<="kj_n">My daughter, stand at attention and follow your father. The swordsman

is sharp!

Therefore, swordsmen are pure, and their style of doing things is just like the long sword in their hands, pure and direct. Because they are sincere to the sword, they are also sincere to their hearts.

Swordsmen never make promises to anyone easily, but once a promise is made, even if it means going through fire and water, they will not frown, but will do their best to fulfill their promise, even if it costs their own lives.

Therefore, Cheng Moyu opened his mouth like this, and his words were like knives, and every spit was a nail.

Because he had received the guidance of Ye Wuque, if he did not repay him, his sword heart would be covered with dust, and he would have worries in his heart, and he would not be able to make rapid progress and improve his sword skills, and he would no longer be pure.

But Cheng Moyu's words spread throughout the arena, and immediately made countless disciples dumbfounded.

“Oh my god! This is too exaggerated! What on earth happened? Cheng Moyou, the Green Shirt Sky Sword who is ranked 22nd on the Human List, just became Ye Wuque’s younger brother?”

“What on earth did Ye Wuque do? He just gave Cheng Moyou some pointers, and he was able to make him submit?”

“This is bullshit! Is this the scene of the Human List ranking competition? This has become the scene of Ye Wuque recruiting younger brothers!”

“Too awesome! Ye Wuque is so awesome that he can make a master ranked 22nd on the Human List submit to him!”

…

Countless disciples in the arena exclaimed in surprise, their faces full of disbelief, but then they felt infinite emotion and awe for Ye Wuque. It was simply unparalleled that the challenge of the ranking competition had become like this.

On the battlefield, Ye Wuque also understood Cheng Moyou's behavior. He knew that this was a swordsman's way of doing things, so he immediately stepped forward to help Cheng Moyou up and said with a smile: "Brother Cheng, there is no need to do this. Congratulations to Brother Cheng for making further progress in swordsmanship. From now on, you have entered the realm of harmony and the road to supreme swordsmanship is promising!"

Ye Wuque said this sincerely with a slight smile.

Cheng Moyou looked at Ye Wuque, who was obviously younger than him but had a much better demeanor

, and a pair of eyes like sword light also gushed out a sigh. "Junior Brother Ye, your understanding and cognition of the swordsmanship is really exquisite. If Junior Brother Ye practices swordsmanship, he must be a peerless genius in my swordsmanship!"

Looking at Ye Wuque, Cheng Moyou said this sincerely, without any hypocrisy or courtesy.

"Haha, Senior Brother Cheng, you are too kind, but my path is not the sword path. However, there are three thousand great ways, and although the paths are different, after reaching a certain level, you can learn from each other, and even reach the end, the great way will lead to the same destination, and you can even meet each other."

"This way you will not be lonely, and you can also see the strengths of others. Isn't this way of journey and scenery more exciting?"

Hearing this, Cheng Moyou's eyes were shocked, and then he seemed to understand something. At the same time, he also made a sound, and the long sword in his hand also hummed softly, as if he was also jumping for joy and happiness.

In the end, Cheng Moyou nodded to Ye Wuque and immediately turned around and jumped off the stage. With the unique style of a swordsman, he strode forward and left the arena, directly choosing to leave the list, leaving cleanly and neatly, leaving without any nostalgia.

ry latest chapter qs section l / cool y craftsman network h

only left a clear and joyful sword ballad echoing in this world.

"The wind rises, the clouds fly, I walk alone in the world, laughing at the crazy!"

"People are crazy, they don't know themselves! The wind is for singing, the sword should be raised!"

"The sword is out of the sheath, the man turns into light, the snow is flying against the wind!"

"When the years are over, where is the pain? One move to bid farewell to the past..."

For a swordsman, what can be more joyful than finding the most correct swordsmanship for himself?

Glory? Fame?

These are not as good as his own swordsmanship and the long sword in his hand, all can be abandoned, no need to linger.

Watching Cheng Moyou leave, Ye Wuque also showed a bright smile on his face.

After this battle, Ye Wuque became... the 22nd on the list of people in a special way!

Papapapa...

The applause like thunder resounded, as if everyone was impressed by the swordsman style of Cheng Moyou turning around and leaving, but looking at Ye Wuque standing alone on the battle stage, the applause was even more thunderous!

Cheng Moyou's swordsman style is extraordinary, and Ye Wuque's style is even more peerless!

At this moment, countless disciples of the Holy Way of the Heavens were filled with infinite emotion, and they were more persistent and strong in their own cultivation paths. It seemed that their hearts had been polished and became more resilient.

Bloody throne, the tenth row!

This is the last row of the Bloody Throne, and also the highest row!

Every figure that can sit on it exudes unparalleled fluctuations like the roar of a dragon above the nine heavens.

With their position, they can look down on all the disciples of the Holy Way of the Heavens present. Even the masters of the Human Ranking can only accept their contempt, and these ten people have this qualification.

Because they are in the top ten of the Human Ranking, they are the ten people who have reached the top and the front among the hundreds of thousands of disciples of the Holy Way of the Heavens!

Powerful, mysterious, unpredictable!

These are their adjectives, and they are also the objects of admiration and awe of countless disciples of the Holy Way of the Heavens.

At this moment, several eyes from the top ten of the Human Ranking also looked at Ye Wuque on the battle stage.

Before this, no matter what kind of battles took place, no matter how exciting or how loud, in the tenth row, it did not stir up any waves or attention.

But at this moment, as Ye Wuque instructed Cheng Moyou, Cheng Moyou's swordsmanship was further improved, which finally attracted the attention of several people.

"Ye Wuque... this kid is quite interesting."

This was a deep voice, as if when he opened his mouth, it was like a vast land, with countless mammoths running wildly, and everything would be trampled into ashes wherever they passed, barbaric, domineering, and direct!

"He has good combat power and some potential. Give him a few years, maybe he can be on par with us, but now... he is still too young and far behind."

Another voice sounded, but this time it was a woman's voice.

Indifferent, without any emotional fluctuations, like a jade statue sitting cross-legged in the cold moonlight, detached from the world.

"Hahahaha... Every time there are some dark horses in the ranking competition, I am full of hope every time, hoping that a super dark horse will appear in front of me, but every time I am disappointed. Will this Ye Wuque be an exception this time? Tsk tsk tsk tsk..."

The third voice sounded, with a hint of arrogance and unruliness in the tone, but more of a burning desire, as if expecting that there will be a rising star among the 800,000 disciples of the Holy Way of the Heavens, so that the owner of the voice can loosen up the confinement.

These three voices all came from the tenth row of the Blood Throne, but the owners of the three voices could not distinguish them, because every figure on the tenth row was surrounded by a strong Yuanli light, and only a little figure could be vaguely seen, but the face could not be seen clearly at all.

However, at this moment, the independent throne on the tenth row, which represented the third place on the Human Ranking, was originally shrouded in blazing flames. The flames were purple-red, and the surging flames seemed to be able to burn down the void!

But the purple-red flame suddenly cracked, revealing a pair of purple-red eyes that seemed to flow with hellish magma!

The eyes were high above, and there was a coldness and a hint of murderous intent in them!

And the target of this murderous intent was Ye Wuque who was walking towards the bloody throne!

"Ye Wuque... I let you live for another half a year... Now it's time to die."

<="">Search "Kujiang.com" on WeChat, follow it and send the name of the work, and read the full text of the genuine version for free! The fastest update! You can also get 20 excavators! <="kj_ds_icon">