53: Yin Zhiping wants to withdraw from the competition

“You tell me, am I worthy of being his Revered Master?”

At this moment, Li Luo.

No longer concealing his sharpness, his pure and extraordinary figure was like a divine sword soaring through the heavens, so dazzling that people dared not look directly at him.

The First Sword Enforcement Elder of Qinghe Sect, his face was as ugly as if he had eaten three catties of feces.

Super Epiphany, Peak Sword Intent, the heavens and earth as a backdrop to evolve the Dao of Sword.

What kind of Sword Dao Prodigy is this young man in front of him, no, he is a Sword Dao Divine Demon!

“Could it be that he possesses the Ten Thousand Paths Divine Sword Body, ranked third on the Supreme Celestial Body Ranking?!”

Suddenly.

A bold thought popped into Sword Unbinding’s mind.

However, it sent a shiver down his spine.

Immediately, he rejected it.

What kind of peerless Prodigy would that be?

That is a terrifying Physique capable of contending with ancient Great Emperors!

Moreover, what made him extremely frustrated was that Li Luo gave him an endlessly sharp feeling, yet he could not see through anything about the young man.

But, no matter what, if this young man in front of him was said to be unworthy of teaching Sword Dust.

Then, no one present would be worthy!

“Your Excellency, you are… you are worthy!”

Sword Unbinding said bitterly.

Because, just now, Li Luo briefly displayed his cultivation Realm, and it turned out that, like him, he had already entered the Grandmaster Realm Eighth Stage.

His Realm was the same as his, but he completely crushed him in Sword Dao; it could be said that Li Luo could defeat him with a mere flick of his hand.

Although he was unwilling to admit it, the reality was this cruel.

If he were facing an old Sword Dao monster.

He would have accepted it, but he was facing a young man.

It was outrageous.

He felt like he had lived his many years in vain.

“Hiss!”

Hearing this, the surrounding Cultivators all gasped.

The First Sword Enforcement Elder of Qinghe Sect, Sword Unbinding, had bowed his head.

Many Sword Cultivators looked at Li Luo with glistening eyes of worship.

“Haha, where’s that guy named Old Eight who said he was going to eat three catties of feces? Don’t run!”

“I’m different.”

Among the Cultivators, they all searched for Old Eight.

At that time, the staunch simpleton who had sworn to join the feces-eating army quickly distanced himself.

Without a doubt.

That young man in green robes had shown his talent through his actions.

And it also confirmed a statement from Sword Dust, who possessed the Aotian Sword Body.

His Revered Master’s talent surpassed his by a hundredfold!

At this moment, Li Luo also touched his nose.

Showing off seemed to have gone a bit too far.

How did he become the brightest cub in the whole place?

Just at this moment, Sword Unbinding was about to leave in embarrassment.

“Stop.”

Suddenly, a cold voice came out.

It was from Li Luo.

“Just leaving like that? Do you take me, Li Luo, for a soft persimmon to be kneaded at will?!”

Whoosh.

When Li Luo’s words fell, many Cultivators present had sparkling eyes.

So domineering?

“What do you want?”

Sword Unbinding looked at the handsome young man in front of him, as if he was not facing a young man, but a Sword Dao giant.

Because.

At this moment, Li Luo’s Sword Dao had been elevated to the Peak of Heaven Rank, so just a slight display of Sword Dao aura was enough to suppress Sword Cultivators.

This was the terror of Peak Heaven Rank Sword Intent!

“Nothing, just take one of my moves!”

Swish.

As soon as Li Luo’s words fell.

He pointed a finger out.

“Ah!”

Sword Unbinding roared, because this sword light from a single finger put too much pressure on him, making him somewhat unable to resist.

Clang.

In the end, he was finally able to draw the sword in his hand.

However, a trickle of blood flowed down from his brow.

“You’ve been hit by a wisp of my Sword Intent. If you cannot overcome it, your Sword Dao will never advance a single inch for the rest of your life!”

Li Luo said lightly.

With a bitter smile.

Sword Unbinding turned and left. At this moment, he seemed to have aged a lot, his back filled with desolation.

However.

No one sympathized with him; after all, he was the one who provoked first.

The cruelty of the Cultivation World was that he was not killed because he had the Qinghe Sect backing him.

And Li Luo breaking Sword Unbinding’s Sword Dao heart undoubtedly offended the Qinghe Sect.

However, this made many Sword Cultivators even more worshipful.

Sword Cultivators must be indomitable and invincible.

In the distance, on the spectator stand, Sword Without Trace awoke from his enlightenment and glanced at the dejected Sword Unbinding.

His heart felt extremely comfortable.

He had company in his misfortune.

“Thank Your Excellency, Revered Master of Sword Dao!”

“Thank Your Excellency, Revered Master of Sword Dao!”

...

Suddenly, some Sword Cultivators shouted at Li Luo.

With someone leading, the entire Qinghe Grand Competition venue, tens of thousands of Sword Cultivators, in waves higher than waves, passionately thanked Li Luo.

Without a doubt.

Previously, Li Luo’s Epiphany and Breakthrough to the Peak of Heaven Rank Sword Intent had attracted heavenly phenomena, and they were the beneficiaries.

And as Sword Cultivators.

They should uphold purity and be clear about grievances and favors.

Although, for Li Luo, it was unintentional.

But for them, it was the grace of guidance from a Revered Master of a single word.

Therefore, the Sword Cultivators present thanked Li Luo.

Moreover, the Dao is not easily transmitted, and they would always remember Li Luo’s kindness.

“You are too kind, everyone.”

Li Luo cupped his fists and chuckled lightly.

He was not an introvert, nor did he have social anxiety. Since he could gain the goodwill of so many Sword Cultivators, he naturally would not refuse.

[Ding, congratulations, Little Master, you have triggered a hidden teaching mission. Reward: Sword Domain Prototype!]

Suddenly.

In Li Luo’s mind, the System’s voice rang out.

What the heck?

Li Luo was practically beaming with joy. This works too?

There’s even a hidden plot?

Awesome.

Immediately, the young man happily clicked open his attribute panel.

[Name]: Li Luo.

[Bloodline]: None.

[Physique]: Chaotic Divine Demon Body, Ten Thousand Paths Divine Sword Body.

[Luck]: Low Grade.

[Charm]: Medium Grade.

[Realm]: Grandmaster Eight Stage.

[Divine Ability]: Earth Shrinking, Three Heads and Six Arms, Incarnation.

[Skills]: Sword Domain Prototype, Nine Leaf Sword Grass (Treasure Art - Incomplete), Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin, Great River Swordplay (Three Arts Fusion), Netherworld Ghost Fire, Qi Concealment Technique, Ghost Subduing Art, Qi Observation Technique, etc.

[Professions]: Formation Master, Alchemist, Spirit Talisman Master.

“Hmm, the power of Sword Domain should be the next level after Sword Intent. I just don’t know how powerful it is!”

Li Luo appeared calm on the surface, but in reality, he was almost cheering and jumping with joy in his heart.

This wave, a huge profit!

“Revered Master, you are simply too handsome!”

Not far away, Ji Yue’er’s fair and tender hands were placed on her swelling chest, her eyes overflowing with brilliant light.

Pop.

Suddenly, Xiao Hu felt as if something had broken.

A warm current flowed within her body.

[Ding, congratulations, Little Master, your disciple Ji Yue’er has broken through to the Innate Eighth Stage Realm. Reward: One Hundred Years of Cultivation Infusion!]

[Ding, triggered a tenfold critical strike, One Thousand Years of Cultivation Infusion!]

[Do you wish to claim?]

Before Li Luo could react.

He glanced at Ji Yue’er, who was enveloped in Spiritual Qi, and whose delicate body was even surrounded by Spiritual Qi butterflies and flowers.

Immediately, his heart was even more joyful.

Yue’er Baby’s good fortune has arrived.

At the first opportunity, Li Luo did not choose to claim it.

After all, he had caused too much of a sensation just now. If he were to claim the One Thousand Years of Cultivation Infusion.

Although this One Thousand Years of Cultivation Infusion was calculated based on a normal Genius’s thousand years, it was still absolutely terrifying.

He had been low-key today, how could he be even more low-key?

He would reflect on himself three times a day, and not get carried away.

At this moment, on the high spectator stand, Wan Qingliu’s face was gloomy, his eyes flickering with cold light.

He should have been the Dominator of this competition.

However, the limelight seemed to have been stolen by someone.

Also looking displeased was Yin Zhiping of Chang Sheng Sect.

“Revered Master, I... I’m about that Ji Yue’er... I... I want to withdraw from the competition!”

Yin Zhiping broke out in a cold sweat. That beauty’s Revered Master was simply too fierce; he was scared to death.