Chapter 21: Famous Sword

As they were robbed on the road, Ye Yunhao sped up his journey into the city, shortening the distance by half. They had originally planned to participate in the sword-testing competition that day, but now it was three days earlier.

Sect Leader Li has already sent a message to all the major sects, informing them of the attack. It is unknown whether it is because Sect Leader Li sends disciples to patrol outside the city every day to provide support, but since Ye Yunhao came to Tianshui City, he has not heard of any sect being attacked.

Although the motives of the thieves are unclear, it's good that no one was killed.

I just hope nothing unexpected happens at this sword trial.

Jiuxiao Tower, the ninth floor.

Standing at the highest point, everything is in sight. Shuang Bei looks at the lake that is like a mirror, and there seems to be a glimmer in his eyes.

Shuang Bei was looking at the scenery, while Ye Yunhao was looking at him. Perhaps due to the cold poison, Shuang Bei's face was a little paler than that of an ordinary man. However, his eyebrows and eyes were like ink. The strong contrast between black and white made people feel shudder inexplicably.

"Frost North..."

After hearing Ye Yunhao's voice, Shuang Bei turned his head to look at him, his eyes seemed to be questioning him.

Facing the pair of black and white eyes, Ye Yunhao exhaled lightly and said, "Yunluo Villa Ye Yunhao is very happy to be friends with Shuangbei."

Shuang Bei stared at Ye Yunhao, and after a moment, he smiled at him. The other party was a smart person, and he must have realized in the past few days that he didn't know much about the current distribution of power in the world. Now that he could completely learn about the other party's origins from him, it also meant that Ye Yunhao had completely let down all his guard.

He thought that maybe the five-year life span scared the other party.

Although Shuangbei really wanted to tell the other party that he would not die, such words seemed a little flimsy compared to the judgment of Divine Doctor Valley.

The judgment of Divine Doctor Gu was indeed correct, but his body was in a delicate state of balance. Shuang Bei suddenly felt a little regretful. If he had known earlier, he would not have told the other party about the cold poison because it was troublesome to explain.

Shuang Bei looked at the young master in front of him who looked like he was about to burst into tears. He paused and said, "The doctor once said that I would not live more than three days after I was born. Three days later, the doctor said that I would not live more than ten years. Now I am twenty-one years old and have lived ten years after ten years. So I don't believe in fate, and I will not die."

Shuang Bei's voice was extremely gentle, but Ye Yunhao could feel the sharp coldness beneath the gentleness, just like the pine and cypress trees growing in the snow, stubbornly spreading their branches towards the sky. For a moment, Ye Yunhao felt his blood begin to boil, and looking at those eyes, he seemed no longer able to be so self-righteous as to feel sad for the other person's fate.

Shuangbei doesn't believe in fate, so why does he believe that the other person will definitely follow the trajectory of fate?

"I was also very happy to meet Ye Yunhao in the forest that day."

Puff, puff.....

Ye Yunhao felt his heart beating violently, and his chest seemed to be burning with a fire, just like the scorching sun on a summer day.

Three days later.

The streets in the inner part of Tianshui City were filled with heroes from the martial arts world who were heading to the sword-testing competition. As there were too many people, many people gave up riding horses and chose to walk. Some people who had arrived in Tianshui City a few days ago were waiting in the city early in the morning.

The sword test was held at the intersection of the Wanjian Sect and the Wenxin Sword Pavilion, with disciples of the Wanjian Sect holding long swords on both sides to maintain order.

Frost North looked forward and saw a cloud ladder with broken swords on both sides.

Seeing this, Ye Yunhao explained, "Forging a sword is not an easy task. Someone may be extremely poor and cannot forge a famous sword in his entire life. The broken swords on both sides were forged by disciples of Wenxin Pavilion. Swords of poor quality would be broken by the forgers and buried here."

Shuangbei nodded, and saw a commotion in the crowd. A group of people in white clothes stepped onto the ladder first, and people around them were whispering.

"That's the Taibai Sword Sect. It's said that even the children who usually sweep up fallen leaves have mastered swordsmanship in the Taibai Sword Sect."

Shuangbei slowly withdrew his gaze and sighed, "It seems that taking the sword is not an easy task."

Ye Yunhao nodded. He stroked Yunyan with his hand and murmured, "I will succeed in taking the sword."

Although this sword test competition has an age limit, there are still many elders who come with their disciples. However, even though there are crowds of people everywhere, no one disturbs the order. After all, there are still a few people who dare to act wildly under the nose of the Sword Master.

Shuang Bei followed the crowd up the cloud ladder. When he reached the top, his view suddenly opened up. After Ye Yunhao took out a jade token, a waiter led them to a side building.

Half of the tables in the building were already full, and Shuang Bei and Ye Yunhao followed to the empty seat on the far left.

Looking forward from this angle, one can just see the martial arts arena outside. As for the downstairs, it has already been occupied by a group of martial arts heroes.

The arrival of Shuang Bei and Ye Yunhao attracted many people's attention. Among those who could come to this building, there were many outstanding people in the world and famous families. However, after searching their minds, the people in the building could not remember who these two young men were from.

The sword-contest has not yet begun. In order to prevent the heroes from getting bored while waiting, the Sword Pavilion has prepared fine wine and delicious food.

Ye Yunhao poured a glass, and Shuang Bei beside him smelled the aroma of the wine and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Good wine."

However, in order to prevent himself from coughing and vomiting blood in front of so many people, Shuang Bei finally gave up drinking.

Ye Yunhao only took a quick sip of the wine. Although it was fragrant, it was stronger. He was afraid that he would get drunk before the sword test started, and then everything would become a joke.

A sharp-eyed person nearby finally recognized Ye Yunhao's identity through his sword.

"Could it be Ye Chen's son?"

Ye Yunhao listened to the whispers around him and remained unmoved. He had never thought of hiding his identity, but he was not so bad as to hold a loudspeaker and let the whole world know that he was Ye Yunhao from Yunluo Villa.

Along with the sound of a bell, a man wearing the robe of a disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect landed on the martial arts stage. Everyone then saw that he was holding a wooden stick in his hand.

Suddenly, a drum sounded like thunder, and the man finally made a move. He swung the wooden stick in his hand with graceful and powerful movements. The stick in his hand was like a silver dragon swimming around. Everyone stared at each other intently. As the drum sound came to an end, the man swung a sword, and a strong wind blew past in an instant, and the man once again stood in the center of the martial arts stage.

The air seemed to freeze for a second, and then applause like a tidal wave rang out. Everyone was shocked by the opponent's sword, and the applause echoed in almost every corner above the ladder.

At the same time, the sword test competition officially began amid applause.

"With a sword in your heart, fallen leaves, flying flowers, grass, wood, sand and stones are all weapons." Shuang Bei couldn't help but sigh as he watched the man display his powerful sword skills using only a wooden stick.

Upon hearing this, Ye Yunhao's eyes sparkled with stars and a smile appeared on his face. This sword test was indeed interesting.

After hearing Shuang Bei's sigh, the others couldn't help but murmur, "There is a sword in his heart, what a sword in his heart!"

After the sword-contest began, many people rushed to the arena. There were a limit of ten people on the arena at a time, and when someone was knocked down, someone else would quickly take his place.

Some people ran out of strength and were knocked down by those who came later, while others continued to stand on the martial arts stage without moving. However, no one on this building stood up. It seemed that these ten swords were not something they cared about.

After another round of bells rang, the ten people on the stage were already panting and cheering, but at the same time their faces were shining brightly, especially after receiving the sword, some of them even cried with joy.

After one fight after another, time had already unknowingly reached noon, but the passion of the heroes in the martial arts world had never subsided.

The original melee was ten swords, but after three rounds of ten swords, it became eight swords, then six swords, and finally four swords.

The four swords are Jinghua, Shuiyue, Gejin and Qingjun. After these four swords appeared, someone upstairs also took action.

Among them, a disciple from the Wanjian Sect obtained the Gejin, and a fourteen-year-old boy from the Taibai Sword Sect obtained the Jinghua. As for Shuiyue and Qingjun, they fell into the hands of the little-known Jinguang Tower.

Originally, Jinguanglou was only considered a third-rate sect, but with so many disciples coming, they used human wave tactics. If someone got tired, another would take his place. Therefore, out of the four people on the field in the end, Jinguanglou only had two left.

The sword trial competition has only one rule: the age limit must be under 30 years old. Another hidden condition is that the contestants must use swordsmanship. Human wave tactics are not considered a violation, but they are very easy to attract hatred. Some major sects are too embarrassed to use this method to win.

Jinguanglou knew that this method could easily offend people, so after obtaining the two swords, they gathered together honestly, trying to minimize their presence as much as possible. However, it was worth it to get two famous swords, even if it attracted some hatred.

Shuangbei originally thought that the next competition would be between two swords and then a single sword, but he did not expect the head of Wenxin Pavilion to suddenly show up.

The opponent should be the same age as Li Jianxian, but the head of Wenxin Sword Pavilion, Chu Kongying, already had white hair. He just waved his sleeves and two swords fell beside him.

Ye Yunhao was stunned. He pursed his lips and said, "Uncle Chu, why do you have so many white hairs?"

"These two swords were forged by my elders. They are named Jiu Tian and Gu He respectively."

People have been itching to get these two swords. Just by looking at them from a distance, they can feel the cold light.

Shuang Bei tilted his head slightly to look at Ye Yunhao. Although there was admiration for the two swords in the other's eyes, he did not seem to have any intention of seizing them.

For some swordsmen, the sword is another self. Many people pay attention to the word "fate", and eye contact is one of them.

"In addition, I also have a sword. Please take it." Along with Chu Kongying's voice, a long sword flew out from the air and landed directly in front of him. It looked very ordinary before, but when it fell, the two swords beside him lost some of their momentum.

"This sword is called Asking the Way. It took me half my life to make it. Perhaps after this sword, I will never be able to forge a famous sword again. This sword is Asking the Way. Please take it, young master."

Chu Kongying's voice spread throughout the entire cloud ladder. All the heroes stared at the sword with wild enthusiasm, and Shuang Bei also saw desire in Ye Yunhao's eyes.

There will be three people left on the stage for this sword-grabbing competition, and they will compete separately to come up with the first, second, and third places. Wen Dao comes first, Jiu Tian comes second, and Gu He comes third.

Although the sword is good, there are very few people who can actually take the stage. After all, after going through the previous levels of selection, most people are aware of their own strength. In the end, the people who compete for these three swords must be the best disciples of various sects.

"Ji Xianyi from the Taibai Sword Sect, come and get the sword." A man in white jumped out from the upstairs and landed on the martial arts stage first.

"Shuangbei, I'm going too." Ye Yunhao couldn't hide his excitement in his tone.

Shuangbei nodded, "Go ahead."

"Ye Yunhao from Yunluo Villa came to take the sword."

“Ding ding ding…”

Along with the sound of silver bells, a woman in red also came to the martial arts stage, and the silver bells on her ankles rang slowly with her movements.

"Wuji has sent Jia Zhutao to take the sword."

"Gudong"

Shuang Bei looked around and seemed to hear the sound of someone swallowing saliva. The woman named Zhu Jiatao was dressed boldly and brightly, but most of the martial artists understood one thing: the more beautiful a woman is, the more dangerous she is, especially a flower that carries a deadly toxin.

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