But even a seventh-grade monk like Wei Yuan, facing this sword, the only change in his expression on his face was just a smile.

“It’s still a little bit.”

As he said that, Wei Yuan grabbed the sword of the flowing lightning that Li Tianming gave him appeared in his hand. Although this flowing lightning sword is a magic weapon of spirit, since Wei Yuan used this sword as the array eye to activate the thunder-induced formation last time, there was not much spiritual energy left in it, but it was still better than ordinary mortal swords.

Wei Yuan held the long sword in his hand, and in an instant, an extraordinary temperament emanated from the inside out. Everyone was stunned and seemed to see a sharp sword emitting thousands of feet of light penetrated into the field.

The next moment, Wei Yuan took a step forward, and went straight to meet him without avoiding or giving in.

Under the activation of Mr. Zhu's sword intent, the strong wind wrinkled. Wei Yuan rushed into the wind, and the long sword of flowing light pierced out obliquely. He pointed a sword on Mr. Zhu's sword grid. He used his skill to break the power and instantly removed most of the opponent's strength. Then he gently raised the sword. The force and angle control were extremely exquisite, impeccable, and he picked the opponent's sword aside.

When Mr. Zhu's sword edge turned, the sword energy that could not be restrained was whistling toward Wei Yuan. The faces of the people around him changed drastically and he hurriedly dodged. This was the aura of Han with sword intent. If he was chopped onto a sword, he would lose half his life even if he didn't die. Then he really didn't know where to reason.

The roar exploded, and the deviated sword energy teared a long ditch along the way, and finally split a big tree surrounded by seven people in the courtyard in half. The cut was charred and a sword containing the sword intent was indeed terrifying.

The big tree that was split by a sword fell to the ground, making two dull roars, and the end of the battle was announced at the moment when the roar came.

When everyone realized it, they realized that the sword in Mr. Zhu's hand had already disappeared. At his throat, a long sword emitting cold light was approaching. As long as Wei Yuan stretched out his hand slightly at this moment, he could easily take away the other party's life.

The entire front yard of the prime minister's mansion was quiet, as if there was no one here at this moment. Everyone held their breath and they were waiting for whom they spoke first.

Just now, Mr. Zhu was very ruthless. He wanted to kill Wei Yuan with every move. Now even if Wei Yuan wants to kill him, no one has the right to stop him.

Mr. Zhu's face was as waxy as white paper at this moment, and his mind was shocked. He could never have imagined that even though he had already activated the sword intent, he was still defeated by a seventh-grade monk. Are the candidates in the Imperial College so scary?

At this moment, my life is in someone's hands. If I don't give in, I'm afraid no one can save him today.

Thinking of this, Mr. Zhu swallowed his saliva and was about to beg for mercy, but Wei Yuan suddenly put away his sword and turned to his seat. His plain attitude seemed to have nothing to do with him.

This scene also made everyone stunned, and Mr. Zhu asked incredible, "Don't you kill me?"

Wei Yuan sat down, poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip, and then said, "It's just a matter of training, just click until it's time. It's not a fight, why fight to the death?"

At first glance, there is nothing wrong with this sentence, but after savoring it, you will realize that it is extremely arrogant. Everyone can see that Mr. Zhu is already fighting for his life just now, but in Wei Yuan's mouth, it has just reached the stage of competition that has reached the end. Isn't this arrogance?

But even so, no one in the courtyard dared to stand up and accuse Wei Yuan of his attitude. In the battle just now, even when facing the sword intent, he could still beat the ninth grade with the seventh grade, which is enough to prove that this son's sword talent is outstanding and extremely popular. If you want to discuss swordsmanship, you have a place. No, it should be said that he is the center.

On the high platform, except for the third prince Liang Zhu, who did not care about anything and asked nothing, everyone was also surprised. Liang Yue was surprised, and the light of seeking talents burst out from her eyes. Such talent, such pride, and such cunning will definitely become his most capable right-hand man in the future. This son must be taken over.

Qin Chenguan's expression was also a little surprised. Then he recalled his father Qin Xuanfu's words and calmed down slightly. It seemed that Wei Yuan was as not as simple as his father said. In the future, no matter whether he joined the second prince or the prince was swung, he would probably become a great help to his master.

Thinking of this, Qin Chenguan took a deep breath, looked at Wei Yuan who was drinking tea calmly in the corner, and narrowed his eyes. Why couldn't he join the Prime Minister's Mansion? If that were the case, as long as he grew up in the future, the power of the Prime Minister's Mansion would be higher. Even if the new emperor ascended the throne, he would not dare to make any embarrassment against their Prime Minister's Mansion.

Qin ministers are different from his father. Qin Prime Minister has always been determined to be a minister. The reason why he did not join the throne was because he was loyal to the person who sat on the throne. In the future, whether the prince or the second prince sat on it, he would still be as loyal as he is today.

But in the eyes of Qin Chenguan, the royal family may not think so. The Prime Minister's power ranks above the temple. In the eyes of the royal family, this is a tiger ready to go. If the tiger wakes up one day and will rebel, it will be a major disaster for the Hao Kingdom.

When Qin Xuanfu was alive, even if the new emperor ascended the throne, he would not dare to attack the Prime Minister's Mansion. However, the Prime Minister was still a human being and would grow old. After a hundred years, who could become the protection of the Qin family? Qin officials asked himself that he would not be able to reach his father's height in his life, but he could not do it alone, so it would be impossible to have more than a few more.

Therefore, Qin officials also became interested in seeking talent, and he wanted to make plans for the future of the Qin family.

Thinking of this, Qin Chenguan smiled slightly and said, "Young Master Wei's swordsmanship is superb, it's so eye-opening. Please come on stage, and you and I will drink a few drinks."

Hearing this, Wei Yuan raised his head slightly and raised his eyebrows, "Young Master Qin, this is tea, why do you want to drink it? Besides, where to drink it is not a drink, just this, I'm lazy to move."

As soon as these words were said, let alone Qin Chenguan, even the second prince Liang Yue, who was beside him, had a twitch. Wei Yuan was really unconventional, but that was right. Most of those with unique skills had strange tempers.

Before Qin Chenguan could continue to invite him, someone had already recovered from the shock, stood up and looked at Wei Yuan, frowned and said, "Mr. Wei, even if you beat Mr. Zhu, it will not prove your remarks. If the sword intent is not the ultimate sword art, then what is the ultimate sword technique?"

When someone asked this, everyone looked at Wei Yuan curiously and waited for his answer.

Wei Yuan gently put down the teacup, took a deep breath, and then he said lightly, "Jiandao Wuji, there is only one who can move forward and there is no end."
Chapter completed!