Junior sister slandered me, the Drunken Swordsman, I cut through the gate of heaven with one sword

"Who dares to report it? The person who dares to kill the Li family disciples is definitely not a soft persimmon. There is no need to offend a strong person because of a magic weapon.

And you don’t know, right? The most popular voices in the city right now are cheering, and everyone is hoping that Li Yan will die, not to mention reporting that senior. "

Hearing this, the strong men in the field nodded one after another. Naturally, they did not want to offend this senior. Moreover, the affairs of the Li family had already been discussed by both humans and gods. It would be better to wait for the Li family to be slaughtered.

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Time flies, and soon it is time for the competition among major sects and dynasties.

Kyoto was already packed with people. The people couldn't wait to come to the area where the martial arts arena was located. Some people were even willing to sell their belongings to get tickets in order to witness the counterattack of the contemporary genius.

Ye Qian'an and others also came here. Based on their strength, they quickly walked into this place.

Liu Qingyun, the Emperor of the Tiansheng Dynasty, sat silently on the chair, looking at the cultivators who came in one after another, and nodded with satisfaction. The strength of these cultivators was almost between the semi-saint and quasi-saint realms.

It seems that they all chose to come here just to get the holy elixir?
Liu Qingyun said with a smile: "It seems that there are quite a few young people coming this time, but it is not so easy to obtain holy elixirs."

The other cultivators also nodded. If they wanted to obtain the holy elixir, they had to get first place. It was not easy to get first place among so many people.

As everyone arrived here, Liu Qingyun slowly stood up, looked at the many cultivators in front of him, and said silently: "Dear Taoist friends, welcome to my Tiansheng Dynasty to participate in the competition. This competition is very simple. As long as you can hold on to the end, you will be the first place."

"In order not to waste time, we have decided that everyone should attack together and spar with each other. As long as you do not break the rules, I will not say a word. But if any of you kills others, don't blame me for being rude."

Liu Qingyun said calmly: "Okay, those who want to participate in the competition, go on stage. As long as you can hold on to the end, the holy medicine will be yours."

Ye Qiyan glanced at the Ice Emperor beside him, and then walked onto the competition field without thinking. Although everyone here was a quasi-saint or semi-saint, for Ye Qiyan, as long as it was not a saint, everything would be like an ant trying to shake a tree.

Since the Drunken Sword Immortal's level is about to reach the maximum, his own strength has been greatly improved. Not to mention whether the opponent can hold on, even if Ye Qian'an is a strong man in the early stage of Sainthood, he has the strength to fight. Naturally, he is not afraid of the group of cultivators who are only in the semi-saint realm.

As Liu Qingyun's voice fell, all the strong men in the field stepped onto the arena. Although the arena was not big, there were restrictions here. Anyone who entered here would feel that the space here was very large.

The atmosphere in the competition arena suddenly became tense.

Many cultivators at the semi-saint and quasi-saint realms looked at their opponents around them vigilantly, secretly accumulating strength, ready to seize the initiative with one move.

Ye Qian'an stood there calmly, as if the tense atmosphere around him had nothing to do with him. Bingdi looked at him from the audience with trust in her eyes. She knew that Ye Qian'an's current strength was unfathomable.

"start!"

Following Liu Qingyun's order, in an instant, the field was filled with flashing light, various spells and magic weapons were cast out, and roars and shouts were intertwined.

Some cultivators displayed fierce sword moves, with sword energy running wildly, as if to split the space in half; others summoned powerful spirit beasts, roaring and charging towards others.

However, Ye Qian'an only raised his hand slightly, and a powerful spiritual power surged out of his body, forming a faint halo. When the spells and magic weapons that attacked him touched this halo, they were like a drop in the ocean, instantly losing their power and dissipating into nothingness. Everyone was shocked when they saw this. They thought he was just a young boy who got here by luck, but they didn't expect him to have such ability.

Several quasi-saint cultivators who were confident of their extraordinary strength looked at each other and decided to join forces to deal with Ye Qian'an first.

Together, they used their strongest combined attack technique. The sky was changing rapidly and a column of energy that seemed to destroy the world came slamming towards Ye Qian'an.

Ye Qian'an remained calm, he stomped his foot lightly, and his figure flew up like lightning. In the blink of an eye he was in front of those people, and a long sword emitting dazzling light appeared in his hand.

With a casual wave, several sword energies shot out, directly breaking through the energy column of the combined attack technique, and moving towards the monks with undiminished momentum.

Those men tried to dodge in panic, but the sword energy was too fast and it cut through their clothes in an instant. Although their lives were not injured, they fell to the ground in embarrassment and lost the strength to fight again.

At this moment, the whole place fell silent. The monks who were originally fighting involuntarily stopped what they were doing and looked at Ye Qian'an in unison, their eyes full of fear and astonishment.

Ye Qian'an looked around and said loudly, "If anyone wants to continue the competition, just come on."

The strong confidence revealed in those words made it clear to everyone present that the first place in this competition would probably belong to him.

But even so, there were still a few monks who did not believe in evil and gritted their teeth and attacked Ye Qiyan again. However, the result was the same. They could not shake Ye Qiyan at all and were easily defeated by Ye Qiyan.

"Fellow Taoists, come together!"

Ye Qian'an said with a smile.

After hearing these words, all the strong men in the backcourt changed their expressions. They couldn't believe that this guy was so arrogant. It was obvious that he didn't take them seriously.

Even the Emperor of the Tiansheng Dynasty, Liu Qingyun, couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and looked at the young man in front of him with some surprise.

With such an arrogant attitude, aren’t you afraid of being attacked by a crowd?

"Arrogant young man, do you really think that we cultivators are all soft persimmons? If I don't teach you a lesson, do you really think we are easy to bully?!"

A cold light flashed in the eyes of one of the powerful men in the semi-saint realm. He had lived for nearly hundreds of thousands of years and had never been despised like this.

If I don't teach Ye Qian'an a lesson today, I'm afraid I'll find it difficult to convince others in the future.

The strong men at the semi-saint and quasi-saint realm also looked at each other. They naturally understood that if they taught Ye Qian'an a lesson today, they would be ridiculed by the world if this got out.

"Young man, since you are so presumptuous, don't blame us for being rude. Let's get together and drive this guy out first. I don't believe that he, a mere early stage half-saint, can be a match for us veteran strongmen."

(End of this chapter)