After being lectured by Chen Wang, Ye Yuner realized that if the "Green Emperor's Secret of Immortality" were to be spread out, it would cause great trouble to Chen Wang.
And even if Chen Wang didn't say it, based on the principle that the Taoism of the immortal cultivation world should not be passed on to outsiders, Ye Yuner did not intend to pass this technique on to anyone in the Ye family.
Well, this little cotton jacket is a bit drafty.
She immediately promised Chen Wang,
"Don't worry, I won't pass this technique on to anyone else before you agree."
Her idea was simple. If she had a chance in the future to get her father and Chen Wang to have a good relationship, then maybe Chen Wang would agree to pass on this technique.
"I swear by my word."
She knew that just saying it verbally would not work, and the best way was to swear an oath.
Only then could Chen Wang fully believe it.
Chen Wang saw Ye Yuner swearing to him, so he nodded and said,
"That's good."
It was just nightfall, and the lights in Linyun City were bright, creating a magnificent scene.
Chen Wang thought about it, then pulled the little Lolita out of the local inn and came to Linyun City.
At this time in Linyun City, cultivators from all over the world were competing with each other on the arena.
Chen Wang and Ye Yun'er came to the spectator seats of an arena. The person who came on the field was a swordsman from Wenjian Pavilion, and his opponent was a swordsman who traveled around the world.
This match was obviously a duel between the two sword masters.
The swordsman from the Sword-Asking Pavilion had reached the ninth level of the Spirit Gathering Stage, and his entire body exuded the aura of swordsmanship. It was obvious that his swordsmanship had already taken shape. It was not difficult to guess that he was Ling Jianzi, the swordsman from the Sword-Asking Pavilion who was known as the strongest swordsman of the younger generation.
The swordsman who traveled around the world had only reached the fifth level of the Spirit Gathering Stage. His clothes were very neat and there was a hint of sword light in his eyes. If nothing unexpected happened, this swordsman's attainments in the way of the sword were not inferior to Ling Jianzi.
"May I ask your name?"
The swordsman said in his hoarse voice, his eyes like two sharp swords shooting straight at Ling Jianzi.
"Ask the Sword Pavilion, Spirit Sword Master."
Ling Jianzi exuded sword energy all over his body, which deflected the sword intent contained in the swordsman's sharp gaze.
"The free-spirited swordsman, Luo Feng."
When the swordsman saw that his sword intent was bounced away, he immediately became serious.
"You seem very confident in yourself."
After he finished speaking, a sword intent shot out from Ling Jianzi's body and rushed straight towards the swordsman.
Ling Jianzi looked at the swordsman in front of him with a serious expression. Both of them could attack at any time, but the real victory or defeat depended on whether his swordsmanship could defeat the opponent's swordsmanship.
This is what makes sword cultivators like them, who are almost obsessed with swordsmanship, different from other cultivators.
"Having confidence in one's own swordsmanship is not a basic requirement for us sword practitioners."
The swordsman exuded a simple sword light all over his body, blocking the oncoming sword intent and speaking lightly.
"Interesting! I started practicing swordsmanship when I was young. I fed the sword with my blood for several years. Fortunately, I finally had an epiphany and managed to condense the rudiments of the sword art."
Ling Jianzi was obviously interested and immediately began to explain his swordsmanship.
Suddenly, the swordsman felt a huge sword flying towards him at a high speed above his head.
However, the swordsman did not panic, but began to explain his own way of swordsmanship.
"I started learning swordsmanship at the age of three, and forged the sword I wear at the age of ten. I once traveled the world with my sword. Fortunately, I received guidance from an old man, and I finally formed the basic form of swordsmanship half a year ago."
As soon as he finished speaking, tens of thousands of invisible swords shot out from under his feet and headed straight for the giant sword in the sky.
For a moment, it was difficult to tell which was better between the ten thousand swords and the giant sword.
However, at this moment, there was an uproar below the ring because of the swordsman's words.
"Did you hear that? He said he had also condensed the prototype of swordsmanship!"
"I heard it, and it was already formed three months ago."
"He looks very young. I never thought that besides the Sword-Asking Pavilion's Spirit Sword Master, there would be such a genius in our Xuantian Dynasty!"
"Hey, fellow Daoist, who do you think will win between the two of them?"
"Now the two of them have similar attainments in swordsmanship. If they were to compete again, the difference would be in their cultivation."
"And that swordsman is only at the fifth level of the Gathering Spirit Stage, he is far inferior to Ling Jianzi."
"I guess in the end, Ling Jianzi has a better chance of winning."
"Come on, come on! You're welcome to place your bets."
Everyone was talking at once, and some cultivators even placed bets on the swordsman or the spirit swordsman to win in order to enhance the viewing experience.
At this time, Ye Yuner was standing on the viewing platform, looking at the two of them with a confused expression. Because she was a novice in kendo, she felt a little respect for them after hearing about their kendo experiences.
"Wang Chen, Wang Chen."
Ye Yuner pulled Chen Wang's hand and said,
"You're so good with a sword, how's your swordsmanship?"
Chen Wang glanced at Ye Yuner, then continued to watch the confrontation between the two people below the stage, and said lightly,
"I'll tell you slowly after I finish what I need to do."
Seeing that Chen Wang was unwilling to talk to her, Ye Yuner pouted again, snorted, and continued to watch the competition between the two swordsmen on the stage.
At this moment, a man suddenly came over and said drunkenly,
"Hey, brother, who do you think will win?"
Chen Wang glanced at the man, who was wearing a white robe. On the left side of his waist was a magic sword in its scabbard, and on the right side was a gourd that seemed to be filled with wine.
"Spirit Sword Master."
Chen Wang said calmly that the two men's attainments in swordsmanship were comparable, but Ling Jianzi's cultivation was stronger.
"Yeah?"
The drunk man grabbed the gourd at his waist and took a gulp of the wine. After drinking it, he shouted that he was very happy, and then said,
"I don't think either of them will win."
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