Chapter 158: Officially Begins

  "Huo Jian, pass, next one."

  The writer said in a low voice and wrote two words "passed" on the roster.

  "Wait a minute." Jian Jia's disciple finally couldn't help but speak up, looking at the calm and collected examiner and saying: "Master uncle, how did he pass?"

  The writer looked at him and sighed, "Look at your own sleeve."

  Jianjia's disciple lowered his head and took a look, suddenly horrified.

  At some point, without realizing it, his cuff had been engraved with a pattern, and that pattern was the emblem of Jianjia!

  He let out a bitter laugh, no need to think about it, Jian Jia's disciple also understood, the person from earlier was absolutely a terrifying master on the road to ascension! Far beyond his own abilities, he felt an instant sense of defeat and once again stood on the martial arts stage.

  One is to hone his martial skills, and the other is to witness the world's top swordsmen, isn't this his original purpose?

  "Next one, I'll go."

  Summer approached the registrar's place, registered, and walked onto the stage. He glanced at him and said lightly, "Let's begin."

  Jianjia disciple, having failed twice earlier, had somewhat calmed down. Looking at the young man in front of him whose true strength he couldn't gauge, he directly unleashed his strongest sword move.

  "Hiss!"

  The sword's momentum was fierce, pressing down directly on Xia Lin!

  Xia Lin smiled lightly and stretched out her hand, casually pointing in the midst of this dazzling sword technique.

  "Then!"

  A clear and crisp sound, Jian Jia's sword technique was instantly interrupted, and he retreated several steps in shock.

  No aura, no sword release. Not even a burst of energy, and yet he directly broke through his opponent's sword technique. The young man's strength is truly terrifying.

  "River apart. Pass through, next one."

  The writer wrote a "pass" after Xia Lin's name with a thick pen.

  At this time, the onlookers were completely bewildered, what's going on?

  One loss is fine, but three in a row? The strength of Jian Jia's disciples is really too weak! They were easily defeated by just three people, and it was always after they made the first move.

  "Grandma's, so weak? Let me try." a rather arrogant young man said.

  Everyone looked around and found it was already late autumn.

  The young man walked up onto the stage with a proud expression. He imitated Xia Lin and others, saying to Jian Jia's disciples: "Make your move."

  The junior who built the house looked at him and, unlike the previous three people, almost saw through the young man's strength at a glance.

  But he didn't hesitate either, once he made up his mind to let go, he did it without any hesitation.

  The same swordsmanship. The same moves, seemingly light and airy, yet suppressing an endless aura, just like when facing Xia Lin earlier.

  The young man took one look and felt something was wrong.

  Just now I was watching from outside. Didn't feel anything, but being in the midst of it, he only had one thought: What a terrifying sword technique! What a strong sword path! Indeed worthy of being a Jianjia disciple.

  "Clang!"

  The sword is out of its scabbard, and the young man can no longer afford to care about dignity. If he continues to pretend, he will probably be eliminated.

  "Dong! Dong! Dong!"

  The young man swung his sword without hesitation and counterattacked. But whether it was him or the people around him, they all saw clearly at this time. Suppression! Complete suppression!

  Although young people have the strength of Ning Hai's later period, they are still suppressed by this Jianjia disciple to the extreme.

  It was almost a one-sided fight.

  It was only then that everyone realized it wasn't that Jian Jia's disciples were too weak, but rather those three were too strong! They were so strong that they couldn't even see how strong the others were.

  "Then!"

  The majestic swordsmanship enveloped him, and the young man was drenched in sweat, with almost every move being extremely perilous.

  Before coming here, he had never thought that he would be suppressed by a disciple of the early stage of the Sea of Condensation.

  "Boom!"

  Another sword strike came, hitting exactly the weakness of his swordsmanship. The young man's long sword slid uncontrollably to one side.

  "It's done."

  The young man felt a chill in his heart and lost.

  "Pass."

  The young master of Jianjia rarely revealed a hint of a smile.

  "Huh?"

  The young man was stunned, he had clearly been beaten and his long sword almost fell out of his hand, how could he pass?

  "The ten moves have passed."

  Jianjia's disciple said faintly.

  "Oh——" The young man suddenly realized, indeed, at the beginning it was said very clearly, blocking him for ten moves would be enough to pass, but just now the fight was extremely fierce, he almost forgot about this matter, and didn't have time to think about how many moves, unexpectedly barely passing.

  Just thinking about it makes young people break out in a cold sweat, it's too thrilling. If they were to be eliminated in the first round, they would lose face afterwards.

  The young man passed by, and at this time, everyone had a very intuitive understanding of the strength of this Jianjia disciple.

  With the strength of a junior member of the Jian family, although it was only in the early stages of Condensed Sea, it was enough to rival the peak of Condensed Sea. In other words, only those at the peak of Condensed Sea could match him! His powerful swordsmanship had allowed him to transcend three small boundaries.

  To surpass the competition, at least Condense Sea's later stage is required. However, this only applies to martial artists whose swordsmanship and realm match up. If they don't match, it will definitely be inconsistent. For example, someone like Ye Jian's swordsmanship clearly exceeds the norm...

  After everyone secretly assessed their own strength, they also had a certain understanding of whether they could pass or not.

  A few disgruntled swordsmen, after seeing that they seemed to have no chance of winning, still charged forward, but the outcome was already predetermined, and in the end, they were defeated by a single sword.

  Regardless of winning or losing, it will be over in a very short time with just ten moves.

  After a morning of screening, the official contestants for the Name Sword Conference were all determined.

  Despite the strict screening, a total of 500 people passed through in the end!

  It's actually quite reasonable to think about it, this is all the sword cultivators in the entire Jingzhou! In Linjiang City, a small city, there are already many sword cultivators, let alone other cities that are much larger than Linjiang City. And what's even more frightening is that among these sword cultivators, Jianye City occupies as many as 200 names!

  Affected by Jianjia, nearly 90% of the martial artists in Jianye City are on the sword repair route. One person, one sword, roaming freely in the world. This is everyone's goal.

  At noon, Xia Lin quietly learned about the rules of the Famous Sword Conference. He found that this was completely different from the almost standardized scale of the previous life. In various competitions in his previous life, it was almost always 64 strong, 32 strong, 16 strong, 8 strong, 4 strong, until the final champion was determined.

  The famous sword conference is much simpler than the screening.

  After the first round of sea selection, the second round is to select 100 people from these hundreds of sword cultivators. No matter how many passed the first time, only 100 were selected in the second round!

  This is what can be called a famous sword conference top 100!

  As long as one passes this level and becomes one of the top 100, it can be considered to have a small reputation. Although the current strength is already very strong, Xia Lin still remembers that when he first entered the threshold of cultivation, the worship of the strong was so glorious at that time, and Conghai Peak was what kind of honor.

  After the top 100 are determined, it's a decisive battle among these 100 sword cultivators to produce the top 10.

  Then it's among these ten. The final ranking of the last ten.

  A very simple rule, due to the inequality of ranking, it's not a one-on-one match at all, so naturally there are strong players who get eliminated early. So the Name Sword Conference has another unconventional rule, that is, challenge.

  If you fail to break into the top 100, you can directly challenge one of the already established top 100. Once you win, you will be ranked ahead of him.

  Very simple and very violent rules.

  The advocated is the supreme military power!

  After lunch, everyone came to the martial arts arena, because everyone knew that the Famous Swords Conference had officially begun!

  Unlike the calm of the morning, one after another powerful Jianjia strongmen appeared, and everyone's eyes widened in shock.

  The sea of clouds surges to the peak, the blue cloud changes once, the blue cloud changes twice...

  Innumerable powerful auras intermingled. Just think about it, even the disciples of Jianjia in the early stages of Condensed Sea were so strong, then what about these people?

  And among the last to arrive was Jian Jia's master, Jian Ye - a powerful sword cultivator who had undergone three transformations in the Azure Clouds.

  A few people sat calmly in front, looking at the martial arts platform above, with a solemn expression.

  Jian Ye's gaze swept across everyone, exuding an endless aura of intimidation. Almost everyone who met his gaze lowered their heads in unison.

  Very soon, Jianye's gaze paused and stayed there. Xia Lin's mind moved, that was the position of Huo Jian.

  Where the eyes met, they touched upon an extremely complex expression. Jian Ye and Huo Jian exchanged a glance, after which Jian Ye coldly looked away, seemingly filled with disdain.

  "Ladies and gentlemen, I hereby declare the Name Sword Conference officially open!"

  "The rules are unnecessary, let's just start." Jian Ye said calmly, then sat down on a chair in the distance.

  The old man with a pen in hand appeared again, still holding a flower name list.

  "First stop, cheap start, Zhu Li!"

  As the old man finished speaking, two sword cultivators ascended onto the martial stage. At the old man's command, they began their trial by combat.

  "How was it?"

  Xia Lin looked at Ye Jian beside him and asked.

  "It's too great!" Ye Jian excitedly said, "No wonder all the sword cultivators in Jingzhou have come. Not to mention whether they can win or not, just by looking at other people's moves, you can learn a lot of things. Even if you don't learn anything, when facing them in the future, you'll be more cautious. These are all experiences."

  "Not bad." Xia Lin nodded, "Study well, although many people are not as strong as you, but some techniques and so on are also very useful, these are only available in actual combat."

  "Mmm." Ye Jian nodded.

  Match after match took place, and the two masters and disciples frantically absorbed them.

  Ye Jian was in the midst of learning, and Xia Lin had also never seen such a brilliant and strange sword technique before. There were moments when the light was dazzling, and the sword technique was like a fleeting shadow. Various bizarre sword techniques made Xia Lin's eyes widen with cold sweat, it was truly unthinkable. If these sword techniques were to suddenly appear in normal times, they would probably be unstoppable.

  Huo Jian stood beside him silently, and his attitude towards Jian Ye seemed to be without any anger.

  His face occasionally flashed a hint of a smile, making Xia Lin feel uneasy in his heart. What exactly did Huo Jian realize yesterday? His mood had changed so much.

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