"Qin Yang!" Hearing Han Ling shout this name, Nie Tian's gaze involuntarily trembled, directly locking onto the newcomer.
Qin Yang was precisely the person who left the humiliation of a sword scar on Han Ling's face!
Nie Tian's pair of cold eyes stared fixedly at Qin Yang. The latter was a middle-aged martial artist, his physique tall and sturdy, very well-built. Rage surged in both eyes, akin to an enraged lion.
Nie Tian's divine sense swept over and immediately detected that Qin Yang's strength was Sixth Level Heavenly Emperor. His Sword Dao realm reached middle-rank sword profound meaning!
Qin Yang's strength being so formidable slightly exceeded Nie Tian's expectations.
Such strength was already a swordsman on the Heavenly Sword Storm List!
"That's him!" At this time, Pu Feifan suddenly stood up, pointed at Qin Yang, and roared fiercely. A vicious divine light actually surged in his eyes.
Nie Tian naturally understood the meaning of 'that's him.' But he was very calm, indicating for Pu Feifan to sit down.
When Han Ling saw Qin Yang once more, the fury in his heart was indescribable. His entire person's blood and qi surged wildly, his entire body in a terrifying state.
But Qin Yang's attention was not on Han Ling at this moment. His pair of cold eyes locked onto Xiao Yun.
"What are you staring at me for? Is there a problem? Is there something on my face? " Xiao Yun's reaction was very calm. As he spoke, he poured tea and did not even look Qin Yang in the eye. His tone was also very mocking.
"This boy is so arrogant, still so cocky in front of Young Lord Sword Gazing Sea!" The crowd's hearts trembled secretly. Xiao Yun actually ignored Qin Yang. There was a good show to watch now.
Many people already recognized Qin Yang. Their gazes when looking at the latter were all trembling, carrying thick apprehension.
"Boy, you said that you haven't heard of Sword Gazing Sea. This young lord will let you witness Sword Gazing Sea's means right now!" Qin Yang's expression was grim to the extreme, a pair of cold eyes suppressing anger.
Since everyone already knew his identity, then what Xiao Yun provoked at this time was not him alone, but the entire Sword Gazing Sea!
If he did not make Xiao Yun pay a painful price today, others would even think that Sword Gazing Sea was easy to bully.
After Qin Yang finished speaking, a terrifying sword intent surged around him. It was actually a scarlet sword intent. It was like a flame, burning around his body. In the next moment, it would explode with terrifying strength.
In a private room on the second floor of the restaurant, two pairs of eyes were looking at Qin Yang and Xiao Yun with great interest.
They were two old men. One was dressed in black, and the other was dressed in grey. Their auras were restrained to the extreme, but their eyes were sharp to the extreme.
"Brother Chen, who do you think has a higher chance of winning?" The grey-clothed old man smiled faintly and asked with a sharp gaze.
"Of course it's our Young Master." The black-clothed old man answered without hesitation, "That kid's strength and talent are not weak, but it's a pity that he's too young. He should be a swordsman on the Earth Sword Ranking. How can he fight against a swordsman on the Heavenly Sword Ranking? "
"Oh?" The grey-robed old man smiled playfully but did not say anything. However, for some reason, his gaze shifted slightly and landed on a silver-haired martial artist.
"Qin Yang, the person you're looking for is me. It has nothing to do with this gongzi!" Just as Qin Yang was about to make a move, Han Ling suddenly spoke up. His eyes were filled with rage as he glared at Qin Yang.
"It's you again, trash!" Qin Yang shot a Cold glance at Han Ling and said loudly, "You think that you can marry my little sister? You're a toad lusting after the flesh of a swan! Let me tell you, my little sister is already engaged to the Ascendant Cloud Sword Pavilion's Yin Zhiwei gongzi. In a few days, Yin gongzi will be coming to the Sea of Observing Swords to marry my little sister. Han Ling, you won't have a chance in this lifetime! "
After saying those words, Qin Yang glared at Han Ling venomously, as if waiting for the latter to lose his composure.
The reason why he had said all of this was to make Han Ling give up and crush his rationality.
You won't have a chance in this lifetime!
These words were like steel needles stabbing into Han Ling's heart, making him feel like he was suffocating. His chest felt so tight that he could not breathe. His body trembled uncontrollably, and his eyes became lifeless, as if he had lost all his will in an instant.
Seeing this sight, Nie Tian bellowed furiously, "Han Ling!"
Qin Yang was simply too vicious. Just a few words had left a huge psychological impact on Han Ling, and he was trying to crush his will once more.
If Han Ling were to develop inner demons once more, it wouldn't be so easy for him to get rid of them.
Nie Tian knew that the Ascendant Cloud Sword Pavilion that Qin Yang spoke of was one of the Nine Great Sword Sects in the Celestial Realm. Of the Nine Great Sword Sects, it was second only to the Heaven Desolate Palace. It was a powerful sword sect that even the Nine God Monarchs didn't dare to offend.
However, Nie Tian had never heard of the name Yin Zhiwei before. He guessed that Yin Zhiwei should be a genius swordsman of the Ascendant Cloud Sword Pavilion, and if he was not mistaken, he should be from the Ascendant Cloud Yin Clan.
It had to be said that Guan Jianhai was truly shameless.
Back when Nie Tian was at his peak, he shamelessly proposed an engagement, but now that Nie Tian was in decline, not only did he break off the engagement, he even humiliated Han Ling. Then, he turned around and proposed an engagement with the Ascendant Cloud Sword Pavilion.
"Yin Zhiwei!" Upon hearing those two words, the crowd immediately exclaimed in astonishment. Their eyes burned with passion.
The name Yin Zhiwei was currently an influential figure in the Heaven Realm's way of the sword. He was ranked 29th on the Heavenly Sword's Wind and Cloud List. Furthermore, he had just been promoted from the number one person in the Earth Sword. He was in the limelight and was considered to be someone who could reach the peak of the way of the sword!
"He's Han Ling?" At the same time, the eyes of the crowd also turned to look at Han Ling. They were extremely familiar with this name. After all, the latter had a teacher who had reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship, Mo Qianjun.
"So, he's Lord Mo Qianjun's useless disciple!"
"It's said that a great teacher produces a great disciple, but that fellow has followed Lord Mo Qianjun for more than a hundred years, and he can't even make it onto the Heavenly Sword Edge Board. He's really a disgrace to Lord Mo Qianjun!"
"To think that he dares to snatch Lord Yin Zhiwei's woman! If I were a woman, I would definitely choose Lord Yin Zhiwei. One is a dragon from the Ninth Heaven, the other is a loach in a stinky ditch. Is there a need to choose? "
The crowd started discussing, and each of their words was more unpleasant than the other.
Qin Yang stared at Han Ling strangely. The reason he said those words was to stir up the crowd's discussion and completely destroy Han Ling.
"Han Ling, you've heard everyone's words, right?" At this moment, Qin Yang spoke again. He said Coldly, "Previously, when you came to the Sea of Swords to propose marriage, I left a sword scar on your face. That's because you're trash and deserve to be humiliated. The reason why I didn't kill you is because I'm giving Lord Mo Qianjun face. "
"You're Lord Mo Qianjun's disciple, but you can't even make it onto the Heavenly Sword Edge Board. The person you like is about to marry someone else. Your father is enduring the pain of having his soul refined in the Horizon Purgatory, but you can't do anything. You are a piece of trash from head to toe! If I were you, I would've killed myself! "
A low and suppressed voice resounded in Han Ling's ears.
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