Qingzhou Ancient City.

Everyone's eyes were all gathered on Ye Ping.

The sudden sword of Wu shocked the audience.

It directly overshadowed Su Changyu and the boy in black.

Especially, the boy in black has left now, and everyone has even more focused on Ye Ping.

Hundreds of thousands of sword weapons were clamoring above the sky, and this kind of landscape was simply unseen.

Ye Ping is enlightening the sword.

His own sword move has reached a bottleneck. Now, taking advantage of this opportunity, he wants to directly condense the sword intent.

The swords and weapons were like the river of heaven, constantly intertwined above his head.

The Endless Sword Picture is also being deduced wildly.

Before, Ye Ping had comprehended three thousand sword moves, but now the number of sword moves is growing wildly.

Five thousand!

Ten thousand!

Thirty thousand!

In half an hour, the Endless Sword Picture deduced 30,000 sword moves.

clang clang clang clang clang!

Hundreds of thousands of sword weapons were dancing in the sky, and the sword force of the Tianhe River spread out. The terrifying sword force was like a vast ocean, and the sword cultivators could not breathe.

And this terrifying sword force and scene naturally attracted the powerful people from the ancient city of Qingzhou.

A figure appeared, and drove a purple flying sword and came directly to Qingzhou City.

This is a middle-aged man wearing a purple robe, looking extremely noble, and a sense of majesty is condensed between his eyebrows.

"Have you met the city lord!"

"I've seen the city lord!"

Voices sounded, and someone recognized the person and shouted respectfully.

This is the lord of Qingzhou City, a Jindan monk, and a famous master in Qingzhou. He is second only to the Taoist of Four Seasons in swordsmanship.

The appearance of the lord of Qingzhou City is even more shocking.

You know, the young man in black set up a sword platform here before, but he did not attract the appearance of the Qingzhou City Lord. Now Ye Ping has actually attracted the Qingzhou City Lord. How can this not be shocking?

The lord of Qingzhou looked at Ye Ping in the distance, not caring about everyone's compliments

But at this moment, an old man spoke and looked at the Lord of Qingzhou City.

"Master Lord, can you ask if this person is really gathering the sword intent?"

The person who asked was an old man, an official from the ancient city of Qingzhou. He knew the city lord, so he dared to ask.

The sound rang out, not only him, but many sword cultivators around him were very curious. They were just guessing and were not sure.

When he heard the inquiry, the lord of Qingzhou looked at Ye Ping, then nodded and said, "Yes."

As soon as these words were said, everyone was completely shocked.

Different people say different things, but they have different effects.

With the personal confession of the city lord of Qingzhou, it caused an uproar.

But soon, the lord of Qingzhou City did not look at Ye Ping, but fell on Su Changyu.

That's right, it fell on Su Changyu.

Not far away.

Su Changyu, who survived the disaster, had his brain blank at this moment.

For a person who has just experienced life and death, no matter what happens, it cannot attract his attention.

Feeling the gaze of the Qingzhou City Lord, Su Changyu subconsciously raised his head.

The two looked at each other.

Su Changyu seemed very calm because he hadn't come back to his senses yet.

The Qingzhou City Lord couldn't help but look a little confused in his eyes.

What happened here naturally cannot escape his eyes.

He knew that Ye Ping was Su Changyu's junior brother, but at a glance the Lord of Qingzhou City saw through Su Changyu's realm.

The fifth level of Qi training.

This is a bit strange.

How could a cultivator at the fifth level of Qi training have such a temperament? The Lord of Qingzhou could tell at a glance that Su Changyu's temperament and the calmness in his eyes were not pretended at all.

This is absolutely impossible to be a temperament that a Qi-training monk can have.

But the city lord of Qingzhou was not sure that Su Changyu must be a peerless expert.

It was then.

Above the sky, hundreds of thousands of sword weapons suddenly became messy, and the sword force also dissipated little by little.

"What's wrong?"

"What happened?"

"The sword seems to have become weaker."

One by one, a series of voices sounded, and everyone was full of curiosity.

"I understand, he failed to condense his sword intent."

"Has the sword condensation failed?"

"Yes, the sword force has dispersed, and the sword intent has failed to condense."

"Sure enough, it is not easy to condense the sword intent. I thought I could see the birth of a supreme sword genius. It seems that there are only a few geniuses in this world, just like me."

"Fortunately he did not condense his sword intent, otherwise, the status of this number one sword genius in Qingzhou would not be guaranteed."

"Fellow Daoist, can you stop bragging? You are the number one in Qingzhou swordsmanship? You are only a little better than me. How can you claim to be the number one?"

"You are stupid, I am the first, aren't you the second?"

"Hiss! It makes sense. Okay, fellow Taoist, you will be the first in Qingzhou and I will be the second in the future."

"Since that's the case, can I be the third one?"

"I want a fourth."

"fifth!"

The crowd was talking about it, and the topic was originally a good one, but suddenly it was taken a deviantly.

However, most monks have the mentality of watching the excitement. They know that they are completely incomparable to Ye Ping, so they have a good mentality.

But some monks are different. They are indeed geniuses. They are very concerned about whether Ye Ping can succeed.

For them, Ye Ping's successful condensation of sword intent was a fatal blow.

After all, the difference between the sword force and the sword intent is too big. If you condense the sword force, you can catch up even if the sword force is strong. But if you successfully condense the sword intent, you will really not be able to catch up.

After seeing Ye Ping failing to condense his sword intent, some young monks couldn't help laughing.

I couldn't even help but speak.

"In this world, there are only a few geniuses. It is impossible to condense the sword intent when you are in your early twenties."

"Yes, although this person may be of some background, he is indeed a bit conceited. He is in his twenties and wants to condense his sword intent, and he is very conceited."

"Why should he say he is confident or conceited?"

These sounds did not mock Ye Ping, but they seemed a little sarcastic in their tone.

In a moment, it attracted the attention of another group of people.

"Oh, I said there was a sour smell here, but I didn't expect it to be here."

"I'm so laughing. Although this young senior brother has not condensed his sword intent, he is at least about to succeed. Look at you, you still have the face to say that he is not good at it."

"That's right, sisters, we have to keep our eyes open and see clearly. Some people, if they don't do it, they will even laugh at others."

"Sisters, I have already recorded the names of these people in the Bada Xiubao Record. I will share them with you so that we won't marry the wrong person in the future."

In the crowd, some female cultivators heard the voices of the immortal world, and strength was the most respected, so men and women were equal. There was no saying that male and female cultivators would be higher. Whoever has a higher cultivation level is higher.

Therefore, the ratio between men and women is basically 50,000. Among the 100,000 monks inside and outside Qingzhou City, 30,000 to 40,000 are female cultivators.

And these female cultivators were extremely powerful in combat, and each one said a word, instantly cursing the other party silently.

Some female cultivators even sacrificed the treasure record of the slag cultivation, which scared many male cultivators quickly shut up.
To be continued...