Chapter 443 Sword Post!

The emperor's tower, ninety-nine times in the world, up and down to support the earth. The ape of the tower tower towers high into the sky, covered with clouds and fog, and there is no end.

Outside the tower, it is still shadowy and can be called a sea of people.

Time has passed like water. Since the day when Ye Qingyan and the five people entered the Emperor's Tower, it has been more than a month. The other four people have already left the Emperor's Tower, but Ye Qingyan is still unappeared.

Everyone is looking forward to it. They all want to know where Ye Qingyan can go, and there is still no trace of it today. That is to say, he is still breaking into the tower, but what weight can he break through and what weight can he break through?

This is the answer that many people want to know.

Today, the rising sun has not risen, the east has become whiter, and there has been a touch of red light between the sea and the sky.

"Boom!"

Everyone outside the tower was shocked. What's the matter? Why did the emperor's tower suddenly tremble?

No sign!

"Wo!"

At the moment when the emperor's tower trembled, a purple light shot out of the emperor's tower, and a green shirt slowly emerged under the tower.

It is Ye Qingyan.

"I don't know how many days have passed?"

Ye Qingyan's eyes swept all over the world, sharp and brilliant. He suddenly frowned and muttered that there was no concept of time in the imperial tower. He had been going through the tower, and he was extremely vague about how much time he had passed in the outside world.

"Never mind, let's go back to Ziyang Chamber of Commerce first!"

Ye Qingyan's eyes condensed and said to himself that although she didn't know how long it had been, it must have been a short time. Ziyan must be anxious. She went back to report her safety first and then said something else.

"Wo!"

He shook his body, turned into a purple sword light and disappeared in an instant, shooting at the Ziyang Chamber of Commerce.

"Who was that just now and where did it come from?"

"It seems that... emerged from the Emperor's Tower!"

"Imperial Tower, how is it possible? ! No, is it Ye Qingyan? Counting the time, he has been in the emperor's tower for a long time and should come out!"

"Blue shirt and silver hair, it seems to be Ye Qingyan!"

"Is it really him? He finally came out of the tower, and I don't know whether he broke the record of those predecessors?

"Don't worry, you will always know!"

"Why?"

"Now that Yangzhou is full of wind and clouds, young talents are gathered. Some people want to know more than us what he has broken into. It will not be long before the news comes out!"

......

When Ye Qingyan just appeared, the people outside the tower were shocked and did not react. It was not until Ye Qingyan left that he suddenly became clear, and then there was a lot of noise and competition to argue.

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Ziyang Business League, Ziyuan.

Ziyuan is the courtyard where Ziyan lives. It is not big, but it has all the internal organs. There is a lake of clear water in the northwest corner. All kinds of precious foreign beasts in the lake swim happily. The lakeside are green trees, weeping willows fluttering, rockery, mountains and water, which are intertwined with each other, which can be called a wonderful place.

There is an extremely exquisite purple bamboo pavilion on the shore of the Bishui Lake. At this moment, there are two graceful figures sitting opposite each other with the faint morning light.

"On the peak of the young generation of Sword Mountain will be held three days later. If he hasn't returned by that time, it will be a joke!"

The girl in red dress suddenly opened her mouth, and her voice was quite crisp and pleasant, but the worry in her tone could not be concealed.

The girl in red dress is Ziyue, sitting opposite her. Naturally, it is her sister, Ziyan.

"I don't know how he is now?" Ziyan was worried that although the imperial tower had never hurt the lives of the tower, there were exceptions to everything. Ye Qingyan had not returned for a long time, so there was no room for Ziyan not to worry.

"Sister, don't worry!"

Although Ziyue was also a little worried, she still comforted her sister: "The rules of the emperor's tower will not be easily broken. Besides, Ye Qingyanfu's life is great, and the winds and waves have been broken. How can he capsized in the small sewer?"

Ziyan smiled bitterly. How could she not understand these principles? But for women who fall into emotional whirlpools, their IQ will always decline a lot.

Seeing a touch of purple light in the sky, the beautiful eyes of the purple moon suddenly lit up and said, "I'll be back soon!"

Zi Yan suddenly became happy and suddenly got up.

"Wo!"

The purple light cut through the void, and a green shirt emerged in an instant.

"Sister Ziyan!"

Ye Qingyan smiled at the corners of his mouth and walked towards Ziyan with strong joy in her beautiful eyes.

"Are you... okay?"

Ziyan looked at Ye Qingyan seriously and was relieved to see that there was no damage to him. Then she seemed to think of something. She looked tight and asked urgently.

Ye Qingyan was slightly stunned, and then suddenly smiled and said, "It's as safe as before. Sister Ziyan can rest assured!"

Although this trip to the Emperor's Tower was full of twists and turns, he really didn't suffer much injury. Moreover, in order to avoid Ziyan's worry, even if she was injured, she could not say it directly. What's more, he still told the truth and was naturally righteous.

Zi Yan breathed a sigh of relief, "As long as it's not hurt!"

The three walked to the Zizhu Pavilion. When Ziyan explored Ye Qingyan's injury, Ziyue's eyes flashed and poured tea for each of them. The tea fragrance curled around her nose. The fragrant smell made Ye Qingyan's spirit involun't help but cheer up.

Ye Qingyan picked up the teacup, blew gently, the water rippled, raised the glass, raised his head, and drank it all.

"Woth girl Ziyue, what did you seem to have promised me?"

Ye Qingyan put down the teacup, stared at the purple moon, and suddenly smiled, with a sense of narrowness in his eyes.

"What did I promise you?" Ziyue pretended to be stupid, and her smooth little face was full of confusion.

Ye Qingyan raised his eyebrows and said, "Woman, if you don't believe, you won't stand. If you can't do what you promised me, then I'll follow in the future. You can don't blame me for not keeping my promise!"

Ziyue's face changed, and then squeezed out a smile on her face and said angrily, "Well, Brother Qingyan, it's Ziyue's mistake. Please forgive me!"

Under the emperor's tower, Ziyue once said that if Ye Qingyan safely walked out of the emperor's tower, he would call him pleasant. Ye Qingyan naturally did not forget.

"If you know your mistakes, you can correct them, but you can't be good!" Ye Qingyan nodded with a smile and looked approving.

Ziyue rolled her eyes, um, very cute.

Ziyan saw the two quarrel and looked aside. Her beautiful eyes were soft. This warm feeling was like her family. She liked it very much and what she had always longed for, but at this moment... was close at hand.

"Yes!" Ziyan suddenly opened her mouth. She took out the sword post and said, "This is the sword post sent by the Sword Villa. I invite you to participate in the peak sword of the young generation held by the Sword Villa three days later!"

"On the sword?"

Ye Qingyan raised his eyebrows, took the sword post, read it for a moment, and pondered, "Isn't there a lot of genius swordsmen?"

The so-called sword post is naturally invited by swordsmen in the world, and they are young generations of famous swordsmen. In such a scene, Ye Qingyan, who is obsessed with swords, will naturally not be absent.

"I'm afraid I'll meet a lot of old friends..."

Ye Qingyan secretly said in his heart that the descendants of the six strongest swordsmanships may all appear in the world. In addition, if other talented swordsmen of the young generation can gather together, it will be a great swordsmanship.

"It's not just a swordsman!"

Ziyue curled her lips and said, "A lot of heroes have come, and some outstanding figures have arrived!"

"Knife?"

Ye Qingyan narrowed his dark eyes and played with the taste: "So, it's not easy to talk about swords this time?"

At the swordsman party, the swordsmen also came to join in the fun, which must be malicious.

Swords and swords are the two most mainstream blades in the world, with the largest number of users and the most extensive, but few of them can use them well.

So real swordsmen and swordsmen are always extremely rare, Liao Ruoxingchen.

The confrontation between swordsmen and swordsman has never been interrupted since ancient times. From ancient times, the competition between swordsmen and swordsmans has never disappeared, but has become more and more intense.

Therefore, when a swordsman came, they naturally did not come to congratulate them.

"I'm afraid you will be provoked a lot!" Ziyue squeezed her lips and smiled, her eyebrows bent, and smiled like a little fox. No matter how she looked at it, it had a cunning meaning.

"The last thing I'm not afraid of is provocation!"

Ye Qingyan smiled and said that now he has broken into the realm of high-level kings. He is almost invincible in the realm of kings. What are you afraid of?

He believes that no matter how evil those peers are, no one can have broken into the realm of the emperor, and the peak king is the limit.

Ye Qingyan is confident that even if those people are also a generation of heroes, even if they are one level worse than them, they will not be inferior!

From ancient times to now, the most talented people have fought, and he has long been afraid of others, only a strong sense of war.

At this moment, Ye Qingyan suddenly raised his head, his eyes suddenly brightened, and muttered, "I didn't expect them to arrive."

"Haha, Xiaoba!"

Like thunder and lightning, the two figures cut through the void and came together.