Ye Ming took a closer look and saw that each metal pillar was engraved with kendo runes, and there was a vague connection between the metal pillars. Ye Ming couldn't help but ask: "Master, what kind of magic circle is this?"
Yi Xiantian looked solemn and said: "The ultimate killing sword formation of heaven and earth. Once this killing formation is launched, I am afraid that no martial god in the world can withstand it?"
Ye Ming suddenly thought, what does this sword pool mean? There was actually a sword fight held in the ultimate sword formation!
Cheng Wuya smiled slightly and said: "If this Heaven and Earth Killing Sword Formation is to be activated, there must be a God of War on each pillar to preside over it. Every time Jian Chi hosts a sword fighting meeting on a metal stage, this is also a good idea for the participants. respect.”
Cheng Anan looked at the other metal pillars and found that only three of the thirty-six metal pillars were empty. In other words, so far, at least thirty-three forces have participated in this year's sword fighting meeting. As for which of the thirty-three families are just watching the fun, there is no way to judge. She couldn't help but ask: "Holy Lord, why don't you see people from the Sword Pond Holy Land coming to greet you?"
Cheng Wuya also felt strange and said: "Yes, we have been here for a while, and it's time for the people from Jianchi to show up."
Yi Xiantian took Ye Ming to a nearby pillar, where the Yin Yang Jiao was staying. Not counting their two masters and disciples, there were two people from the Yin Yang Sect. One was Fu Taixu, the leader, and the other was Chen Huanzhen, a cardinal disciple. Chen Huanzhen is slightly older than Ye Ming. He was a disciple of Fu Taixu in his early years and one of the top geniuses of the Yin Yang Sect.
After Ye Ming met Fu Taixu, he saluted Chen Huanzhen and said, "I have met Senior Brother Chen."
Although Chen Huanzhen is only a few years older, he looks very mature and steady. He is neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, neither ugly nor handsome. In short, he is an ordinary person. But for some reason, wherever he goes, people will subconsciously treat him differently and not dare to underestimate him.
Chen Huanzhen had a good temper and returned the gift with a smile: "I heard that Junior Brother Ye has extraordinary swordsmanship. He will definitely bring honor to our Yin Yang Sect this time."
The two brothers were polite there, and Yi Xiantian told Jianchi the result of their discussion. When Fu Taixu heard that Ye Ming was going to challenge Jianchi for each of the two families, he couldn't help laughing and said: "I'm curious, how many of them can Ye Ming challenge?"
Just as he said this, a simple and elegant sword light shot out like the rays of the rising sun and fell on a pillar. Several senior officials of Jianchi very politely invited a young man to the stage. Although the young man was only fourteen or fifteen years old, he was very heroic and had an excellent temperament. The first impression given to others was that he must be a dragon among men.
Yi Xiantian sneered: "What did I do as a member of Jianchi? I went to greet the big shot. This young man's magnanimity should be that of a person from the Four Great Gods."
Fu Taixu asked curiously: "People from the Divine Land also want to participate in sword fighting? This is the first time!" Then he suddenly remembered something, "The last time Ye Ming defeated the people from the Tongtian Divine Land and the Immortal Temple, was it because of this? What happened?"
As he spoke, the metal pillars suddenly moved and converged towards the center. Finally, all the pillars fit together tightly to form a large square. Jianchi's senior officials greeted people from all major forces one by one. When it was the turn of the Yin Yang Sect, Ye Ming discovered that these senior officials of Jianchi were all martial gods, and there was no Lei Jingshi he knew among them.
"Holy Master Lin, I wonder where that young man came from?" Fu Taixu asked.
The Holy Master of Sword Pool is a middle-aged man named Lin Yusheng. He smiled bitterly and said: "The young man's name is Hong Tao, a disciple of Tongtian Shentu and an eighth-level martial artist. He heard that a sword fighting meeting was held here, so he came to participate."
Yi Xiantian smiled "hehe": "I think that young man will definitely challenge the genius of Jianchi. Is Holy Master Lin confident?"
Lin Yusheng said calmly: "Although the divine soil is extraordinary, the Sword Pond Holy Land is not a vegetarian. However, listening to the other party's tone, it does not seem to be directed at my Sword Pond Holy Land. This Hong Tao has a brother named Hong Shang. It seemed that last time Will you lose in the hands of this little friend?" As he said that, he glanced at Ye Ming.
Ye Ming was shocked. The other party was really coming for him. However, he calmed down immediately. It was a rare opportunity to find someone who could reach the heaven and earth to fight with swords. It was just a chance to test his current true level.
Yi Xiantian looked as usual and said, "It seems that our Yin Yang Sect needs to prepare a heavy betrothal gift."
The people in Jianchi smiled and went to visit other forces.
Yi Xiantian said: "Ye Ming, in the early stage, you have to show your weakness to the enemy and don't win too easily."
Ye Ming understood what Yi Xiantian meant, don't scare others, and smiled: "Master, don't worry, I understand."
The next moment, he asked Beiming to compress his strength to 30%. Even with only 30% strength, his strength is close to 500,000 kilograms, making him a master among martial arts masters. At the same time, Beiming taught Ye Ming a sword art called "Tongtian Sword Art", which is one of the important martial arts of Tongtian Divine Land and is very powerful.
Bei Ming: "Master, the opponent will definitely use the "Tongtian Sword Art", master will act according to the opportunity."
Ye Ming: "It doesn't matter, I will use my true strength to fight him. Even if I can't win, at least I won't lose." Regarding his understanding of the sword, he is confident that he is not weaker than a warrior of the same level.
Bei Ming: "After the master completes the sword fighting meeting, he can choose to permanently reduce the strength of the warrior realm."
Ye Mingqi said: "Compress forever?"
"The so-called permanent compression means that you can only exert your full strength in the realm of warriors. If you choose to permanently compress your strength, you can use the divine treasure clothes to exchange for other things to the will of God." Beiming said, "The master has lost Strength can be exchanged for other things, this is the so-called gain and loss, and the law of heaven is fair."
Ye Ming still didn't understand. He scratched his head: "How is this step achieved? Does the Divine Treasure Clothes itself have this function?"
"Yes, Master. This is one of the functions of the Divine Treasure Clothes. I suggest that the Master use the lost strength in exchange for spiritual improvement." Beiming said, "A powerful divine soul is the foundation of martial arts and the foundation of other avenues. .”
After visiting all the forces, Lin Yusheng, the Holy Master of Sword Pool, said loudly: "Everyone, the Qinglong Sword Fighting Club will be held again. Thank you for your support. The rules are still the same as before. Each family recommends its own disciples and marks the winnings. , and then the disciples of other forces can challenge them at will. Winning or losing is not important, what is important is communication."
After a few brief words, the people from Jianchi announced that the sword fighting conference had officially begun.
"Yue Pingzhi, a disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect, wants to seek advice from the Yin Yang Sect's senior brother!" A sword light flew into the air and landed opposite the Yin Yang Sect.
The surrounding forces immediately gathered around, looking like they were watching the excitement.
Chen Huanzhen and Ye Ming immediately stood up and raised their hands to each other: "Please!"
The disciple of the Spirit Sword Cult named Yue Pingzhi was about the same age as Ye Ming. He was holding a long sword and smiling. His eyes fell on Ye Ming and said: "My younger brother Yue Pingzhi, a martial arts master of the Spirit Sword Cult." , I hope to learn swordsmanship from Senior Brother Ye Ming."
Ye Ming squinted his eyes: "Brother-in-law, do you recognize me?"
"No. 1 on the Hidden Dragon Ranking, who doesn't know?" Yue Pingzhi said with a smile, "My uncle is Lei Jingshi, and he often mentions Senior Brother Ye's extraordinary qualities."
Ye Ming understood immediately that Yue Pingzhi was sent by Lei Jingshi as an outpost to test his strength. He nodded: "In that case, please!"
"I wonder what your senior brother's winnings are?" the other party asked with a smile.
Ye Ming turned around and asked Yi Xiantian: "Master, how many cities are available to our family?"
Yi Xiantian laughed and said: "You want to besiege the city in the first game? What a joke!" After that, he took out a storage ring and handed it to Ye Ming.
Ye Ming took a look and found that there were actually 10 million ninth-level talismans inside! A ninth-level talisman coin can be exchanged for about 1,800 Martial God coins, and 10 million talisman coins is equivalent to 1,8 billion Martial God coins! He immediately smiled and said: "Okay, my winnings are 10 million ninth-level talismans. I wonder what my brother-in-law's winnings are?"
Yue Pingzhi was startled, wondering what he was thinking! If you bet so much in the first game, how can you fight in the future? You know, as the wealth-recruiting elder of the Yin-Yang Sect, Ye Ming only manages more than 10 billion in funds. Now, taking all of it to gamble, it feels like you are out of your mind and crazy.
Behind Yue Pingzhi were two elders of the Spirit Sword Sect, who also looked at each other and smiled bitterly. The Spirit Sword Sect cannot be compared with the Yin Yang Sect, and is only slightly better than the Black Dragon Sect. You would never dare to gamble with tens of billions of Martial God Coins.
Yue Pingzhi's face turned red. He originally thought the winnings were only a few million Martial God coins, but he didn't expect them to be so high. How could he bet? Even if he has a 90% chance of winning, what about the remaining 10%? If they lose, the Spirit Sword Sect will go bankrupt. After holding it in for a long time, he sighed and saluted Ye Ming: "Brother, I didn't bring enough luck to challenge you."
Ye Ming smiled slightly: "It doesn't matter..."
But before he finished speaking, Fu Taixu suddenly laughed "haha", with a look of ridicule on his face, and said: "You Tianxian, you have the nerve to send disciples to challenge you if you can't win? When did the Spirit Sword Sect become so embarrassed? Have you seen it yet?"
Ye Ming was stunned. The leader seemed to have a plan!
A ray of sword light fell, and a middle-aged man in moon-white robes and a sword crown appeared. He said with a sullen face: "Fu Taixu, what are you talking about? If you didn't play like this, it would only be 18 billion. Is all the remaining money from your Yin Yang Sect in there?"
Fu Taixu sneered: "If you don't have confidence and courage, just don't participate in the sword fighting meeting. Don't talk about these useless things."
You Tianxian's face was livid and he said angrily: "Do you think I really dare not bet with you?"
"Even if you dare, can you afford the prize?" Fu Taixu looked down on the other party.
Ye Ming suddenly discovered an interesting phenomenon at this time. It seemed that the more powerful he was at the Martial God level, the less controlled his emotions were. He told this doubt to Bei Ming, who said: "Master, warriors cultivate freedom and freedom. The more powerful they are, the less they will wrong themselves. Therefore, some martial gods act as innocently as children. Of course, There are also individual phenomena, each of which is different.”
You Tianxian said loudly: "Our Spirit Sword Sect has opened a new spiritual mine, and I will use it to bet with you!"
Fu Taixu curled his lips: "Can a small spiritual mine be worth 18 billion?"
You Tianxian snorted coldly: "That is a large spiritual mine, worth no less than 20 billion, and it is not difficult to mine. If you use it as a bet, you Yin Yang Sect will already take advantage."
"Okay, Yin Yang Sect accepts the challenge!" Fu Taixu smiled "haha" and pushed Ye Ming out.