No Way People Find Cultivation Difficult, Right?

Qingzhou ancient city.

Cloudless.

Hundreds of thousands of monks surrounded the site of the kendo conference.

All eyes could not help but fixate on Ye Ping on the stage.

Although Wang Minghao's strength is not bad, he was able to break through eight levels in a row and enter the top four. Obviously, he is not someone to wait for.

But it was obvious that Ye Ping's popularity far surpassed Wang Minghao's.

On the ring.

Wang Minghao quietly watched the onlookers.

There are already tens of thousands of monks watching in the infield.

Almost everyone was shouting Ye Ping.

At this moment, Wang Minghao did not ridicule or ridicule in his heart.

Because he knew that the best way to silence these people was to defeat Ye Ping.

For a moment, Wang Minghao couldn't help thinking, what would Ye Ping look like if he was defeated by him later?

Come to think of it, it must be very interesting, right?

He smiled, the corners of his mouth slightly crooked, full of confidence.

And in the arena.

Ye Ping couldn't help frowning.

Because Ye Ping keenly noticed that Wang Minghao's expression was very similar to Li Changye's.

For a moment, Ye Ping couldn't help but speak.

"Dare to ask you, do you know Li Changye, Li Daoyou?"

Originally, Ye Ping didn't want to ask, but he was afraid that if he missed, he would cripple the opponent again. Wouldn't that be embarrassing?

So I asked quickly to see if the other party knew Li Changye.

"Li Changye? Where did this unknown person come from? I don't know him."

On the stage, Wang Minghao didn't want to answer Ye Ping's question at first, but under the eyes of everyone, if he showed aloofness, he would leave some mistakes, so he answered calmly.

Hearing Wang Minghao's voice, Ye Ping breathed a sigh of relief.

It's good if you don't know it, it's good if you don't know it, and you're afraid of knowing it.

However, in the crowd, some discussions also sounded.

"Hiss, what a strong sword intent."

"??? Brother, haven't you drawn your sword yet? There is a sword intent? Are you bluffing me?"

"I'm not bluffing you. Look at the one behind. It's vomiting blood. This sword intent is not strong enough? Maybe our realm is high, so we were not injured by the sword intent. This fellow daoist's realm is too low, and he was shocked by the sword intent." He vomited blood."

Several people were chatting, and at the same time they couldn't help turning around.

Not far away, there was indeed a man with a flushed face and blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. He didn't know whether it was pain or aggrieved.

This is Li Changye.

He was really out of breath.

It's okay to be humiliated by Ye Ping, at least I really lost to Ye Ping.

Unexpectedly, this guy also came to humiliate himself? Said he was nobody?

Nobody?

You are nobody.

Your whole family is nobody.

Your name is Wang Minghao, isn't it?

Alright, I remember your name, when the sword test is over, I will kill both of you! Ah ah ah ah ah! All to die!

In the spectator seats.

Li Changye clenched his fists tightly and fixed his eyes on Ye Ping and Wang Minghao.

And at this moment, the voice of the elder also sounded.

"Try the sword in the semi-finals, let's start."

An incomparably loud voice sounded.

At this moment, no one dared to blink, for fear of missing any scene.

Clang!

Wang Minghao drew his sword at this moment.

And Ye Ping also drew out his long sword.

The two looked at each other.

Ye Ping's voice sounded again.

"Friend Daoist, you really don't know Li Changye? Fellow Daoist Li?"

Ye Ping continued to ask.

It wasn't that he was wordy, it was mainly because Wang Minghao's look and expression were too similar to Li Changye's.

He was really afraid of killing him again.

"If you say you don't know him, you don't know him. Why do you ask so many questions?"

Wang Minghao was a little depressed.

What are you doing by asking questions here and there? We are testing swords, we are not talking about homework, and you hurry up to draw your sword, do you think you are strong? Do you think you are the only one who understands the Four Thunders swordsmanship? If you don't draw your sword again, or you will draw your sword again later

Boom!

Just when Wang Minghao complained in his heart.

In an instant, a terrifying thunder sounded.

Then the continuous sword force rushed out, rushing toward the face like waves.

In an instant, Wang Minghao raised his hand, and then his whole body felt struck by lightning, as if he had been slammed by a giant beast.

puff!

A streak of blood formed an arc in the air.

No one could see when Ye Ping released the sword.

Even, except for Wang Minghao, no one knew how powerful this sword was.

But what everyone knows is that this sword is difficult.

boom!

The next moment, Wang Minghao fell heavily to the ground.

His eyes were full of astonishment, shock, and disbelief.

I have prepared for such a long time.

They all thought it was a sure bet.

Unexpectedly, he was actually defeated by a monk with no reputation at all?

This is unreasonable.

I haven't even used my fucking Great Sun Falling Demon Sword.

Wang Minghao's brain was buzzing.

It's just that before he had time to think about it, his eyes darkened and he passed out again.

At this moment, all the onlookers were stunned.

They knew that Ye Ping was fierce.

But Ye Ping refreshed their cognition again today.

Is this Nima a sword gesture that can be displayed in the Qi training environment?

Another Foundation Establishment cultivator might not be able to withstand it.

On the elder spectator platform, all the elders also looked at each other in blank dismay. They didn't know how strong Ye Ping was, but the only thing they knew was that it would be the same for another Foundation Establishment cultivator.

At this moment, there was no sound.

Tens of thousands of people were silent.

After a while, the monks fell into confusion.

Spend a lot of money to buy an admission ticket, and this is the end?

Thought it was a fight between dragons and tigers?

The result is a spike game?

Is Ye Ping too fast, or are we too weak?

"Qingzhou Sword Dao Conference, semi-finals, Qingyun Daozong, Ye Pingsheng."

After a while, the elder referee was the first to come to his senses.

He swallowed, his voice trembling slightly.

Is this too exaggerated?

Wang Minghao has witnessed the strength of breaking through eight levels in a row, but he didn't expect that even Ye Ping could not withstand a face-to-face encounter?

How did Qingzhou produce such a monster?

Also, which sect is Qingyun Daozong? Is it still too late to become a teacher?

In the arena.

Looking at Wang Minghao who was knocked into the air, Ye Ping also fell into confusion.

I really didn't try my best this time.

I still have a hand left, why is this situation again?

Didn't you say Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon?

What about Crouching Tiger?

What about the hidden dragon?

Where did you hide it?

Ye Ping's eyes were full of confusion.

But no matter how confused Ye Ping was, the first semi-final match was over.

Now everyone can only look forward to the second game.

They want to watch the fight between the dragon and the tiger, not the genius who abuses the trash.

Finally, a voice sounded from the crowd.

"That's it?"

"I thought it was a fight between dragons and tigers. This Wang Minghao is too useless, right?"

"If I had known earlier, it would be better to let me go, anyway, I will lose, no matter who goes up."

"Fucking legs, I beat Wang Minghao to win. It seems that trash is trash, just like the one before that, and Li, they are all trash."

"Li Changye."

"That's right, that's right, that's Li Changye. He played so well in Manjiang Tower at the beginning, he was number one in Qingzhou, number one in Jin, and number one in ten countries. It's really funny to deliver food when he comes up."

"Actually, you may have misunderstood what he meant. He may have said the last one, hahahaha."

"Yeah, too many people like to pretend to be wolves with big tails these days, and I don't know who to learn from."

"Let's wait for the next game, and I hope the next game won't disappoint me too much."

The crowd's discussion sounded.

The discussion was normal at first, but Li Changye, who was in the corner, felt much happier when he saw Wang Minghao was hit by Ye Ping's sword and fell to the ground vomiting blood.

But after hearing the discussion of the onlooker monks, his face turned red.

Not ashamed, but angry.

It's just that among the tens of thousands of monks, a Confucian scholar is watching all this quietly.

And he held a roster in his hand.

On the first page of the roster, he wrote down the word 'Ye Ping' and drew a cross behind it.

This is the must-kill list of the Gods and Demons. Anyone who is on this list is the main hunting target. If a cross is drawn behind it, it means double must-kill.

The Confucian scholar quietly set his eyes on Ye Ping, and then waited for the next battle.

"The second match will be held in an hour."

At this moment, the voice of the elder referee sounded again.

All of a sudden, the uproar was quieted down.

An hour later, the second match was about to start, and everyone's sense of anticipation was raised again.

After winning the Final Four.

Ye Ping left the ring.

When he came to the resting place of the Kendo Conference, he just looked around, but he didn't find Su Changyu, but Li Yu was waiting for him here.

"Where's my big brother?"

Ye Ping was a little curious and asked Li Yu.

"I don't know. I haven't seen the uncle all day today. I thought he was with you."

Li Yu was also full of doubts.

Just when Ye Ping was puzzled, bursts of voices suddenly sounded.

"Come, come, Sikong Jiantian is here."

"Sikong Jiantian is here."

"I lost, Sikong Jiantian really came? Then I lose."

"This time, the losers are bankrupt."

Bursts of voices sounded, attracting countless eyes.

On the main stage.

Sikong Jiantian stepped on the void, like a fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world. He is dressed in a white shirt, handsome and handsome, and the unrestrained and unrestrained style is vividly displayed between his brows.

The appearance of Sikong Jiantian immediately attracted countless discussions.

At that moment, Ye Ping and Li Yu came to the viewing platform.

They stared at Sikong Jiantian in the ring.

But he didn't see Su Changyu's figure for a long time.

In the arena.

There was an indifferent smile on Sikong Jiantian's face, and his sense of vanity was instantly bursting.

Although at this moment, he is no longer what he used to be, but who doesn't want to be the one who attracts everyone's attention?

But on the surface Sikong Jiantian was not paying attention, but in his heart, Sikong Jiantian kept sizing up the surrounding monks.

Among the crowd, Confucian scholars quietly took out the must-kill booklet, and drew three crosses behind Sikong Jiantian's name, triple must-kill.

In this way, time passed bit by bit.

A quarter of an hour.

half an hour.

an hour.

With the second kendo conference, the time has come.

However, Su Changyu's figure was still missing.

"Su Changyu won't scare him away, will he?"

"Impossible, right? No matter how bad Senior Su is, he won't be scared away, right?"

"I feel that this Su Changyu was hired by the dealer?"

"Probably."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Senior Su will definitely come, it's just that there might be some accident on the way, right?"

Discussions sounded one after another.

In the spectator seats.

Ye Ping and Li Yu frowned.

They also don't know where Su Changyu went.

But at this moment.

Suddenly, slices of peach petals suddenly appeared on the conference.

Arouse people's doubts.