Everyone present surrounded him and clamored.

Several people were eager to try to cut their fingers.

The light is transformed into: sixth grade.

The moment the light appeared, a sword inserted at the edge of the stone moved a few times, and the man stepped forward and took it out effortlessly.

The people around were even more lively, rushing to test their kendo talents.

Even the sword cultivator who had a righteous look on his face but escaped in the face of battle, pushed away the crowd and planned to test the blood.

Suddenly, a earth wall rose to separate everyone from the stone tablet. The strong fluctuations of earth element made it impossible for everyone to break it.

"Don't squeeze, come one by one. There are so many swords here, I believe that talented people will definitely get them."

A short figure crawled out of the crowd and shouted loudly.

Although I was reluctant to line up behind the line, I still lined up in a row with each other.

After Chen Ping and others calmed down, they slowly walked to the end of the team. There were constant curses or excitement screams in the team in front.

Only if you have talent at least the sixth grade can you get a sword. The sixth grade is at the outermost edge. One circle upwards is the seventh grade, then the eighth grade, the ninth grade, and the sword with a dragon head and golden handle inserted at the top.

The team slowly stepped forward, and the person who had not obtained the sword sat in the corner of the room with resentment. The person who had obtained the sword stood not far from the stone tablet and talked loudly about other people's sword talent.

After a while, Li Jue, who was in the middle of the line, walked out with anger on his face. He heard from his predecessors that Li Jue's swordsmanship talent was only a third-grade one.

Chen Ping had already expected this result. Sword was a gentleman, and only by keeping the right path can one practice it at the extreme. Although this Li Jue seems very upright, he has more small plans in his mind than anyone else.

Suddenly, everyone gathered together in the corner suddenly rose up, used their own skills to attack everyone who had already obtained the sword, and countless casualties were killed or injured in the room for a while.

The people who were still queuing up didn't know where to help, but they didn't take action easily. Except for which side had people who were familiar with them, a few people would go to help in the team, while protecting themselves, everyone continued to conduct testing.

Chen Ping lamented that although these people did not die in the hands of the previous stone statues and mechas, they were still swallowed up by their complacency and desires. Those who got the sword ignored the feelings of others and pointed at those who didn't get the sword. Those who didn't get the sword did not think about themselves, but instead vented their resentment on others.

The sword style that I had just learned suddenly emerged from my consciousness: the love sword.

Chen Ping picked up the sword and slashed at the people who were still fighting each other. The sword did not meet anyone, but it seemed that something had been cut off.

The people who were still in a mad moment were slowly stabilized, and Chen Ping retreated, and the rest was not up to him.

Although the attack continued, the group of people was slowly separated from the pull.

Only a few of these people grabbed the sword, and these people were wearing the clothes of forces in the Baize royal territory, and they were also the ones who encouraged those people to grab the sword.

He was used as a gun, and the artillery fire was transferred for a while, and the Zulong forces attacked the Bai Ze forces.

Chen Ping retreated leisurely. He didn't want to have too much involvement with any royal family at the moment.

The war slowly went out. Since the Bai Ze power was not large, most of them were surrounded by people from the Zulong power. The remaining few people were disarmed and lay on the ground.

The former earth-attributed cultivator proposed to execute them all. Although he couldn't bear it, he almost did not object to it.

Just after a few gunshots, there were a few more unjust souls in the sword tomb.

The team finally stood at Chen Ping's side. Chen Ping squeezed out a drop of blood and smeared it on the stone tablet.

The characters on the stone tablet continued to change, and finally stayed on the tenth grade. The sword on the stone flew out of thin air and fell straight into Chen Ping's hands.

Although the noise was not very loud, it was still seen by the sharp-eyed people.

Someone exclaimed when he saw this, and for a moment, everyone who was originally focused on the injured person looked at the handsome man who was young but had great strength.

Women glared at Chen Ping, while men even wanted to be Chen Ping.

Chen Ping was thinking with his sword at this time: Will this stone tablet not be able to identify the eleventh grade?

If others knew about this idea, they would probably be praising him for pretending.

Chen Ping clasped his fists to everyone and said, "Thank you all for your kindness, Chen took it away with shamelessness."

Seeing that Chen Ping was so polite, the others also bowed their fists and greeted him, congratulating him on getting the sword. Whether this was sincere or not seemed so important.

Chen Ping returned to the Qianshan Alliance team and received another wave of blessings and congratulations. Even the few people who had just come in cursing him kept smirking at Chen Ping.

The elder Wang’s swordsmanship is the sixth grade, and he has obtained a sword that is as clear as water.

"I'm old, and it's useless to practice this sword. It's better to leave it to the leader."

After saying that, he placed the sword beside Song Ke.

I saw Mu Chi slowly opened his eyes, his pale and cracked lips wanted to say something, but Chen Ping stopped him.

"No need to say anything, understand."

Chen Ping roughly understood what he wanted to say, but he was just asking where Song Ke was and how Song Ke was.

"I'll help you."

Chen Ping rubbed a little dried blood from Mu Chi's wound and walked steadily towards the stone tablet.

Chen Ping condensed a drop of water on his fingertips and melted the blood scab and pointed it on the stone tablet.

The words on the stone tablet stopped at the eighth grade. Chen Ping glanced at the desolate Mu Chi and shook his head and smiled.

"Your sword."

After saying that, Chen Ping handed Mu Chi the sword he had just obtained from the stone.

Mu Chi grinned weakly and held the sword tightly in his hand.

Elder Wang moved Song Ke's stretcher to Mu Chi, and Elder Wang also gave a brief discussion on Mu Chi's previous experience.

When Mu Chi heard Song Ke's outbreak, he turned his head and looked at the childhood sweetheart who was making things difficult for him everywhere and shed a tear.

"Please get married on the spot."

Seeing this, Chen Ping said helplessly.

"I almost forgot that I still have you."

Chen Ping pierced Song Ke's fingertips and took a drop of blood, and walked to the stone tablet again.

"Tenth grade!"

Chen Ping was surprised at the result, but there was no sword on the stone.

The stone tablet suddenly exploded, and there was a silver-white sword hidden inside the stone tablet.

The sword did not fly to its owner, but just lay there quietly waiting for someone to take it away. Chen Ping said in surprise: "If Song Ke and I were in front, would the people behind us hate us?"

Just the moment Chen Ping took the sword, he accidentally touched the stone in the center. He saw that the originally indestructible stubborn stone turned into powder like foam, and the remaining swords were scattered all over the ground.

Below this stone is a staircase leading to the abyss.
Chapter completed!