Sword Venerable Ling Tian

She endured the urge to grab the words Ling Tian wrote first. However, this was Yu Xuanji's place after all, so she could not be the first one to write it.    

"En, thank you for waiting here for a moment. I will be going now."    

Yu Xuanji laughed, then flew down from the Brocade Pavilion in a beautiful manner, her goosebumps flying like a fairy under the moon.    

Yu Xuanji sat crossed legged on the lotus throne, and received the zither sent up by the maid. Resisting the excitement and yearning in her heart, she shifted her gaze away from the poem Yun Yang had sent up.    

Poems, paintings, words, music, dancing, there were many who could influence the phenomenon of heaven and earth.    

However, no matter who it was, there was no way to explain thoroughly. No matter what kind of conditions they met, they would be able to influence the heavens and the earth.    

But in Yu Xuanji's experience, just by looking at Quinn, it meant that she had to be proficient, and then the content had to be pure, and finally, she had to move herself.    

Only by satisfying all the above conditions would it be possible to link the heaven and earth to descend this abnormal sign.    

Therefore, these words, if Yu Xuanji was not touched, then they would definitely not resonate with the heaven and earth.    

After a few consecutive words, there was no response at all.    

Everyone held their breath, listening to Yu Xuanji's chant.    

The Martial Cultivator that was fortunate enough to be selected immediately by Yu Xuanji was so excited that he was about to go crazy, but in the end, when he realized that there was no reaction from heaven and earth, he became dejected and lost all color.    

"Qing Yun Sect, Ye Fan, become a submoon hum."    

Suddenly, Yu Xuanji changed to another poem and recited it.    

Although the Others had not responded, the pleasure boat s of the Qing Yun Sect were all shocked for a moment.    

"Ye Fan! It's Senior Brother Ye Fan, Senior Brother Ye Fan's letter has been chosen by the Jade Head! "    

The group of disciples nearly started dancing with joy. Qing Yun Sect was finally selected by Jade Head, although she was not the Eldest Brother that everyone expected him to be.    

"Hmph, Ye Fan, you little rascal, you are always opposing me!" Inside the pleasure boat's pavilion, Yang Lin clenched his fists fiercely, "When you're at Martial Arts Conference, don't blame me for being merciless!"    

Disciple of the Mighty Heaven Sect naturally heard what Yu Xuanji was saying. Indeed, it was not the least bit different from Yue Qingcang's.    

But Yue Qingcang's poem had not been chosen yet.    

The disciples of the Qingtian Sect were speechless for a moment.    

But very quickly, Ye Fan only recited half of his words, and because there were no abnormalities, Yu Xuanji changed it out.    

And the next, was precisely the one that Yue Qingcang wrote.    

"Hahaha, so what if I've chosen, it's still useless! Qing Yun Sect still wanted to become famous overnight? "What a joke!"    

The situation reversed, and in an instant, as if the Qing Yun Sect's disciples fell from heaven into hell, they retreated back into the pavilion with their faces covered with dirt.    

Ye Fan stood on the bow of the boat and shook his head, not moving at all.    

Yue Qingcang sat on top of the large chair, clenching his fists tightly, he felt his surroundings, and hoped that the phenomenon could be triggered.    

Those who were previously selected by Yu Xuanji were mostly talented disciples from various sects and clans, with very few having low backgrounds. The most important thing was that his choice of words had been chosen before Yun Yang. Then, if he successfully linked the heaven and earth, then she would be able to suppress Yun Yang in one fell swoop.    

Since this was the case, the forces of the Sect that the Qingtian Sect represented would undoubtedly have their morale increase.    

Thinking about it, Yue Qingcang could no longer bear to watch. He slowly closed his eyes and prayed in his heart.    

However, time slowly passed. On the surface of the river, not a single strand of wind rose.    

Only the faint sound of Yu Xuanji's zither and singing could be heard.    

After half a word, it was exactly the same as Ye Fan before; without even succeeding, it was immediately replaced by Yu Xuanji.    

Seemingly feeling that she was close enough, Yu Xuanji composed herself and looked at the phrase that she had long noticed. With just a glance, her mind was moved.    

"Marquis Yun's Mansion, by Yun Yang, the submoon hum."    

"Memories of the laurel bush on the eve of the moon, the flowers in the cup, the moon in the cup. "The same person as the previous night. Clouds covered windows, rain covered windows ?"    

The meaning of the words was tactful, and the mood was very far away.    

It was just that the moment Yu Xuanji said that, with the beautiful sound of the zither, everyone felt as if they were right in front of them!    

Ling Tian stood on top of the boat with his hands behind his back, and his handsome brows slightly knitted.    

He was extremely sensitive to music, and he could clearly feel that before this Yu Xuanji, she hadn't played the music seriously, so how could she move the heavens and earth?    

But now that he was with Yun Yang, they suddenly became deep in love, clearly showing that it was on purpose.    

In this way, wouldn't it be impossible for him to use that earth-shattering poem to slap his face?    

Qin Shaoyang slanted his eyes towards Ling Tian, and couldn't help but sigh. They understood that it would be hard to escape the ridicule of the Marquis Yun's Mansion and the rest this time.    

Sure enough, something that no one wanted to see happened. Just by reading a few sentences, Yu Xuanji caused a storm to break out on the surface of the river. Pieces of withering leaves were swept up into the sky and then fell down, like rain.    

Ten Thousand Leaves of Heart!    

The phenomenon really appeared again!    

For a moment, the surface of the river was filled with sounds of lament, as if they'd lost their collective love.    

Yun Yang was already in the middle of the sun and no one in the younger generation was able to match his.    

It was like an insurmountable mountain. In front of him, he could only look and sigh.    

"Crown Prince Yun Yang is really too strong. It seems that he will definitely be able to obtain a dazzling ranking in terms of Ascendant Ranking this year's Martial Arts Conference."    

"Sigh, that's only natural, after I heard that the Crown Prince went to look for the last year's first ranker, Dugu Wentian, for a spar. The two fought for a hundred moves, and Crown Prince Yun Yang was no match for him and lost!"    

"He can endure a hundred moves from Dugu Wentian? This is too strong! "    

Dugu Wentian was one of the previous generation of Chief disciples, and was also the first place in the Martial Arts Conference s' Ascendant Ranking.    

From this, it could be confirmed that Yun Yang had indeed reached the pinnacle of his power.    

For a moment, everyone seemed to have lost all spirit.    

After that, she looked into the distance. That person's frown caused her to feel slightly pained, and for a moment, Bian Yujing was a little intoxicated. Leaning on her jade like chin, she stared fixedly at Ling Tian.    

Suddenly, she thought of something, raised her eyes into the air, and found the unremarkable piece of paper, while Yu Xuanji was immersed in the zither music, she extended her hand and grabbed onto the paper.    

"Mingyue ?" "When will the moon be bright? Ask for the wine ?"    

Bian Yujing had only glanced at it once before instantly becoming foolish.    

There was actually such a wonderful poem in this world. She was completely immersed within it, unable to extricate herself from it!