C176 A Cool Entrance Ego Worked Very Hard

There was already a huge crowd on the empty platform outside the Sword Dance Plain. Over ten thousand disciples were gathered together, creating a huge scene.

"Ah! Look, who is that!" Several disciples of the Qionghua cried out in shock. They all looked towards the horizon.

The moonlight shone brightly. The moon was round and bright. The Qionghua Sect, which was located at the peak of the Kunlun Mountains, looked at the moon as if it could be touched by its tentacles. The pleasant moonlight was so alluring that it made people want to worship it.

In the middle of the huge moon, a figure wrapped in silver light was slowly flying over like a moon covered in stars. The figure was getting closer and closer, and the figure was getting bigger and bigger. From afar, it looked like an immortal who had flown out of the moon.

When he got closer, all the disciples exclaimed once again.

"So beautiful!"

"What kind of movement technique is this, to actually have such a wondrous effect, truly wonderful to the extreme!" All the male disciples revealed looks of envy.

A female disciple of Qionghua Sect who had a confused look couldn't help but let out a love-struck exclamation, "This is amazing! There are actually so many butterflies surrounding him! Who is this man? How come I've never seen him before?!"

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The elders of Qionghua Sect pulled long faces when they heard the loud exclamations.

"Young man, since you are here, come down. Our competition can begin now!" Above Sword Dance Plain, there was a man standing in the air. He was Qing Yang of the Sword Dao Competition.

When these words came out, the surrounding disciples were in an uproar once again.

"Is that person Chen Tianming?"

"Wow, he's so handsome!"

"He seems to be about the same age as us!"

Such exclamations could be heard without end, causing the elders of Qionghua, who were in high positions, to feel a burning sensation on their faces.

Chen Tianming smiled and waved at the disciples below, showing no signs of coming to the death meeting.

He flew into the sky above the empty Sword Dance Plain and faced the floating Qingyang.

"Your disciples seem to have never seen such a cool entrance!" Chen Tianming said with a laugh.

"What's the use of looking good? It has to be practical. I never teach my disciples how to practice those flower racks!" Qing Yang's arrogant tone was like the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month.

"Hehe? Elder, are you saying that I only know how to put on airs?" Chen Tianming snorted disdainfully.

"What an eyesore! Could it be that he isn't a show-off?" Qingyang sneered.

"Hmph, hurry up and say what you want. I don't have time to waste!" Chen Tianming and Qingyang were truly at odds. They couldn't even say a few words before their words met.

"One of the paths of the sword is divided into three parts: Sword Cleansing. Forge the sword and fight the sword. Among these three parts, the Fighting Sword is the most respected. Sword washing was a prelude to forging swords, but this prelude was extremely important. It can also be said to be the soul of the sword, what is it used to wash... The degree of the washing depended on one's experience, the forging of swords. In layman terms, it was the soul of the sword that forged the sword. What was a sword's soul, a sword soul... The level of a sword soul directly affected the quality of a flying sword. The level of the sword... The fighting sword was respected, and the fighting sword was a sword. The quality of the sword... uses the sword to raise the sword." Qing Yang talked leisurely, his voice was like a Xu Jiya. It echoed in the sky above Sword Dance Plain for a long time, as if there was a loudspeaker. It spread his voice to the surrounding platforms.

The disciples in the open space around Sword Dance Plain fell silent as they quietly listened to Qing Yang explain the Dao of the Sword. Although they understood all of this, the words that came out of Qing Yang's mouth were like raindrops falling into their ears, causing their minds to wander.

... "I won't say anything else here. I believe that if you dare to compete with me in the Sword Dao, you must have some understanding as well." Qing Yang stared at Chen Tianming with sparkling eyes.

"Since you know that I understand, why are you still talking so much? Monk Tang? Be a little more straightforward,i don't want to be so troublesome. Let's directly compete for the final sword. I think... Your ultimate goal is only to fight with me in the sword. Since that's the case,i'll do as you wish. I'll show you what a supreme divine sword is!" Chen Tianming went straight to the point and flipped his right palm. The cloud of smoke appeared in his palm and was poured into his Spirit Power. Instantly, it turned into a three-foot-long ancient sword that glittered with silver light. It was blurry, and waves of mercury-like ripples rippled in the air.

Qing Yang's eyes lit up. "Good sword! How can there be such a wonderful sword in this world!? Can you let me have a look?"

"Are you dreaming? We are fighting with swords. Do you want to take it from me? " Chen Tianming said without any consideration for his feelings.

When the surrounding disciples saw the flying sword in Chen Tianming's hand being able to emit such divine might, they were shocked. Even the elders outside of Sword Dance Plain, including Su Ling, had their mouths wide open in shock.

Wuhua looked at Chen Tianming from afar and let out a soft sigh. "Sigh, fate is born and died, the wind is blowing and the wind is blowing. Looks like I, this old bones, will have to take action again!"

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Chen Tianming held the smoke in his hand and his eyes shone brightly. He looked at Qing Yang and said, "Qing Yang, put away your tricks, there is no need for you to continue pretending!"

Qing Yang smiled faintly and said meaningfully, "Why do you say that? Are you so anxious because you are afraid that I will cheat on you?" He paused for a moment. He glanced at Chen Tianming's face and continued with a smile, "But... Since you want to fight with me directly,i will naturally accompany you!" After saying that, he took out a shiny black dagger from his waist. He said, "This dagger is called 'Frost Sparrow'. It is a precious treasure left behind by the third generation ancestor of Qionghua. Today,i will take out this precious treasure as the prize. Look. Do you think it can be called the broken pieces of jade in your hand? "

Chen Tianming looked at the "Cold Sparrow Dagger" in Qing Yang's hand and sneered in disdain, "This kind of trash is also showing off his wealth. I wonder if your Qionghua is pretending to be poor, or if you are born with this level!" He raised his little finger and made a comparison.

In the open space outside the Sword Dance Plain, a large group of disciples saw Chen Tianming's action of showing his little finger to Qing Yang. They could not help but burst into an uproar. Some of the disciples even made some noise. In their opinion, Chen Tianming's action had already insulted the Qionghua. As disciples of the Qionghua, how could they not be angry?

Qing Yang's expression changed, and he suddenly shouted: "Chen Tianming, you dare to insult the patriarch of my sect? The few pieces of broken jade in your hand can only be considered top quality materials. Without refining them, even a pearl would not be able to emit light. The 'Frost Sparrow Dagger' that I took out is already a finished product of a top quality weapon."

Chen Tianming glanced at the 'Frost Sparrow Dagger' in Qing Yang's hand and said with a smile, "Alright. I don't care about these pieces of broken jade. After all, my master has a lot of them! " He turned his hand and took out the pieces of broken jade that emitted colorful lights. He threw the pieces of broken jade towards a mountain wall on the right side of Sword Dance Plain. The pieces of broken jade shot out in all directions. Like a few rainbow-colored shooting stars, they shot towards the mountain wall, which was originally pitch black. In an instant, it seemed to be decorated with a few rainbow-colored stars.

Chen Tianming had used the "Master" as a pretense to sound a drum in the ears of the Qionghua Sect, to let them know that he wasn't alone. There was even an unfathomable "Master" behind him.

Sure enough,qing Yang's expression turned serious. Even Su Ling, who was sitting in the Sword Dance Plain and looking at the scene, frowned. They couldn't help but be cautious for the people behind Chen Tianming. Who wouldn't know that the "Master" that Chen Tianming spoke of was already half dead?

Qing Yang also threw the "Frost Sparrow Dagger" towards the mountain wall. With a crisp clank, the "Frost Sparrow Dagger" completely sank into the wall, leaving only the ancient dagger handle exposed.

Su Ling, who was standing outside, gently raised her hand. The dozens of Golden Core Stage disciples standing in front of the crystal pillar immediately held their hands and pushed the Vital Spirit in their bodies into the crystal pillar. A blue and transparent light barrier enveloped the entire Sword Dance Plain.