"The Ancient Killing Sword Yun, take it away!"

A brilliant light flashed in Ye Qing's eyes, and his whole body was filled with aura. In the ancient sword formation, the bright golden sword was transformed into the killing sword rhyme.

Now, the golden sword's light was dim, and most of the ancient killing sword charm contained in it had been absorbed by Ye Qing.

"Buzz!"

The terrifying sword energy struck, surging for three thousand miles, the sword rhyme enveloped the world, the sword pavilion trembled, and the formations that blessed the sword pavilion began to shake.

"How evil is this guy?"

Ling Ruoshui's heart was trembling wildly, her eyes were horrified, as if she was in a violent storm and might capsize at any time.

Ye Qing just absorbed the ancient sword charm and caused a disturbance, but he directly forced Ling Ruoshui out of the sword formation.

Ling Ruoshui knew that Ye Qing did not do it deliberately.

After exiting the ancient sword formation, she did not leave, but looked deeply at Ye Qing with complicated eyes.

"Today I am going to the Qing Temple to hold a saints' meeting. However, with his talent, is it really necessary to attend the saints' meeting?" Ling Ruoshui thought to himself.

This morning, she reminded Ye Qing that the Saints Conference was about to begin.

Ye Qing is the new Saint, and it will be good for him if he can compete with other Saints.

But Ye Qing ignored it.

At that time, Ling Ruoshui felt that although Ye Qing was very talented, he was too proud.

Now that I think about it, is that pride?
Chapter completed!