Xuanxia

Chapter 785 Three Conditions
As originally expected, the opening ceremony of the Xuanmeng Grand Ceremony with grand speeches and cheers from the crowd did not exist.

But instead, there were thousands and thousands of people in Xuanmeng Square who were full of enthusiasm!

After Fu Qingzhou asked who was willing to go on stage, the crowd suddenly became restless.

The crowd rushed towards the platform. Everyone wanted to be the first, fearing that the person in front would become the sword master first and they would lose the chance.

Seeing that a stampede or even a large-scale fight was about to occur, Fu Qingzhou immediately spoke slowly.

"Everyone, don't worry. There are also some requirements for going on stage to test the sword."

After this sentence was spoken, the crowd immediately became much quieter.

They raised their heads and looked at Fu Qingzhou eagerly.

"First of all, friends below the seventh realm, don't rush to try it."

As soon as Fu Qingzhou opened his mouth, a large basin of cold water was poured down: "After all, we are facing two powerful enemies of the Xuan Star level, and a group of enemies whose depth is unknown. If our realm is not high enough, it will be very difficult for us to drive the divine sword, and it will be difficult for us to lead the Xuan League."

For a moment, a large number of sighs were heard from the crowd.

In the martial arts world, the fifth and sixth realms are the dividing line, which can eliminate almost 80% to 90% of the people.

Compressing the internal energy into true energy in the Dantian is a simple task for those with great talents, but for most practitioners, it is an insurmountable obstacle, not to mention reaching the seventh realm.

"Ah, that's right. He hasn't even reached the seventh realm yet, so how can he be the leader of the Xuan League... I'm overthinking it."

"Wow, is it too late for me to go into seclusion and break through now? Brothers, make way. I'll go into seclusion first while you guys try!"

“What a pity…what a pity…”

Although everyone sighed, they soon quieted down.

In the small building, King Xishuo let out a sigh of relief.

"Uncle?" Zhao Xia turned his head and looked at him.

"Listen to what he has to say." King Xishuo said calmly, "Since we are here, I will definitely try the ritual sword."

"Yes." Zhao Xia nodded.

Under the stage, the young woman next to Yuan Zizhen was anxious: "Father, what should I do? I don't have the seventh realm!"

"Ugh……"

Yuan Zizhen sighed deeply: "If that's the case, I can only try it for my father."

"Father, you?!" the young woman was shocked.

Yuan Zizhen smiled and said, "Don't be surprised. After all, my father was also a student of the Sword Academy..."

Let’s not talk about the disturbances in the audience. On the stage, Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, “The second one is much simpler. Friends who come on stage need to state their names, teachers, and backgrounds clearly. People with unknown backgrounds and identities are not allowed to test the sword.”

As soon as these words were spoken, there was a chorus of responses from the audience.

This is a very reasonable request. You are planning to compete for the position of leader of Xuanmeng, but your origin and identity are unknown? How can you convince others?
"As for the last point."

Fu Qingzhou said softly: "It can't be said to be a threshold, but a requirement - if the friend who comes up has served in the court, it's fine, but if not, then once you become a sword master, you must become a member of the Mingjian Pavilion."

"Ah?" As soon as these words were spoken, there was another round of surprised and doubtful voices from the audience.

Someone couldn't help but blurt out: "What if I become the leader of Xuanmeng League? Do I have to be a member of Mingjian Pavilion?"

"Haha, I know you all like freedom. Actually, I do too."

Fu Qingzhou stood with his hands behind his back, pacing beside the three magic swords: "Don't worry, this move is not to make the new sword master or the leader of the Xuan League available for others to send. On the contrary, he will obtain a special envoy status similar to mine. He usually has no tasks, but can call on the power and resources of the Mingjian Pavilion to a certain extent..."

As soon as he said this, the doubts from the audience immediately faded away.

But Ning Wuwang was shocked. He looked at Ning Wushu and asked in surprise, "Did his father make such a promise to him?"

"No."

Ning Wushu shook his head: "I'm sure, no."

Ning Wuwang paused and said in a hoarse voice: "Then, how dare he?"

"Mingjian Pavilion has never belonged to my father." Ning Wushu tilted his head and looked at him: "Brother, if it wasn't my father who agreed to this, someone else would have agreed to it."

"Your Majesty?" Ning Wuwang was stunned.

Ning Wushu said nothing more and turned his gaze back to the platform: "Now, you and I may be able to guess who is supporting Qingzhou in all these seemingly ridiculous plans."

On the stage, Fu Qingzhou finished stating the three conditions and smiled again: "How about it? Now, who wants to go on stage and give it a try?"

This time, after a brief silence, a loud shout immediately rang out from the crowd. "Hahahaha, let me try!"

The shout sounded very familiar, and then a strong and tall old man jumped out from the crowd. It was Wu Yue!

He landed on the platform with a loud bang and bowed to Fu Qingzhou with a flushed face.

"It turned out to be Senior Wu Yue."

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "Please introduce yourself to the fellow martial artists?"

"Do I need an introduction?"

Wu Yue turned to the audience and patted his chest vigorously: "I, Wu Yue, from Shu, opened a cave! Is there anyone who doesn't recognize me?"

There was a burst of laughter from the audience.

This old senior has a bad temper and is quite capable. Although he is from Shu, he has always been famous in the Central Plains. Now that he has broken through to the cave realm, naturally everyone knows him.

There are only a few powerful people in the Cave Heaven Realm in the entire Dayan. It won’t take much time to read out each name from the beginning to the end. Who wouldn’t recognize them?
"Okay, Senior Wu Yue."

Fu Qingzhou took a step back: "Three magic swords, which one do you want to try?"

“Try all three!” Wu Yue swung his arms and was about to grab the nearest sword.

"Eh--"

Fu Qingzhou quickly stretched out his hand to stop him, and said with a smile: "Old senior, I forgot to say that if you are not the sword master, once you touch the magic sword, you will be injured by the magic sword - so, you can only try it once."

"what?"

Wu Yue was startled: "Will he be seriously injured?"

"That's not the case." Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "But if I try three swords in a row, I'm afraid my hand will be crippled."

"..."

Wu Yue was silent.

Not only him, but many people in the audience who were eager to try also fell silent.

So, you can only try one?

After a moment of silence, Wu Yue sighed, "Then I'll try the sword of benevolence. As for courtesy, I'm full of foul language, I don't have any of that. As for wisdom, I know myself, I can't rely on it at all, so I'll try the sword of benevolence!"

As he said that, he came to Ren Jian, stretched out his hand and grabbed it!
In an instant, the entire Xuanmeng venue was silent.

Everyone's eyes were drawn to Wu Yue and the sword.

But this silence didn't last long.

Less than a breath later, a white light like a lotus suddenly bloomed from the Ren Sword. It was soft and gentle, and no one could feel its violence and ferocity. Even Fu Qingzhou, who was standing very close on the high platform, only had his hair gently blown.

But Wu Yue screamed and was shocked by the white light and took several steps back!
Then he lowered his head and looked at the palm of his hand.

A bloody mess.

"Old Senior Wu Yue."

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "Go down and bandage it quickly."

"Fuck it." Wu Yue cursed in dissatisfaction: "I have done good things all my life and I am very kind, okay! How dare you not recognize me? You don't know my worth!"

After saying that, he shook his sleeves and walked off the stage angrily, causing a burst of laughter.

As soon as he stepped down from the stage, a middle-aged man came up on stage.

"Master Fu, I am Shi Zecheng, a casual cultivator at the eighth level of martial arts, from Ninghang, Jiangnan. Can I give it a try?"

He bowed respectfully to Fu Qingzhou.

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "Of course you can."

This Shi Zecheng slowly walked towards the ceremonial sword.

On the other side, in the small building, King Xishuo had stood up.

"Let's go."

He said slowly: "Let them make a fuss for now... It's time for me to go get the sword."

(End of this chapter)