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Such a solemn and ancient sword test was not something that the messy fights in the local sects could compare to. This was the negotiation style of the upper class of the Cultivators!
Seeing such a scene, Li Yao could not help but secretly remark to himself, What a bunch of lunatics!
Such a way of doing things seemed to be well-behaved, ancient, and neat. It even had a kind of tragic beauty.
However, those who had advanced into the middle level of the Building Foundation Stage were definitely one-in-ten thousand elites in a society!
If all the elites of a society died in such a boring way, how could the society make any progress at all?
Li Yao could not help but recall the Cultivators of the Xing Yao Federation who had sacrificed themselves valiantly in the outbreak of the beast tides.
Some deaths were as light as a feather, and some were as heavy as a neutron star. Compared to the absurd and hilarious way of dying in the ancient Cultivators' world, Li Yao still felt that the death of the modern Cultivators was more worthy of their arduous training!
He sighed and continued marching toward his destination, the Bronze Censer Peak of the Hundred Blade Mountain.
The Bronze Censer Peak was a very weird mountain.
Almost a hundred sharp rocks were poking at the sky like sabers, spears, swords, and spears. In the middle of the mountain was a flat land that had deeply collapsed. It looked both like the crater of an enormous volcano and a super refining furnace.
As long as a barrier was established above the mountain to block the leakage of spiritual energy, the outside world would not be able to see what was happening inside at all.
Therefore, the mountain had been carefully constructed by the Purple Pole Sword Sect for dozens of generations into a top secret sword test field. Any secret marvelous weapons or primeval treasures that were intended to be tested would be sent to the Bronze Censer Peak.
Today was one of the rare days in the past hundred years that the Bronze Censer Peak was open to all the major sects in the world.
It was because an unprecedented top competition was about to take place in the place!
The battle between 'Sword Maniac' Yan Liren and 'Iron Saint' Qi Zhongdao was said to be the most splendid battle after the two Divinity Transformation Stage Cultivators both broke the void and disappeared a hundred years ago.
The most important figures in the entire world of cultivation, the tycoons who could shake the four seas and dominate a region, were all gathered here to watch the decisive battle between the two great experts!
Li Yao, on the other hand, wanted to break into the core circle of Cultivators of the Ancient Sages Sector as quickly as possible so that he could participate in the great events that could influence the future of the Ancient Sages Sector. This was the best, if not the only, opportunity!
"Qi Zhongdao, Yan Liren …"
Li Yao's eyes shone brightly, and the green dot between his eyebrows began to stir. The thorny vines condensed from his fighting spirit once again spread out in all directions.
He was not being modest. He believed that he could represent the highest combat ability of the Heaven's Origin Sector, the Blood Demon Sector, and the Flying Star Sector, the three modern Cultivation civilizations.
Qi Zhongdao and Yan Liren, on the other hand, were the highest combat ability in the world of ancient Cultivators!
The highest against the highest, what kind of dazzling sparks could be produced?
Li Yao swallowed a mouthful of saliva, but before it slid into his stomach, it was evaporated by the boiling blood.
Full of fighting will and deep expectation, he marched toward the Bronze Censer Peak.
The Bronze Censer Peak was like a moon surrounded by stars. It was set off by the lofty mountains, but there were no roads or chains connecting it to the other mountains. In order to reach the Bronze Censer Peak, one had to either fly on a flying sword, step on a jade disc, or ride a crane, a hawk, or other flying animals.
Naturally, the summit competition between Qi Zhongdao and Yan Liren was not something that any random Tom, Dick, or Harry could observe.
The disciples of the Purple Pole Sword Sect had deployed sword arrays and barriers around the Bronze Censer Peak.
Seven-colored sword auras and soaring saber auras surrounded the entire mountain. Not even a hair or half a thought could fly in.
Only the big shots in the world of Cultivators were allowed to observe the ceremony. Even the leaders of the smaller sects were not qualified. They could only wait below the Bronze Censer Peak.
Of course, there were also some Cultivators from the remote villages, especially the uncivilized Cultivators. Partly, they were tough and unruly in nature, and partly, they were too used to being the dominators of their own places. Some of them even believed that the Purple Pole Sword Sect's imminent disaster was a great opportunity for them to rise and make a name for themselves.
Therefore, despite the vigilance of the disciples of the Purple Pole Sword Sect, they simply barged in by force.
As it turned out, they were naturally rebuffed. Some of them even lost their arms and legs before they knew what was good for them.
By the time Li Yao arrived, thousands of Cultivators had already gathered below the Bronze Censer Peak. The place was noisy and noisy.
On the opposite side were thousands of empyreal swordsmen of the Purple Pole Sword Sect. They were standing in midair, their longswords spinning slowly around them like a silent forest of iron.
Screams that sounded like pigs being butchered echoed from the crowd.
As it turned out, more than ten unaffiliated Cultivators who had just come from the overseas mountains had intended to barge into the sword array of the Purple Pole Sword Sect, thinking that they were overseas returnees, only to be slapped back brutally.
There was no telling what techniques were hidden in the sword array of the Purple Pole Sword Sect. Those people did not seem to be wounded at all, not even a tiny drop of blood caused by the needle. Yet, the sword auras had invaded their bodies, and they were suffering excruciating pain.
They could not hold it any longer. Having no time to care whether or not they were being watched, they simply writhed on the ground and cried miserably.
After they wailed for half an hour, a few disciples of the Purple Pole Sword Sect finally stepped forward and stabbed them hard with the hilts of their swords.
The overseas returnees were all vomiting black blood. Their faces were pale, and they could barely utter a single word. How could they dare do anything else?
Among the Cultivators who were watching, there were a few disobedient fellows who wanted to try the power of the sword array of the Purple Pole Sword Sect. Even if they could not break into the sword array, they would still be famous if they could survive for a while in the sword array and retreat in one piece. Wouldn't they be known by everyone in the world?
Seeing that the few unlucky guys were still crouching like shrimps, the newborns looked at each other in bewilderment, feeling lucky that they did not act on impulse just now.
With his hands behind his back, Li Yao walked to the crowd unhurriedly.
An invisible membrane of oil seemed to be covering his body, allowing him to squeeze into the crowd like a loach.
When he came to where the few unlucky guys were writhing, he stepped over them without even raising his head.
"You —"
All the Cultivators eyed Li Yao in confusion.
Master Spiritual Vulture, as played by Li Yao, had more or less the appearance of a barbarian from the southwest and was slightly different from the Cultivators from the central plateaus.
Moreover, he was travel-worn as he observed the local conditions and customs. He was wearing a gray robe without any spirit markings or symbols. It had long been tattered and severely worn out.
Li Yao maintained the good habits from the modern Cultivation civilization by concealing his spiritual energy and keeping it around the beginning level of the Building Foundation Stage.
It was sort of his' standby state ', which could prolong his combat ability as much as possible.
But it was something that the Cultivators of the Ancient Sages Sector were not used to.
Because of the relatively intense spiritual energy in the place, except for a few eccentric outliers, such as' Weird Saint 'Ba Xiaoyu the Beggar, one of the' Three Saints of the Great Qian Dynasty ', few Cultivators would hide their level on a large scale. They were mostly showing their strength openly.
It was especially so in such an intense and competitive situation. They would flaunt their strength like peacocks, fearing that other people would covet and challenge them if they lost their limelight.
Seeing that Li Yao was merely a young, unattractive Building Foundation Stage Cultivator, but he was marching toward the Purple Pole Sword Array blatantly, everybody found it rather odd.
"Look. What's that barbarian doing?"
"Haha. Another reckless man who doesn't know what's good for him. I'm afraid that he wants to have a taste of the Purple Pole Sword Array, too!"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. We haven't gone up yet, and this guy wants to? Is he too bold, or is he too blind to see the few fellows lying on the ground? "" Don't bother.
He's just a barbarian. Just let him hit his head and bleed. Let's just watch the fun! "
In the Great Qian Dynasty, one of the most powerful states in the Heavenly Dynasty, the Cultivators from the central plateaus despised the barbarian Cultivators from the uncivilized barbarian states who played with snakes and poisons.
Also, they had heard that the barbarian Cultivators were mostly narrow-minded and vengeful. They also had all kinds of sordid methods. Even though their Cultivation was not high, they were still tricky to deal with.
It would not be a bad idea to let the barbarian suffer a great loss and hate the Purple Pole Sword Sect.
Immediately, many people were winking at each other and narrowing their soundwaves into lines with the 'secret talking technique' that they thought to be ingenious. They were whispering to each other.
But on the surface, they were all greeting Li Yao with a smile. They even cleared a path for him and made a gesture of 'please', inviting Li Yao to walk forward and be killed.
Li Yao did not even bother to yawn at the small fries. He walked to the front of the Purple Pole Sword Array as if nobody was around and glanced at the leader of the swordsmen casually.
"Huh. This reckless barbarian is bold enough to provoke 'Rushing Thunder Swordsman' Wu Jiuxing! What a reckless guy! "
"Ha. This is going to be a good show. I wonder where such a ghost came from. Who is his master? Did he not teach him to behave himself in the world of Cultivators in the Great Qian Dynasty?"
Behind Li Yao, many Cultivators were talking to each other in secret, almost laughing out loud.
The face of 'Rushing Thunder Swordsman' Wu Jiuxing was that of a Cultivator in the Core Formation Stage. He was tall and muscular, with a beard that was as intimidating as a dagger. His face was as big as a black plate, and the crimson eyes in his eyes looked like two burning charcoal balls that had been embedded on the plate.
On his back was a giant sword the size of a door. It was no different from an axe.
Seeing that Li Yao was swaggering close, Wu Jiuxing's eyes immediately bulged. Even his breath became heavy, and the muscles all over his body were tightened!
The thousand empyrean swordsmen behind him noticed Li Yao, too. The previously flawless sword formation was somewhat disrupted.
"Rushing Thunder Swordsman is about to burst into fury. Good heavens. I wonder, is he going to break dozens of the boy's bones or simply cut off one of his arms?"
All the Cultivators were waiting for the result. Even the dozen or so overseas Cultivators who were rolling on the ground and groaning held their breath without them knowing it, waiting to see Li Yao being slapped back.
It was human nature. When they were unlucky, they would always hope that someone ten times more unlucky than them would show up. It was somewhat comforting.
Wu Jiuxing, on the other hand, glanced at the plain, unmarked badge on Li Yao's waist and confirmed his identity in the end.
Then, he raised his thick, hairy arm high and signaled his subordinates. After a few huffs, the thousand empyrean swordsmen in full armor bowed deeply to Li Yao as if they were one person!
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Something happened today. There were only two updates left.
After calculating for a moment, he had updated 290,000 words in August. It was the first time in recent months that he had failed to reach the target of 300,000 words per month.
Where should I start? At the end of July, his wife's physical examination revealed a disease with a scary name. Both of them must've been feeling down.
He had been visiting the hospital for the entire August. Thankfully, the operation was successful, and the biopsy showed no problem. He could finally take a breath in relief. Thank you for your concern and blessings at that time.
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