Chapter Thirty-Three: The Abandoned Ling Qingyan

  After introducing Ling Qingyan, Lian Jun led the elders away one after another.

  But Ling Qingyan, however, was left here by Lian Jun. As he said: Younger brother, you and everyone else are young people, with a lot to talk about, chat more. We old guys are old, can't even take a few steps outside, need to hurry back and rest.

  Ling Qingyan is not bothered, does he think he's some kind of big shot? A purple-level warrior getting tired? It's laughable to even say it out loud!

  Lian Jun and others had just left, the Tianjian Sect disciples who were surrounding Xingyuan Platform originally felt constrained in front of their sect master Lian Jun and many elders, but now they completely let loose, directly surging forward to surround Ling Qingyan sitting on the steps of Xingyuan Platform.

  The warm and easy body was kicked to the corner of Zhixiang Platform by someone, and it seemed that someone thought it was an eyesore and kicked it down from Zhixiang Platform. Behind Zhixiang Platform, there was a steep cliff!

  Wen Yi's body was kicked down like this, and it is inevitable that there would be no bones left, not even any ashes could be found!

  But who cares?

  At this time, Wen Tianhe, who was behind the peak of Tianxian Peak, thought that it would be a shame for himself and his fellow disciples to give his grandson a grand funeral. He thought that even if they didn't go all out, they would at least give him a simple burial. But things often don't go as expected. Today, Lian Jun and the others came here almost reluctantly. Looking at the outer sect disciples staring at them with fervent eyes, they were actually afraid that a group of people would rush up to ask for martial arts guidance...

  They then directly and solemnly left Ling Qingyan behind, which sounds good as they are young and similar in age, allowing them to further communicate their emotions.

  As for Wen Yi, they had long forgotten him and didn't even bother to bury his body. If Wen Tianhe, the elder of the Precepts, knew about the fate of his grandson's corpse, he would probably be so angry that he would vomit blood nonstop, and even three days wouldn't be enough.

  ………

  "Brother, let me make way, I'll invite you for a drink later, just let me get closer to Master Shu's ancestor..."

  "Drinking? Go! Such an opportunity is rare, if I can learn a few tricks from this young master..."

  "Yes, Master Uncle is so young and yet a Qing-level warrior. Even with great talent, it's unlikely! I'm guessing that Master Uncle must have his own cultivation method..."

  "Brother, I'm an inner disciple, let it go, thanks!"

  "Inner sect disciple? Didn't you see just now? The Sect Master bowed to us outer sect disciples, what kind of treatment is this for inner sect disciples?"

  "This, this......"

  Ling Qing spread around, the noise came one after another.

  Ling Qingyan looked at the scene in front of him, stunned. If this were to happen in his previous life, even a random news reporter could stand in front of the camera and introduce, "This chaotic scene is none other than the exclusive concert of Ling Qingyan, the youngest disciple of Tianjian Sect. The atmosphere here is so intense... This Ling Qingyan definitely has the potential to become the next Little Heavenly King..."

  Just imagining this scene made Ling Qingyan feel a chill run down his spine.

  "Everyone be quiet."

  His voice was mixed with a thick and powerful aura, Ling Qingyan really couldn't stand the noise around him, he had never liked this kind of noisy environment.

  Wow!

  The disciples of the Tianjian Sect, who were originally arguing over their standing positions with red faces and ears, immediately became disciplined when they saw Ling Qingyan speak up. For a moment, the entire Xingyuan Platform seemed somewhat quiet.

  "Everyone," Ling Qingyan slightly moved his bandaged right hand, and with the help of his left hand holding the Youming Long Sword, he stood up, looking around and smiling: "Actually, I'm just like everyone else, one head, two arms, two legs, nothing special. Don't be like this..."

  As soon as Ling Qingyan's words fell, the Tianjian Sect disciples around him burst out laughing. They never thought that this cold and ruthless young man who had killed Wen Yi and even dared to defy the former Head of the Law Enforcement Hall would be so humorous.

  At this time, in another corner of the execution platform, Meng Ge snapped his mouth and said to Hou Jin beside him: "Dead monkey, I didn't expect our little Shifu would be so humorous!"

  "Hmmph!"

  When Meng Yu heard the words, Hou Jin let out a cold hum. Just now, he found that Ling Qingyan's right hand would not have any situation for the time being, so when the crowd came up, he retreated. The eyes of the Tianjian Sect disciples were all on Ling Qingyan, and naturally no one noticed his departure.

  ………

  "Alright, with so many people here, I won't be able to answer each of your questions one by one," Ling Qingyan looked around and then gazed up at the sky, saying: "It's almost noon now, everyone should be as hungry as I am. I'll just randomly pick a few people and answer their questions."

  Hungry?

  Although martial artists also need to eat grains and miscellaneous grains, the higher the level of martial artist, the lower the demand for food. Even purple-level martial artists can go a month or two without eating! And as for top-level martial artists like Tianjian Sect's previous sect master Guan Zhongna, they can even completely stop eating because they have already reached the legendary "Bigu" state. Even if they occasionally eat and drink, it's just to satisfy their cravings.

  For someone like Ling Qingyan who is at the level of a top-notch martial artist, going without three or four meals would have absolutely no impact or feeling.

  The disciples of the Tianjian Sect around him really thought that Ling Qingyan was hungry, after all, he had just gone through a battle with the Precepts Elder Wen Tianhe. For a moment, everyone nodded in agreement with Ling Qingyan's words.

  Ling Qingyan saw this and first smiled, then pointed at a young man of about 25 years old on the left side, laughing: "You ask first."

  When he saw Ling Qingyan pointing at himself, the young man's face suddenly turned bright red. Although his real age was five or six years older than Ling Qingyan, as an outer door disciple, he was fundamentally unable to be compared with Ling Qingyan, a proud son of the inner door disciples.

  Young man looked at Ling Qingyan with a constrained expression, and asked: "Master Uncle, what material is this black long sword made of? It can actually make the 'Qingfeng Sword' of the Precepts Elder break. As far as I know, that Qingfeng Sword is one of the divine weapons of our Ti Jian Sect..."

  For a moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on the dark long sword on Ling Qingyan's left hand, which was stuck in the ground. Ah, this little Shifu's black long sword had actually broken off the divine soldier "Qingfeng" of the Precept Elder, and it seemed that there was not even a single mark left on the black long sword.

  What material is this divine sword made of?! It's sharpness is astonishing!

  At this time, even the candidates waiting outside were listening with rapt attention, apparently they also wanted to know the answer to this question.

  Upon hearing the young man's question, Ling Qingyan raised the long sword in his hand and smiled: "This long sword was forged for me by my most respected elder brother! As for the material of this sword, even my elder brother doesn't know what it is, but one thing is certain - it's extremely rare and precious. And as for being able to cut off Wen Tianhe's divine weapon 'Qingfeng', I didn't expect that either... after all, at that time I had a determination to die trying... This sword is called 'Youming'."

  After finishing speaking, Ling Qingyan gently stroked the body of the Youming Long Sword in his hand, and he also felt a sense of emotion. If it weren't for this Youming Long Sword today, perhaps he would already be dead by now. Therefore, Ling Qingyan's words were not fake at all.

  Although the disciples of the Tianjian Sect did not know who the "big brother" in Ling Qingyan's mouth was, they all knew that whoever could forge such a divine sword must be a divine craftsman. At the same time, their eyes were also tightly wrapped around the dark long sword.

  "This divine sword's name is quite fitting for its true nature... 'Yūmei'."