sword. Isn't this misleading people?

As for Sword Intent, the simplest supernatural power of the Dao of the Sword, everyone can master it, and comprehension is not difficult, but this group of people are thinking so seriously, is it possible that the people here don't even comprehend Sword Intent?
Thinking about it, Xu Chen looked up at the people present, his eyes were as deep and bright as the stars, and he seemed to be able to see people through at a glance. After scanning around like this, he found that there was really not much sword intent in this group of people Mastering it, there are only a few people who are so simple, and the sword intent contained in it is not pure, and there is a feeling of vague understanding.

In the arena, seeing Xu Chen not talking but just looking at the crowd, King Yongwu, who had lost all face just now, suddenly sneered.

"You all think highly of him. Even if he has that kind of talent, his strengths are limited to his talent. Is it possible to expect him to be a know-it-all, not to mention the profound martial arts such as the power contained in the sword? How can he, a waste who can't even step into martial arts, understand these things?"

There was hatred in King Yongwu's words. Xu Chen made him lose face before, and he didn't mean to reconcile with him at all. He knew that it was impossible to ask Xu Chen for the Xuan-level exercises, so his words at this moment Without the slightest restraint, it was full of ridicule and contempt.

Even if you have great talent, at most you have a little reputation, but you are still a fragile ant, and you can't cultivate, then you are still a waste!
He thought of a sentence he often said before, and couldn't help but snorted coldly and said to himself: "Trash is always trash, even if it has some value, it is still trash."

There are many people in the field who have the same thoughts as him.

Especially Ma Rong and the third prince of the South China Sea, Xu Tong, stood in different places, looking at Xu Chen with the same indifferent eyes.

Ma Rong was full of resentment in her jealousy, she hated Xu Chen turning over once, which made her feel like being trampled under by Xu Chen.

Xu Tong was suspicious and disdainful: "Warrior King said he has talent? The attitude of the people in the arena towards Xu Chen seems to be very unusual. What kind of talent can a trash like him have?"

In countless sights.

The eyes of Ma Rong and Xu Tong coincidentally collided.

The two immediately saw the other's indifference towards Xu Chen, and a feeling of being allies arose spontaneously.

"Third Prince." Ma Rong spoke first and approached Xu Tong.

"Miss Ma." Xu Tong also hurried forward, everyone in the audience avoided him, and now there was finally someone who didn't avoid him, which made him feel very kind to Ma Rong immediately.

"My little girl has met the third prince." Ma Rong gave a salute, and boldly looked back and forth at Xu Tong, the more he looked at her, the more satisfied he was.

In her heart, a new idea was born unconsciously.

Xu Tong is not the same as the waste of the sixth prince. The sixth prince is useless in other aspects except his identity, but the third prince Xu Tong, although not a royal family, is also the son of a prince, and he is also a genius. The important thing is that he is also the best in the world. The younger brother of Tianjiao Xu Tiance!

Another thing that makes Ma Rong's heart rippling is that the appearance of the third prince Xu Tong is somewhat similar to Xu Chen, they are both so handsome.

"The sixth prince has the status of a royal family, but the third prince is not ordinary, and now I am completely hostile to Xu Chen and urgently need allies. The waste of the sixth prince is impossible to use, but the third prince is in the same camp as me. I need a new one." Men help each other, but after all, the sixth prince has the royal status that I value, so I can't kick him away... Huh, Tang Zhe, since you're useless, don't blame me for cuckolding you in the future."

"Based on my Ma Rong's identity and appearance, if I want to hook up with this Xu Tong, it's not a matter of a word?"

Ma Rong's inner thoughts flashed away.

After saluting, Xu Tong finally asked the question that he had been confused for a long time: "Miss Ma, do you know my good-for-nothing seventh brother, how did he get to sit on the first floor?"

"I know something." Ma Rong cast a cold look at Xu Chen, then turned to Xu Tong with a charming smile, "It has to be said that your seventh brother is very capable. He has a unique talent. The princess got a golden post on Dao."

"Yes, I seem to have heard that he has a talent. What is his talent?"

Xu Tong looked at Ma Rong seriously, his eyes were full of confusion, he knew everything about Xu Chen since he was a child, he was a complete waste, how could he suddenly have a talent?

"His talent is incredible. He can continue the exercises and turn ordinary exercises into mysterious exercises. Just now, everyone in the audience was hostile to him. Now everyone has changed their attitudes and went to curry favor with him. , third prince, you and Xu Chen are in the same family, don't you know his talent?"

Ma Rong said lightly.

As for Xu Tong, when he heard the first sentence, he froze in place as if struck by lightning: "He, he, he is a piece of trash, who can turn ordinary-level exercises into mysterious-level ones? How, how is this possible? ?”

"We don't believe it either, but he did it and helped the royal family transform two kinds of exercises. That's why Princess Tang took such good care of him, and even gave him a golden post."

Ma Rong said, it is not difficult to hear the jealousy in the resentment in his words.

"It turned out to be true, this..."

The third prince panicked. Xu Chen actually had this kind of talent, but no one in his family knew about it. The important thing is that he heard that Xu Chen had been expelled from the house by King Zhennan. Countless Xuan-level exercises have been swept away.

"Father must not know the news, no, I have to pass the news to Father as soon as possible..." The third prince thought to himself, wishing he could leave immediately.

And this moment.

The people in the field shook their heads silently because of the King of Warriors' words.

"That's right, Mr. Xu has that kind of talent. How can he know the profound meaning of martial arts that even the king of martial arts doesn't understand? I'm the one who asked the question."

Everyone was dejected, and the audience once again fell into the silence of thinking.

Even Duke Protector looked worried.

And when they bowed their heads, a peaceful voice sounded in the arena: "The question you want to ask should be sword intent. Sword intent is a kind of swordsmanship that can be mastered by ordinary people. You can use the power of nature to increase swordsmanship." There are three thousand ways of power, and there are thousands of sword intents. It can be said that everyone has his own sword intent. one."

(End of this chapter)