"Next two, Hu Hua, Yu Peng!"
The Sword Pond Master shouted again.
The two youths looked at each other in disdain and hurriedly picked up the swords on the ground. After Li Hu and Zhang Wen, they strode to the stone steps of the Sacred Sword Pond.
Li Wen and Zhang Hu hurriedly picked up their swords and stood at the back of the line with pale faces.
They knew that it was a great shame that their swords didn't even touch the Sacred Sword Stele.
In the Sacred Sword Pond, the length of time a sword washer's longsword could stay in the Sacred Sword Pond would determine the height at which the sword washer could stab the Sacred Sword Stele.
No one in Cangzhou City knew how high the Sacred Sword Stele was. It was a height that shot straight into the clouds.
Whether a sword washer could leave their name on the Sacred Sword Stele or not, their swords were the final proof. Any sword that touched the Sacred Sword Stele would have a golden mark unique to the Sacred Sword Stele.
Since the founding of Cangzhou City, the highest height a sword washer could touch the Sacred Sword Stele was about seven feet, and seven golden marks would be left on the sword.
In other words, if a sword washer could touch the Sacred Sword Stele a few feet high, a few golden marks would be left on the sword.
When the sword washer around the Sacred Sword Pond saw Hu Hua and Yu Peng condense their True Qi on their swords and put them into the Sacred Sword Pond, they paid close attention to the changes in the Sacred Sword Pond just like they did to Li Hu and Zhang Wen.
Hu Hua and Yu Peng's swords were washed in the Sacred Sword Pond longer than Li Hu and Zhang Wen.
With two bangs, Hu Hua and Yu Peng's swords flew out of the Sacred Sword Pond and stabbed three feet away from the Sacred Sword Stele.
"Hu Hua, Yu Peng, three feet from the Sacred Sword Stele, three golden marks on their swords, fourth-grade swordmasters, can participate in the Cangzhou Sword Conference!"
"Next! Wu Hai, Liu Peng! "
"Two feet from the Sacred Sword Stele, two golden marks, third-grade swordmasters can't participate in the Cangzhou Sword Conference!"
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In the blink of an eye, more than half of the swordmasters at the Sacred Sword Pond had been washed. Only Ouyang Tianlan, three sword washer, and Qin Feng were left.
"Next! Ouyang Tianlan! "
After Jian Yi shouted, he said to Ouyang Tianlan with a smile, "Ouyang Tianlan, it seems like you'll be able to turn the tide in this year's Sword Cleansing Competition!"
Ouyang Tianlan nodded silently with a proud look on his face. He said, "Master Jian Yi, you're too kind. I'll do my best. By the way, Master, Qin Wu might be here soon!"
When he heard Ouyang Tianlan mention Qin Wu, Jian Yi nodded repeatedly and said, "Good! Good! This time, we have to rely on you and Qin Wu! "
With that, Ouyang Tianlan nodded silently, drew his sword, and walked to the Sacred Sword Pond's Sword Washing Platform.
In the blink of an eye, Zhang Xuan had already raised the zhenqi in his body and condensed it into the blade of the sword before placing it into the Sacred Sword Pool.
Jian Yi was right. Ouyang Tianlan had placed his sword in the Sacred Sword Pond longer than anyone else before him.
After half an incense stick's time had passed, there was a loud bang. The sword that Ouyang Tianlan had placed in the Sacred Sword Pond flew out of the Sacred Sword Pond and touched the Sacred Sword Stele in the blink of an eye.
"Ouyang Tianlan, above the Sacred Sword Stele, five golden marks. Grade 4 Sword Master. You can participate in the Cangzhou Sword Conference."
After Jian Yi's shout, he praised Ouyang Tianlan endlessly.
"Ouyang Tianlan! You're so young, yet you're able to touch the Sacred Sword Stele. You're a genius in Sword Dao. Your future in Sword Dao cultivation will be limitless! "
Ouyang Tianlan walked down the Sword Washing Platform and glanced at the crowd with disdain. He had a proud expression on his face.
"Next two, Ceng San and Du Bin!"
After Jian Yi's voice fell, the two youths walked to the Sword Washing Platform with their swords and placed the swords that were condensed with Vital Energy into the Sacred Sword Pond.
Then, Jian Yi's shout was heard.
"Ceng San, Du Bin! The Sacred Sword Stele is three feet high with three golden marks. Grade 4 Sword Masters can participate in the Cangzhou Sword Conference. "
After Ceng San and Du Bin, there were four other youths who could participate in the Cangzhou Sword Conference. However, none of them managed to touch the Sacred Sword Stele higher than Ouyang Tianlan.
After Jian Yi made the announcement, he deliberately delayed for a while before speaking in a weak voice.
"Next! Qin Feng! "
Hearing Jian Yi call out Qin Feng weakly, all the swordsmen who had already washed their swords looked at him in disdain.
The first to speak were Li Hu and Zhang Wen, who were the first to wash their swords. Their swords had been in the Sacred Sword Pond for the shortest time and had not even touched the Sacred Sword Stele. In other words, they had failed and lost the right to participate in the Cangzhou Sword Conference.
However, when they saw Qin Feng walk past them, they glanced at Qin Feng with disdain and scoffed, "Qin Feng! None of us can touch the Sacred Sword Stele. You'd better not embarrass yourself. If your broken sword is swallowed by the Sacred Sword Pond, you'll be even more shameless than you are now! "
After Li Hu and Zhang Wen, everyone present also discussed incessantly.
"Look, this Qin Feng is really shameless. He took that broken sword and even wanted to wash it in the Sacred Sword Pond!"
"Shameless! I mean, he's shameless. Does he think he can wash his sword and touch the Sacred Sword Stele? Dream on! "
"That's right! It's said that a pitiful person must have something hateful about him. He's the kind of person who doesn't want face. "
When he heard everyone's disdain and humiliation for Qin Feng, Ouyang Tianlan looked at Qin Feng with a face full of mockery and said, "Maybe Qin Feng really did touch the Sacred Sword Stele with his broken sword?"
Everyone present knew that this was just a humiliating remark from Ouyang Tianlan in order to thoroughly humiliate Qin Feng.
Instantly, the humiliating words for Qin Feng became harsher and harsher. They made Qin Feng sound like he was worthless.
"Hmph! Possible! This kind of possibility is impossible for anyone present except for Qin Feng. Everyone else has it! Why don't you take a look at yourself? You look like you were born to be a Sword Slave. You can't stay in the Qin family and be a Sword Slave, so you came here to join in the fun. Shameless to the extreme, pathetic to the extreme. "
"If I were Qin Feng, why would I bring this broken sword to the Sacred Sword Pond to wash my sword? I would've killed myself long ago so that I wouldn't make a fool of myself in this world and embarrass eight generations of my ancestors."
Qin Feng walked onto the Sacred Sword Pond's Sword Washing Platform amidst everyone's disdain and humiliation.
In his heart, he didn't want to lower himself to the level of these despicable people. He knew that the best thing to do was to speak with facts.
After he walked onto the Sword Washing Platform, he turned around and glanced at them. A cold light flashed across his eyes as he silently said to himself, "All of you, open your eyes wide and watch! Watch how my Sinking Dragon Sword touches the Sacred Sword Stele! "
After muttering to himself in his heart, Qin Feng had already gathered the spirit qi in his body onto the Sinking Dragon Sword. In the blink of an eye, he placed the Sinking Dragon Sword into the Sacred Sword Pond.
Although everyone present was very certain that Qin Feng's sword washing was a futile effort, a joke, and that there would be no results at all, the Sacred Sword Pond was a natural Sword Washing Pool.
However, none of them could be sure that some kind of miracle wouldn't happen in the Sacred Sword Pond, a natural Sword Washing Pool.
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