Legend of Sword King

0He closed his eyes and did not speak. He did not see what was in front of him, nor did he feel annoyed. That was a weapon that Warrick had bought. When the other party broke out of the encirclement, he threw it out in a panic in order to cut off the Antian Sect's pursuers.    0

    

Cheng Qing looked at it and said, "If I remember correctly, that was a magic tool that Warrick bought."    

    

"Warrick for you? The genius of the Yan Clan? " Song Qianshu was astonished. Then, he felt that being too shocked was not good, after all he was also the young master of the Song Family, speaking in such a manner would raise the suspicion that his opponent was belittling him.    

    

He pretended to cough twice, pretending to be indifferent. "How can it be Warrick? Could it be that when you were at Black Wind Ridge, you also conveniently defeated Warrick's team? "Haha!"    

    

As he finished speaking, he began to laugh to himself, evidently feeling that he had made a joke.    

    

As a Uighur genius, he could not belong to anyone. They each had their own team. Besides, when Qi Moxuan returned to Zhen Yuan City, he did not mention all about Yan Qianyin.    

    

Song Qianshu felt that his words were funny because he was aware of this. However, he did not feel that he had said the wrong thing. After all, this was a way to raise Cheng Qing's standards.    

    

However, as he was laughing, he could only hear his own voice, not someone accompanying him. He looked towards Cheng Qing, only to see him smiling at him with an inexplicable smile on his face.    

    

Song Qianshu's laughter became softer, but he was still forcing himself to smile. He then turned to look at Yeluo Mingguang. The other party was still resting with his eyes closed, but his brows were already twisted together. It was as if he was remembering something from the past and was enduring pain.    

    

Song Qianshu gradually stopped laughing. In the end, he fell silent.    

    

After a long while, he asked Cheng Qing tentatively, "Brother Chen, you couldn't really have defeated Yan Qianyin's team, right? Did you really take this sword from Warrick's hands? "    

    

Cheng Qing gestured for Song Qianshu to sit down. He himself sat down at the stone table, and under Song Qianshu's expectant gaze, he lightly recounted, "The An Tian Sect will fight against Black Wind Ridge, and in the last two battles, they will defeat the garrison, Yale, Ming Guang, and the reinforcement, Warrick. They will kill six hundred enemies, and the Xumi stage will be around two hundred."    

    

Dingdang, the greatsword in Song Qianshu's hand fell to the ground.    

    

Song Xuejun clapped happily with her small hands, and her hands quickly turned red.    

    

Song Qianshu smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Brother Chen is really …" No matter how high one looks at it, it wouldn't be enough. "    

    

Suddenly, his expression became serious as he looked at Cheng Qing, and asked solemnly: "Brother Chen, to be honest, are you the prince of today? I heard that when many princes are young, they will be sent into the sect for cultivation. When their cultivation is high enough, they will train in the secular world for a while before being summoned back to the imperial court for an important mission … Brother Chen, what's your ranking? "    

    

Hearing this, Yeluo Mingguang suddenly opened his eyes, looking at Cheng Qing with a sharp gaze, as if he had already known this would happen.    

    

Cheng Qing laughed involuntarily, "Brother Song, stop joking around, how could I possibly be the prince of Xi Liang?"    

    

However, Song Qianshu did not give up because of those words. His expression became more solemn: "If it's not Prince Xi Liang, then which country's prince is he? Qi, Chu, or Wei? Could it be the Qin Nation?! "    

    

As someone from a powerful family, Song Qianshu knew many secrets that ordinary people did not.    

    

In order to train their princes and make them into talents, the imperial court would indeed allow them to enter a sect to cultivate and then enter the mortal world to gain experience. No matter what the other party had experienced during this period of time, they had to conceal their identity. The imperial palace would not reveal itself, and would only provide limited help in secret.