"No!"

The group screamed in fear and trembling, their faces full of fear and despair.

However, Ling Yun did not have any sympathy for these people.

"die!"

With a casual wave, Jin Burning Tianyan whizzed out like the wind, instantly covering more than 20 martial artists in the Feather Realm.

"Ahhhh!"

The fiery flame burned wildly on the twenty martial artists in the feather realm, making them scream in tears.

After a while, the screams stopped.

The power of Fen Tianyan is extremely powerful. Within a few seconds of a few strokes, these group of martial artists in the Feather Realm were burned to ashes by Fen Tianyan.

A breeze blew, and their ashes were blown away and completely disappeared between heaven and earth.

"It's just that I am better than you, otherwise, the other party will die. Between life and death, I will only take life!"

Ling Yun looked at these lives that disappeared between heaven and earth, and said coldly.

This is the world of warriors, either living or dying.

And Lingyun chose to live!

Without staying there, Lingyun turned into a gust of wind and flew towards the sword-shaped peak not far away.

After half a stick of incense, Ling Yun came to the sword-shaped mountain.

Looking up, the sword-shaped peak was a thousand meters high.

"This Wanjian Villa is really good at choosing places. You can find such a good location for him. The spiritual energy of the world is very rich, and it is mixed with a trace of natural sword energy. The effect of practicing in this place is much stronger than that outside." "And there are many masters in this Wanjian Villa. I can sense no less than five people. It seems that the strength of this Wanjian Villa is not weak. No wonder the ** Tower can also send people to attend the sword-grade conference they held. I just don't know what good treasures are there at this sword-grade conference that can be sucked.

It attracted so many people to participate."

Ling Yun smiled and murmured to himself.

His interest in the sword-grabbing conference at Wanjian Villa is getting stronger.

Without rushing up the mountain, Lingyun found a secluded place at the foot of the mountain to rest for a while, and then went up to attend the conference when Wanjian Villa opened tomorrow.

At this time, many people had gathered at the foot of Wanjian Villa.

There are mercenary groups, lone heroes, and family strength. All kinds of people gathered here just for tomorrow's sword-grade conference.

"Hehe, it's really exciting. I heard that this grade meeting is the same as before. If you want to enter the villa, you must go through the grade assessment in the mountains."

A naked man was eating barbecue and laughed. "Yes, you need to enter Wanjian Mountain to enter the villa. There is an assessment in the cave. Everyone can choose sword stones from the assessment area. After the identification is completed, they will get the appraisal from the referee. Only those who are correct can enter a higher level, one layer after another. Only those who are constantly appraised can climb Wanjian Mountain.

Zhuang Zuifeng attended the final conference and tasted the last treasure!”

Another big man sat by the bonfire and said while eating meat.

"Yes, it seems like it is the same as before, and it is divided into three layers. Each person on the first floor only needs to identify a sword stone, and the correct person can climb to the second floor."

"Then the second floor needs to be identified with three sword stones, and only those who are correct can enter the third floor."

"The third floor requires high requirements. Five sword stones must be identified. If all are correct, you can climb to the top of Wanjian Villa to participate in the final sword-grabbing conference and taste the most precious sword stones and mysterious treasures."

A group of mercenaries sat around the bonfire and started to talk.

Ling Yun was sitting not far away, leaning against a big tree, quietly listening to the big men's discussions.

Around the surroundings, except for the mercenaries, many people set up tents at the foot of the mountain, waiting for the start of tomorrow's rank conference.

"Although I don't have hope to enter the top of Wanjian Villa, I will be satisfied as long as I taste the correct one on the first floor, because the treasure that tastes the correct one belongs to the sword-grabbing person."

A big man grinned and said excitedly, looking forward to tomorrow's sword-grade conference.

"Yes, the owner of Wanjian Villa is very generous, it's really admirable~"

"It is said that there are hundreds of thousands of sharp swords in Wanjian Villa, and I don't know if it is true."

"No, hundreds of thousands of times, too many, there must be tens of thousands of times, hundreds of thousands of times, and hundreds of thousands of times are exaggerated?"

Some people exclaimed, not daring to believe it.

"Really, it's true. That's what the young owner of Wanjian Villa said in person. There are hundreds of thousands of sharp swords in their villa, and the quality is much better than the swords of the same level outside!"

A bald man said.

"I didn't expect that Wanjian Villa is so powerful, it actually has hundreds of thousands of sharp swords, which deserves its reputation. It's worthy of the word "Ten Thousand Swords!"

"Yes, Wanjian Villa is worthy of being the old force of our big family in Zhongzhou Big 6, and its strength is indeed strong!"

While drinking and eating meat, everyone was discussing hotly, and the topics were jumping between the grade conference and Wanjian Villa.

Listening to everyone's discussion, Ling Yun couldn't help but feel a hint of surprise on his face.

"I didn't expect that there were so many sharp swords in this Wanjian Villa. It's so interesting~"

"If hundreds of thousands of sharp swords were all taken away by me, what a spectacular scene would it be, hahahaha~"

Ling Yun thought about it in his heart and couldn't help laughing.

This idea can only be thought about. His current cultivation level is far from being able to control so many sword weapons.

Hundreds of thousands of sharp swords are not a joke.

Forced control of too many sword weapons will backfire, and in severe cases, it will even be destroyed by both souls.

"Hey, boy, I'm interested in this place, go there!"

At this moment, a burly man in his early forties walked up to Ling Yun, looked at Ling Yun with a fierce look on his face, and said disdainfully.

However, Ling Yun ignored him, which made him a little angry.

"Boy, are you deaf? I'll tell you to get out of here. Don't you understand?"

The big man widened his eyes, glared at Ling Yun, and shouted coldly.

"Damn it, isn't that the hot tiger Yan Gang with a bad temper? I heard that he has recently broken through to the early stage of the innate realm, and now his temper is even more irritable than before!"

"Who is that boy? He is too brave. He dares to ignore Yan Gang. Isn't he seeking death?"

"Yan Gang is a crazy man when he gets angry, that kid is dead!"

"I think that boy will be torn to pieces by Yan Gang. That guy has always been so violent and savage!"

"Yes, it's pitiful. That boy looks quite young. What a pity. If he angers Yan Gang, he will definitely die!"

When the mercenaries around him saw the situation here, they shook their heads and said.

In their eyes, Ling Yun is no longer different from a dead person.

"I also like this place. I'm here and don't want to go anywhere else."

Ling Yun looked at Yan Gang calmly and said coldly.
Chapter completed!