You want this sword.

But this sword is mine.

You know the special features of this sword, but as the master of this sword, since I have this sword, don’t you know the special features of this sword?

This is the true meaning of Yan Xinlan's words.

Her people don’t look sharp and domineering, but these words are very domineering and make people feel sad.

"Is this Wen Guanyue strong?"

A voice of doubt kept ringing.

These voices come from ordinary people, those who are not spectators of practitioners.

Listening to their voices, many young talents who were tall and above all these ordinary people, but the young swordsmen were speechless, and many of them showed shy and ashamed expressions on their faces.

Many of them thought they were strong before.

However, in terms of true essence cultivation alone, most of them only have about three levels of cultivation. However, at this time, Wen Guanyue was able to control the flying sword, and was already above the mid-level level of the fifth level.

At most, only half of them can cultivate to the level above the mid-level of the fifth level in more than ten or even twenty years. The remaining half will take longer, or they will never be able to achieve such a level.

If you can reach the middle level of the fifth level, you can already become a worshiper in many powerful families.

Most practitioners in Changling cannot practice this level in their entire lives.

As for Yan Xinlan just broke through the realm and had not been able to completely straighten the energy in her body, she competed in the battle and won directly, which was even greater.

Wang Jingmeng was just standing there quietly at this time, looking like his injuries had not yet healed. However, he was just standing there quietly, and all these young talents already knew what he wanted to express.

There is really more than one Wang Jingmeng in Bashan Sword Field.

"I lost."

Wen Guanyue took a deep breath, and he spit out these three words with difficulty, then lowered his head and bowed to Yan Xinlan.

His attitude reminded many people of the bets of this battle itself.

Many people's mouths are even more bitter.

Even such a talented practitioner must be with Yan Xinlan for three years?

...

"You seem to care about it."

In the palace of Changling, on the bed filled with the fragrance of medicine, the emperor looked at Ying Wu, who was sitting under the desk not far from his bed, and then his eyes fell on the opened files in front of Ying Wu. With a slightly ironic meaning, he slowly said: "What else is there that is more important than the matter in this file?"

Ying Wu was slightly stunned, lowered his head apologetically, and explained Pinghe: "I just remembered that there was a grand event in the Dead River outside Changling City today."

"The people in Bashan Sword Field compare swords, which makes you pay more attention to these things?" The emperor looked at Ying Wu with a strange look. He saw that Ying Wu today is very different from the past. It was not because of his attitude towards him, but because he seemed more confident than usual.

His brows slowly frowned and then said, "Or, you have guessed this matter long ago, so it's not surprising at all?"

Ying Wu still looked respectful, but he just nodded and didn't say much.

"Aren't you afraid?" The emperor was really surprised. He looked at Ying Wu with peace and freedom and felt that he was different from usual, but in an instant, he realized that he had not really understood this son.

Ying Wu slowly raised his head and smiled bitterly: "It's useless to be afraid, so he is not afraid."

The emperor looked straight into his pupils, and a deep coldness appeared in his eyes. With the heavy majesty that had not appeared for a long time, his voice was also a little cold: "Since you guessed it, don't you blame me, the father?"

"You are the emperor of the Great Qin Dynasty. Since you are an emperor, you cannot be equal to an ordinary person." Ying Wu bowed again and said calmly: "You are concerned about the country and the emperor is ruthless, so you are talking about this principle."

The emperor on the sickbed had already straightened up, as if he was about to get angry, but listening to such words, he did not feel any anger in his heart, and he felt even more surprised.

, complex emotions emerged in his eyes.

He was silent for several breaths and said, "It seems that I have always underestimated you and misread you."

Ying Wu smiled and said, "It's not too late."

The emperor pondered for a moment and said, "It seems that you have prepared for a long time. Since you understand the truth about the emperor's ruthlessness, if you really can accomplish something, it would be natural for you to become the master of the Great Qin Dynasty."

Ying Wu lowered his head, without saying anything, nor with pride.

This is a real recognition, but the dragon throne is not easy to obtain, and such recognition seems to have come too late.

The emperor is ruthless, so he certainly understands this truth.

As the father and son explained this truth, the distance between him and his father on the bed became instantly far away.

But the emperor on the bed didn't care.

After sitting on the dragon throne for a long time, he has experienced too many cruel things, and has long been truly cold-blooded and knows how to abandon emotions he shouldn't have.

He just asked again lightly, "What are you going to do?"

Ying Wu said very simply: "Go with the flow."

However, the emperor on the bed suddenly thought of something, and a strange light flashed in his turbid eyes, "I am worthy of being my son. It turns out that you have been with the people from Bashan Sword Field."

"Walking with the flow, the people's hearts are the water of the river. They can carry boats and cover the boats." Ying Wu nodded and said, "The sword in Bashan Sword Field, Wang Jingmeng's revenge is what the people want."

The emperor on the bed laughed.

He truly appreciated Ying Wu at this time.

If you appreciate it, you will feel at ease.

"Reform is my wish. Since you have said the ruthless words of the emperor, you naturally understand that this reform is more important than any of my sons."

He smiled and waved his hand to Ying Wu, indicating that Ying Wu could leave, which was also his sincere blessing: "I hope you can really do it. In the future, in history books, you will be a more glorious emperor than me."

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