Before.

Qin Wentian had once explained to him the sect strengths of the various continents in the Eastern Domain.

If we say.

The eight major sects of Celestial Peak Country belong to the Ninth-Grade Sect.

Then, the True Martial Sect barely reaches the eighth grade, being at the bottom tier.

The sects outside Cyan Continent are in the middle to upper tiers of the eighth grade!

Ye Qingchen had always been curious about the strength of these sects outside Cyan Continent, yet he never expected to encounter someone from Spirit Coffin Sect of Tongxuan Continent!

"That's right, even if he isn't the top existence in Tongxuan Continent, he's still one of the top ten experts. I'm afraid you'll get hurt if you clash with him!"

At this point.

Chu Yao lowered her head, her face turning crimson with shyness.

Ye Qing shouted from the side, "How could that be? If you hadn't pulled my brother away just now, my brother would definitely have knocked him down!"

In her heart.

Ye Qingchen was like a deity, never having been defeated.

During the Qingzhou Sword Fighting Conference, even when Mu Qianshan attacked with such a lethal setup, he could easily break it and turn the tables.

Ye Qingchen nodded.

Neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

Shi Potian's strength was at most slightly stronger than Jiao Demon King, but not enough for him to take notice.

"Alright, alright, alright! Your brother is the best!" Chu Yao cheerfully patted Ye Qing's head, not continuing to argue. She naturally believed in Ye Qingchen's strength, but Shi Potian also had a formidable reputation in Tongxuan Continent.

If given a few more years, Ye Qingchen would definitely not be inferior to him.

But right now, surpassing him might still be challenging.

Next.

Under Chu Yao's guidance, everyone continued to stroll around White Cloud Manor for half a day.

By nightfall.

The atmosphere of the entire manor changed suddenly, lights were everywhere, and people were bustling around.

"The Martial Arts Exchange Conference is about to start!"

Chu Yao quickly led the group towards the center of the manor.

Ye Qingchen was also incredibly excited.

Along the way, Chu Yao told him that many people would be making a move tonight, including some disciples from the previous generation's Bronze List. Although a few years ago, they did not achieve great results in the Qingzhou Sword Fighting Conference.

But now, these disciples have grown and their strength is naturally impressive.

Immediately.

The group arrived at the center of the manor.

However, to Ye Qingchen's surprise, the imagined arena did not appear; the center of the manor was a huge lake.

Around the lake, there was a dense crowd of people. At a rough glance, there were at least several thousand people.

Even.

Many people from the eight major sects were present.

It could be said that all the renowned strong people of Celestial Peak Country had arrived.

"Why is there no arena!"

Ye Qing stood on tiptoe, her face full of surprise.

"Martial Artists of the Profound Pill Realm walk the sky and use White Cloud Lake as the battlefield. This lake is the arena for tonight," Chu Yao explained.

"Fighting on White Cloud Lake?"

After hearing this, Ye Qing quickly looked forward.

Sure enough.

She vaguely saw a young man with a long spear standing on the water, seemingly waiting for something.

The group of five found a place to sit, and they heard the various discussions around them.

"It's actually Feng Xinglie! He's returned! Wasn't it said that after participating in the Qingzhou Sword Fighting Conference last time and losing to an expert from Youquan Sect, he disappeared?"

"He didn't disappear, he went on a journey. The failure of the Qingzhou Sword Fighting Conference was too big a blow for a genius like him, so he sought to regain his honor through several years of journey and training. He just came back a few days ago, and upon returning, he challenged the other seven major sects alone!"

"So what was the result?"

"He won a great victory; almost no one was his match. But I heard that those powerful figures from the Bronze List will also be returning tonight, and there will surely be another fierce battle!"

Not only in this area, but around all the stands surrounding White Cloud Lake, these kinds of discussions were everywhere.

After all.

To them, these were the talents of the previous generation.

How these talents have grown over the five years not only concerns the fortunes of the major sects but also the face of Celestial Peak Country.

Of course.

The most excited were the disciples of the eight major sects.

Because present were their predecessors.

"So this is our Xingluo Sect's Feng Xinglie!"

In the crowd, Lei Qianjue looked longingly at the figure on White Cloud Lake. Ever since Ye Qingchen won first place in the Qingzhou Sword Fighting Conference, he was like a lightning strike.

He went mad, training day and night, and only recently came out of his seclusion.

"Indeed!" Senior Brother Lu, Lu Changsheng, nodded, saying, "Senior Brother Feng was the top of the Bronze List five years ago. The failure of the Qingzhou Sword Fighting Conference was a huge blow to him! But now, his strength is incomparable to that day!"

As he spoke, Lu Changsheng glanced at Lei Qianjue, saying, "Your talent is good, but don't be blinded by the things in front of you, look to the longer term. The path of Martial Dao is guided by blood, paved with bones; don't fret over immediate gains and losses! Don't be fooled by that kid's current fame; the future is truly unpredictable!"

"Senior Brother Lu's lessons are to be heeded!"

Lei Qianjue nodded.

He naturally knew Lu Changsheng was referring to Ye Qingchen.

At that moment.

Suddenly, excited shouts arose.

"Qi Wangsun has arrived!"

"Whoosh!"

Amidst the cheers.

The sharp sound of something cutting through the air was heard, and a young man in his twenties moved like lightning through the night sky, leaving a trail of afterimages, darting out from the crowd, and in the blink of an eye landed on White Cloud Lake.

"So fast! Such a mysterious body technique!"

"If I were to fight him, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to react before being defeated by him!"

Countless people marveled.

Clad in a moonlit robe, Qi Wangsun landed on White Cloud Lake, facing Feng Xinglie.

"Feng Xinglie, it's been a long time since we two could battle again! Years ago, you were seventh on the Bronze List, while I was sixth. I wonder to what extent your strength has grown in these five years!"

Qi Wangsun laughed heartily.

"I could step over you five years ago, and I can do it again today!"

Feng Xinglie's eyes were calm, exuding confidence.

Qi Wangsun's face instantly darkened.

"Is that so?"

"Let me see exactly how your years of hard training have gone!"

As soon as he finished speaking.

Qi Wangsun's figure suddenly flashed, rushing rapidly towards Feng Xinglie. This time his speed was even faster than when he first appeared, so quick that it was impossible to catch with the naked eye!

"Thunderbolt Splitting Light Sword!"

Just when he was a few feet from Feng Xinglie.

A 'clang' was heard as his long sword was unsheathed. Qi Wangsun's wrist rotated, and beams of sword light as fast as thunder, flashing with a harsh cold gleam, were already upon Feng Xinglie in an instant!

In almost an instant.

The surface of the lake blazed with dazzling sword light.

The sword lights were so fierce, it was like daylight!

"Such a powerful swordsmanship! This is definitely a top-grade mystic level swordsmanship!"

A burst of exclamations erupted around.

Ye Qingchen also nodded slightly.

He could naturally see that Qi Wangsun's swordsmanship not only reached the top-grade mystic level, but his body technique was no less refined, both having been trained to perfection.

Moreover, his cultivation had reached Profound Pill Third Heaven; his combat power was undeniably strong!

The disciples from the previous generation's Bronze List were truly extraordinary!

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