Wang Quan Fugui had a look of defeat on his face. He lowered his head and stared at the long sword on his neck. His mind went blank. The speed he was proud of was defeated by Xie Ming's sword so easily.
Am I wrong?
Wang Quanfugui had some doubts that he was on the wrong path. Even if he failed, it shouldn't be so easy.
"You're too easy to see through!"
Ye Qian's voice came from not far away, seeming to tell the king where the wealth and power failed.
"Yes, no matter how fast you are, once you are seen through, it will only take one move to kill you!"
Xie Ming took back his long sword, put it back into its sheath, and echoed Ye Qian, not minding telling where the royal power and wealth were defeated.
"I see!"
Wang Quan Fugui is not an idiot. After hearing the explanations of the two people, he naturally understood where he failed.
To put it simply, the purpose of Wang Quan Fugui is too obvious. He has no moves and wins purely by speed. However, no matter how fast he is, he cannot be faster than his mental telepathy.
As fast as he is to the level of royal power and wealth, it is almost impossible to change his moves in an instant. Once someone sees through it, everything will fall into other people's rhythms. It is not a lie to kill him with just one move.
"I remember you!"
Wang Quanfugui didn't say anything unnecessary, took a deep look at Xie Ming, turned around and went back to the house.
The winner is the king and the loser is the loser. He is not one of those losers. He will find countless reasons for himself. If he loses, he will lose. He can just find his place next time.
"The little brother is really unreliable. He always causes trouble for the big brother. It's so worrying!"
Madoka sighed, glared dissatisfied at Wang Quanfugui who came back, scratched her nose and made a face.
That’s really embarrassing! Wang Quan Fugui’s mouth twitched, and he felt bad!
Being defeated by Xie Ming was not a happy one. The group of guests on the opposite side had just been taught a lesson, and there would be no one who would come out to provoke hatred without having a good eye. Unfortunately, he was careful and there was no one on the opposite side to boo him, but he was stabbed by his own teammate.
When Xiao Yuan said this about Wang Quan Fu Gui, I immediately felt that I was hit hard. I promised to comfort me with friendship and family. You were sent by the opposite party, right?
You are not as knowledgeable as a child! Wang Quan Fugui took a deep breath and told himself to hold back.
"I heard that Mr. Ye was ranked number 7 on the black list and had a glimpse of the head of Yusheng, the seventh great power in the Tao realm. Xie admired him very much and asked Mr. Ye for advice!"
Xie Ming, the sword-wielding master, loudly invited Ye Qian by the window to leave in person.
"What should I do, Madoka? I feel like it's boring to fight back and forth just to gain fame!"
Ye Qian had a headache after hearing this. This guy came to ask for advice and challenge openly and defeated the king, power and wealth. It didn't seem good to not accept it, but if he accepted it, he felt that he was doing something quite boring and boring.
"Then let's be practical. Just want to challenge big brother with empty words. How can such a good thing happen? There is no benefit if you win. If you lose..." Xiao Yuan shook her head, looking like she was at a disadvantage, and paused here.
He said seriously, "Although big brother won't lose, if you don't win anything, you will lose!"
"What Xiaoyuan said makes sense!" Ye Qian nodded and looked like he agreed. He turned to Xie Ming and said, "You heard it too. It's not impossible to give me some advice, but why do you think I'm so idle?
Well, if everyone comes to me and asks me for advice, will I still be able to practice?"
"What do you want to bet on, Mr. Ye?"
Xie Ming, the sword-wielding master, felt a little stuck. He said that giving him advice was just a humble way of saying it. Ye Qian was too shameless, and he used it to bully people, which was especially shameless.
It's just that Xie Ming's purpose of coming here is not very pure. Naturally, he has the idea of stepping on Ye Qian, who has won Quan Yusheng's head, to get the upper hand. Therefore, he has to accept Ye Qian's proposal even if he doesn't accept it.
There seems to be nothing to bet on!
Ye Qian was a little speechless. To put it bluntly, what kind of fortune could these hard-working casual cultivators who joined the Snow Country Young Lord's Mansion for their salary have? He, Ye Qian's eighth-grade alchemy master, was worth a few blocks ahead of them.
"Are there any top-notch artifacts?"
Ye Qian asked tentatively, bets other than this level are indeed meaningless.
"No!"
The corners of Xie Ming's mouth twitched slightly and he rejected it. The long sword in his hand was only a mid-level artifact. He got it from a mission in the Young Master's Mansion. He has never seen what a top-level artifact looks like.
"Are there any eighth-grade or ninth-grade elixirs or prescriptions?"
Ye Qian was a little disappointed, turned around and asked expectantly.
"No!"
Xie Ming, the master holding the sword, had a dull look on his face. Are you stupid? If I don't keep the eighth-grade and ninth-grade elixirs for myself, why would I stay and make a bet with you?
"Then do you have any skills that are above the seventh level of the Peeping Dao Realm?"
Ye Qian sighed, it didn't matter if he didn't have elixirs or artifacts, he could learn from some better techniques.
"No!"
Xie Ming, the master holding the sword, took a deep breath. If I had time, I would come to the Young Master's Mansion to learn the blood pool magic technique. Who are you? Can you tell me something reliable?
"So poor!" Xiao Yuan pouted, looking at Xie Ming with eyes full of pity.
Hold it, you must hold it! Xie Ming feels like someone has stabbed him in the heart several times. If I am not poor, how can I sell myself to the young master's house? How can we be friends even if we are tough? Why are you pretending? You are so rich, why bother?
Come to the Young Master's Mansion as a guest and compete with poor people like us!
"Then I don't know what to bet on!"
Ye Qian shook his head in disappointment. In fact, what you need most is the quota token for the Gate of Heaven, but you don't even have these relatively easy-to-obtain good things, and naturally you can't count on the more precious ones.
"It sounds like Young Master Ye has the same things!"
I'm really sorry that you don't have this! Xie Ming wanted to vomit blood, but the heart he had been holding back finally couldn't hold it back, and he choked Ye Qian.
"This is the eighth-grade pure blood elixir!"
Ye Qian glanced at Xie Ming in surprise, took out a porcelain bottle containing elixirs from his storage ring, and did not speak in public, but only sent a message to Xie Ming.
The elixir was obtained through elixir refining in the Wang Quan family. Before he came to the Snow Country, he thought that the Snow Country was also practicing the Blood Pond Magic Skill and there must be a market for pure blood elixirs, so he refined some more and kept them for later use.
Eighth-grade pure blood elixir!
Xie Ming stared blankly at the porcelain bottle in Ye Qian's hand. He had certainly heard of pure blood pills, but seventh-grade pure-blood pills were as precious as ordinary eighth-grade pills. The young master's mansion now only has one seventh-grade pure blood pill.
Dan, he has coveted it for a long time, but the credit for redeeming it is so great that no one has been able to redeem it yet.
"If Young Master Ye thinks highly of it, Xie will put pressure on himself and bet on this game!"
Xie Ming didn't hesitate at all, and a flash of determination flashed in his eyes. He really didn't have anything good. The eighth-grade pure blood pill was enough for him to risk everything for this time.
If he wins, everyone will be happy. If he loses, but he completely sells himself to Ye Qian, he still has a chance to get the pure blood pill. For a casual cultivator like him, selling himself to anyone is not selling. The great opportunity is here, how can he miss it.
"You are so decisive!"
There was a hint of appreciation in Ye Qian's eyes, and a hint of joy in his heart. The fish took the bait, and it was not in vain for him to expose the eighth-grade pure blood elixir.
When Wang Quanfugui said that he was not familiar with the Young Master's Mansion, Ye Qian planned to conquer a local cultivator who was familiar with the environment and had certain connections.
Xie Ming was born as a casual cultivator. He accumulated merits all the way from the third-class guest minister to the first-class guest minister. He had a good cultivation level, had certain connections and status, and his background was not deep. More importantly, Ye Qian had what he needed and perfectly met the requirements.
The second- and third-class guests did not hear Ye Qian's message and did not know that Ye Qian had brought out the eighth-grade pure-blood elixir. They were all dumbfounded when they simply heard that Xie Ming was betting on himself to challenge Ye Qian.
"Young Master Xie, it's not worth it!" A guest hurriedly ran to Xie Ming to stop him.
"Thank you, Mr. Sir, don't be joking!" A guest said with a stern expression.
"Thank you, Mr. Xie, you can't. We were wrong. Don't do this!" Youkeqing looked regretful.
"It's not like we are bound to lose, Mr. Xie will win!" A guest cheered Xie Ming, and seemed to be very optimistic about Xie Ming.
"That's right, Mr. Xie will definitely win. If you grow up with other people's ambitions, your own prestige will be destroyed!" A guest minister agreed.
"You are really crazy, don't you think it's a big deal to just watch the excitement? Your feelings are not your fault!" A visitor was furious.
"That's enough. Why do you need to teach me what I do? I can just watch it!"
Xie Ming snorted coldly and scolded the second- and third-class guests to disperse. In front of the eighth-grade pure-blood elixir, he didn't bother to care whether these people were genuine or fake. He just felt that the noise was a headache.
It has nothing to do with other people's decisions. Winning or losing is his own business, so there is no need for others to discuss it.
"Please give me some advice, Mr. Ye!"
Xie Ming solemnly extended an invitation to Ye Qian again. He must have been more sincere than last time. No matter for the sake of the eighth-grade pure blood elixir or for the sake of his future, Xie Mingtuo would not allow him to relax this time.
"Why do you use a sword?"
Ye Qian came out of the back room, stood three feet away from Xie Ming with a slight smile, and asked Xie Ming the same question.
"Twenty years ago, I was loyal to the sword. Then ten years ago, I was the sword. Now, the only thing I have is the sword!"
When Xie Ming heard this, the ethereal feeling appeared in his eyes again. He lowered his head and looked at the sword in his hand, and answered Ye Qian for a long time.
Only sword? Ye Qian chewed these words carefully. If a person only has sword, he would be really sad and respectable.
"Did you hear that you used a knife?" Xie Ming's eyes flashed.
"I'm not using a knife..." Ye Qian shook his head. He naturally understood what Xie Ming wanted to ask, "My knife is myself. There is no difference between a sword or a gun. If I am strong, my knife will be stronger!"
Ye Qian did not deceive Xie Ming. For him, it really didn't make any difference what weapon he used. He was always the one who became stronger. He was not a swordsman who could instantly increase his combat power by comprehending the sword's will and power.
He, Ye Qian, has been practicing all the way, always strengthening his own strength step by step. Weapons are just the icing on the cake and will not be relied upon. It is Xie Ming and these sword cultivators who borrow things to understand the Tao. It is he, Ye Qian, who understands himself.
"Show me your sword!"
Ye Qian asked Xie Ming to take action first. He had seen Shenjianheyi and Wanjianguizong before, and he was very curious about what surprises this Xie Ming could bring to him.
"As you wish!"
Xie Ming slowly pulled out the long sword from the sheath. There was no blood-colored spiritual power surging. The long sword in Xie Ming's hand seemed to be heavier than Mount Tai. Mixed with an avalanche of kendo will, it slowly poured down towards Ye Qian.
Xie Ming understood this sword in the Snowy Mountains, thrust it out with one sword, and was frightened by the avalanche of heaven and earth. He was able to take life and death without any disadvantage. With this sword, he killed seven strong men at the sixth level of the Peeping Dao Realm.
Seeing Ye Qian motionless and looking like those strong men who were frightened by the power of the sword, Xie Ming smiled and knew that the eighth-grade pure blood pill was his.
"Is that it?"
Ye Qian asked with some disappointment. He easily grasped the long sword that was slowly falling with his fingers. This sword was quite similar to the brilliant and domineering golden sword of the Quan family. Both of them abandoned the sword speed and sword technique and relied solely on the will power of the sword.
Win by overpowering your opponent.
Different from the trickery of kingship, wealth, and honor, this is the upright and upright way. If you go to the extreme, you can form your own momentum and break through the realm to peek into the seventh heaven of the Tao realm.
The path chosen was correct, but the golden sword was too far away. When faced with a mentally powerful opponent like Ye Qian, Xie Ming had no chance of survival...