Yue Baicheng shook his head slightly, "No matter how great your luck is, it can't change your talent."
The disciple shrugged his shoulders and said: "In this case, we can only say that a monster-like genius came out of that small place in Tiandu Prefecture. Unfortunately, he was selected to join Ningjian Academy, but he may not be able to break Brother Cheng's record."
"We'll see," Yue Baicheng smiled and looked at Qiu Yi not far away.
These two are the twin stars in the academy. Yue Baicheng's talent is slightly weaker than Qiu Yi's, but his mentality is very good.
Some records are meant to be broken. Yue Baicheng knows his own merit. In the Dao Sword Palace, he is a genius that everyone envies, but in the Tai Tiang Palace, he would probably be ignored by everyone. It is normal for someone to surpass him.
Qiu Yi in the Sword Burial Palace was different. At this moment, he had his hands clenched into fists and his face was full of gloom!
In Qiu Yi's eyes, he is now the number one person in the academy, and he is also the target of the entire Dao Sword Palace's efforts to train. Although Yue Baicheng is qualified to be his opponent, he is better than Yue Baicheng in every aspect.
If Luo Zheng breaks this record, it will not only take away the glory that should belong to him, but may even replace him.
However, his sword-shaped pattern is already at a high place and he cannot initiate a true sword fight with Luo Zheng. He has no means to stop Luo Zheng!
"Four thousand two hundred words..."
"Looks like he has no intention of stopping..."
"Ken looks like he's going to break the record."
Luo Zheng's recitation of the translation did not speed up, but it did not slow down either.
"I understand the eternal true meaning of sword movement, and there is really no pressure at all..."
Luo Zheng also had doubts in his heart while reciting, which was something he did not expect.
That trace of true meaning was transmitted along the blue hair. Not only did I not feel any pressure, but my thoughts were exceptionally clear, and a sense of clarity accompanied me all the time.
"Four thousand two hundred and fifty, breaking Yue Baicheng's record!"
There was a cry of surprise from the crowd.
Yue Baicheng shrugged his shoulders, feeling very relaxed.
"Four thousand three hundred words! It broke Qiu Yi's record!" Another burst of exclamations came from the crowd.
The difference between Yue Baicheng and Qiu Yi is only fifty words, and Luo Zheng surpassed this record in the blink of an eye.
When Qiu Yi saw this scene, the corners of his eyes kept twitching, and he had mixed feelings in his heart.
Yue Baili and Qiu Yun'er on the platform also had dark faces. These two disciples were the pearls of their academy. Luo Zheng broke the record like a crusher. Naturally, they were not happy.
"It should be almost done to break Qiu Yi's record..." Yue Baili said with a frown.
"Hey, why do I feel like this is just the beginning," Qiu Shengshui said with a smile.
"It's just the beginning..." Qiu Yun'er's eyes narrowed, "What you said is too exaggerated."
Dajiansi smiled lightly, "I'm really looking forward to how far he can go in his first time."
After 4,300 words, Luo Zheng still didn't stop.
Four thousand and five words...
Five thousand words...
Five thousand five words...
At this time, all the academy disciples had stopped understanding the true meaning of Tao.
They all put down the translations in their hands and stared at Luo Zheng silently. On these thirteen rooftops, there was only the sound of Luo Zheng reading aloud!
Occasionally, other people's chanting sounds are heard. That's because Luo Zheng has risen to the same level as other academy disciples. Those academy disciples are naturally unwilling to waste the opportunity and initiate a true sword fight with him.
Often accompanied by a scream, other people's chanting suddenly stops.
Most of this group of academy disciples are concentrated in the two to three thousand word stage. After breaking through five thousand words, there are very few disciples who initiate true sword fighting challenges.
Almost everyone had a trace of excitement that was difficult to conceal on their faces.
This is the case with people. When you surpass him by a little bit, he may be jealous. When you surpass him by a lot, all he can do is look up to you.
Now, whether it is the outstanding disciples in the Burial Sword Palace or the Demon Sword Palace, as well as those disciples with ordinary qualifications, they have lost any hostility towards Luo Zheng, and instead expect Luo Zheng to go further...
"Six thousand words... It has already surpassed your record Shengshui..." Qiu Hanyan said with a faint smile.
When she took a liking to Luo Zheng and insisted on bringing him into the Dao Sword Palace, she relied on her own intuition. Now it seems that her judgment was correct.
"Sheng Shui also underestimated Luo Zheng. According to the Dao Sword Palace's rating, he may be classified as a seventh-grade or even eighth-grade talent," the Great Swordsman also said with a smile.
Qiu Shengshui still had that relaxed smile on his face, but he just looked at Luo Zheng quietly. After all, Luo Zheng still didn't stop...
Six thousand five hundred words...
Seven thousand words...
Seven thousand five hundred words...
Eight thousand words...
Luo Zheng's sword-shaped pattern is getting bigger and bigger, and it is rising higher and higher.
The platform was getting quieter and quieter. Apart from the gentle sound of wind, there was only the sonorous and powerful chanting of Luo Zheng.
Qiu Siyuan, Yue Baihao, Lai Huabei and others have been looking at Luo Zheng blankly, completely speechless. Luo Zheng's current performance has exceeded their understanding. They don't know how such a performance affects Dao Sword Palace.
What does it mean? Lai Huabei just has a vague idea in his heart. Luo Zheng won't understand the eternal true meaning of the whole sword movement in one go, right?
Eight thousand five hundred words...
Nine thousand words...
"Is it true that you are still here?"
Yue Baicheng glanced at the towering sword. Luo Zheng's sword-shaped pattern was very close to his sword-shaped pattern. He could launch a true sword fight with Luo Zheng.
The junior brother next to him was very excited after the true sword fight with Luo Zheng just now, and he really broke through his bottleneck. If the true sword fight with Luo Zheng really allowed him to break through, Yue Baicheng would naturally not miss this opportunity.
There was almost no hesitation, and his sword-shaped pattern went straight to Luo Zheng's sword-shaped pattern.
Not only Yue Baicheng, but Qiu Yi also made the same choice.
But Qiu Yi has a trace of resentment in his heart. Now he understands that he cannot contain Luo Zheng at all, but he ultimately needs a way to vent his anger.
When two sword-shaped figures as tall as one person attacked Luo Zheng, a crisp collision sound came from the top of the towering sword again!
"Ding ding ding..."
As Luo Zheng's understanding of the eternal true meaning of Sword Movement became more comprehensive, the true meaning he released became more and more powerful.
At the moment of the collision, Qiu Yidun felt a white light flashing in his mind, and the white light almost tore his soul in two...
Only then did Qiu Yi understand why those academy disciples were screaming in agony!
However, Qiu Yi and Yue Baicheng were far better than the others in the end. They just groaned, endured the severe pain, and still engaged in a true sword fight.
"Miscellaneous... ding ding..."
When the three sword-shaped patterns intersected, a series of crisp sounds were emitted.
Luo Zheng's expression remained normal, but Qiu Yi and Yue Baicheng were sweating profusely, their eyes wide open, and they had obviously reached their limit.
After three breaths, Yue Baicheng finally couldn't hold on any longer, rolled his eyes and fell to the rooftop with a "pop" sound.
Qiu Yi's eyes were red, but he couldn't hold on for more than a breath. His tense face showed a look of malaise, and he collapsed to the ground. (To be continued)