Chapter 1694

All the people present gathered around, arguing with each other.

Several people have cut their fingers eagerly.

The light is transformed into: the sixth grade.

The moment the light appeared, the sword stuck on the edge of the stone moved a few times, and the man stepped forward and took it out effortlessly.

The people around became even more lively, scrambling to test their talent in kendo.

Even Li Jue, the sword cultivator who had an upright face but fled before the battle, pushed aside the crowd, intending to do a bloodletting test.

Suddenly, an earth wall rose to separate the crowd from the stele, and the strong fluctuation of the earth element made it impossible for the crowd to break it.

"Don't squeeze, come one by one, there are so many swords here, I believe those with talent will definitely be able to get them."

A short figure emerged from the crowd and shouted loudly.

Even though they were reluctant to line up at the back of the line, they still fought over each other and lined up.

After Chen Ping and the others calmed down, they walked slowly to the back of the line. There were constant curses or excited screams from the front line.

Only people with a talent of at least the sixth rank can get the sword, and the sixth rank is the outermost, and the next circle is the seventh rank, then eighth rank, ninth rank, and a sword with a dragon head and a golden handle inserted on the top.

The team slowly moved forward, those who didn't get the sword sat down in the corner of the room with resentment on their faces, while those who got the sword stood not far from the stone tablet and talked loudly about others' talent for swordsmanship.

After a while, Li Jue, who was in the middle of the line, came out with a look of resentment on his face, and heard the comments of the predecessors, that Li Jue's swordsmanship talent is only a mere third rank.

Chen Ping had already expected this result. The sword is a gentleman, and only with righteousness in mind can one cultivate to the extreme. Although Li Jue looks very decent, he has more small calculations in his heart than anyone else.

Suddenly, the people gathered in the corner rose violently, each using their own skills, and launched an attack on the people who had already got the swords, and there were countless casualties in the room for a while.

Those who were still in the queue didn't know where to help, but they didn't make a move easily. Except for some familiar people on one side, a few people in the line would go to help, and everyone continued to conduct tests while protecting themselves.

Chen Ping lamented that although these people did not die in the hands of the previous stone statues and mechas, they were still swallowed by their own complacency and desires. Those who got the sword ignored the feelings of others, and pointed at those who did not get the sword. , People who haven't got the sword don't think about themselves, but vent their resentment on others.

The sword style that I had just learned suddenly popped up in my consciousness: the Sword of Emotion.

Chen Ping picked up the sword and slashed at the people who were still fighting each other. The sword didn't touch anyone, but it seemed to cut off something.

The group of people who were still in a state of madness just now gradually stabilized, Chen Ping retreated, and the rest will not depend on him.

Although the attack continued, the group of people was slowly separated from the pull.

Only a few of these people grabbed the sword, and these people were wearing the clothes of the forces in the Bai Ze royal family's territory, and it was this group of people who encouraged those people to grab the sword.

Being used as a gun, the artillery fire was diverted for a while, and the Zulong faction attacked the people of Bai Ze's faction one after another.

Chen Ping retreated leisurely, he didn't want to get too involved with any royal family at the moment.

The flames of war were gradually extinguished. Since the number of Bai Ze faction was not large, most of them were surrounded and suppressed by people from Zulong's side. The few remaining people were disarmed and fell to the ground.

The previous earth attribute low cultivator proposed to execute them all. Although he couldn't bear it, he hardly made any obvious objection.

Just after a few gunshots, there were a few more innocent souls in the sword mound.

The line finally arrived at Chen Ping's side. Chen Ping squeezed out a drop of blood and wiped it on the stone tablet.

The words on the stele kept changing, and finally stayed on the top ten. And the sword on the stone flew out of thin air and fell directly into Chen Ping's hands.

Although there was not much movement, it was still caught by sharp-eyed people.

Someone exclaimed when they saw this, and for a while, everyone who had been paying attention to the injured looked at this handsome man who was young but powerful.

Women wink at Chen Ping, and men can't wait to be Chen Ping.

What Chen Ping was thinking while holding the sword at this time was: Could this stone tablet fail to recognize the eleventh grade.

If someone else knew about this idea, it would probably be a burst of praise for his pretense.

Chen Ping clasped his fists to everyone and said, "Thank you for your kindness, and Chen accepted it brazenly."

Seeing that Chen Ping was so polite, the rest of the people clasped their fists in return, congratulating him for getting the sword, but whether it was sincere or not was not so important.

When Chen Ping returned to the Qianshan Alliance team, he received another burst of blessings and congratulations. Even the few people who just came in and kept cursing him all gave Chen Ping fists and salutes with smirks.

That Elder Wang's kendo talent is the sixth rank, and he obtained a sword as clear as water.

"I'm old, and it's useless to practice this sword. It's better to leave it to the leader."

After that, he put the sword beside Song Ke.

I saw that Mu Chi slowly opened his eyes, his pale and chapped lips wanted to say something but was stopped by Chen Ping.

"You don't need to say anything, I understand."

Chen Ping roughly understood what he wanted to say, he just asked where Song Ke was and how Song Ke was doing.

"I'll help you."

Chen Ping rubbed a little of the dried blood from Mu Chi's wound, and walked steadily towards the stele.

A drop of water condensed on Chen Ping's fingertips to dissolve the blood scab, and touched it on the stone tablet.

The words on the stele stopped at the eighth rank, Chen Ping glanced at Mu Chi who was listless, shook his head and smiled.

"Your sword."

After Chen Ping finished speaking, he handed the sword he got from the stone to Mu Chi.

Mu Chi grinned weakly, and held the sword tightly in his hand.

Just now, Elder Wang moved Song Ke's stretcher to Mu Chi's side, and Elder Wang also briefly explained to Mu Chi about his previous experience.

When Mu Chi heard Song Ke's outburst, he looked sideways at his childhood sweetheart who made things difficult for him and shed a tear.

"I beg you two to get married in place."

Seeing this, Chen Ping said helplessly.

"Almost forgot about you."

Chen Ping pricked Song Ke's fingertips to get a drop of blood, and walked up to the stele again.

"Ten grades!"

Chen Ping was surprised by the result, but there was no sword on the stone.

The stele suddenly exploded, and there was actually a silver sword hidden inside the stele.

The sword did not fly towards its owner, but just lay there quietly waiting for someone to take it away. Chen Ping was stunned and said, "If Song Ke and I test it in the front, will the people behind hate us to death?"

At the moment when Chen Ping took the sword away, he accidentally touched the stone in the center, and saw that the originally indestructible stone turned into powder like foam, and the remaining swords were scattered all over the ground.

Below this stone is a staircase leading to the abyss.