After My Favorability Level Is Up to the Top

Chapter 146 - Another Lost Sheep Needs to be Saved by the Holy Church

The elegance of the world's number one sword shocked everyone present, whether they were cultivators or swordsmiths.

Those low level cultivators who were purely here to watch the show even called the entry fee of the Soul jewels directly to the city!

Some of the thoughtful people had solemn expressions on their faces. They looked at Gong Wei, who was sitting on the Sword Singing Platform with his eyes closed, as if nothing had happened.

That sword that wasn't considered a sword strike wasn't something that required much effort from him.

He could use this sword strike, and he could also use the second and third sword strike. Before he used the Chao Chao Listening Sword, he had warned all those who harbored ill intentions that he, Gong Wei, was in charge of this place.

Previously, many people were guessing that it was time to change the master of Sword Pavilion.

However, this old man with a simple appearance and a withered appearance was not as weak as he looked. He looked like a man who was about to die.

His emotions had not been completely extinguished. In fact, he was even overflowing with emotions.

In reality, he could only truly feel the might of this sword strike from a distance.

Guo Fan could clearly see a straight white light in the sky and earth in City Lord Mansion. It cut through the clouds and wind in an instant, as if the Divine Gate had been broken.

The sound of the river stopped at this moment. It was the posture of a top swordsman, not a swordsmith.

In fact, “Bing Jun Swordsman Pu” was not only a 9-star swordsmith, but also one of the famous swordsmen in the past.

More importantly, he had the Lakelight Sword in his hand. It was the power of the number one sword in the world, City Crusher. This equipment was famous in the game, but no one among the players at that time had gotten their hands on it.

After all, this item was a symbolic item in the Sword Pavilion. If one wanted to obtain it, they would have to. Next was the recognition of more than half of the people in the Sword Pavilion.

But before that, you must have the qualifications to make the Sword Pavilion acknowledge that you can fight for the ownership of the Sword of the Lake. Strength and reputation are indispensable.

Besides the Lakelight Sword, there was also a ranking of “Ten Great Swords of the World,” which was announced by Soul Haunt Ship.

Yes, this organization is not only playing with money, but also with public opinion.

Many of the ranking lists that were privately circulated were made and spread by the Soul Haunt Ship.

The person who organized the rankings was one of the male NPCs that Guo Fan had previously mentioned, Bai Xiaosheng, you boast that you can take over the universe by yourself.

Once this guy appeared, there was basically no objection.

Although there were various clues that pointed out later that the Soul Haunt Ship would actually mix in some private goods and use Bai Xiaosheng's name to announce some false rankings.

As for the Ten Great Swords in the world, among them, there were only a few that were widely known. The Lake Light Sword was one, and the Thousand Plume Sword that was known as the most beautiful murder weapon was also one. The Master of the Soaring Wisdom Sect's sword, the Profound Pivot, was one, and the devil sect's guardian sword, the Heaven Crossing Sword, was one. The Sword Flute Misery, which belonged to the Love Monk, was also one. As for the rest, they could be compared. It was somewhat inferior.

“Gong Wei's strength is a lot stronger than I imagined. But at least this sword strike, although it can break the White Dragon River, it can't break the power produced by the collision between the melting snow tide and the current of the Ice-Crowned Heights a few days later.”

Among the crowd, Dai Tu calmly analyzed the situation in his heart, but he still felt that the plan was still very feasible.

“Damn it, the main reason is because of the Destiny's Song Sword Cultivator, which has put the entire Night's Fall Sword City on alert. We need to find the people of the Devil Cult, and as long as we can catch them, we won't have any time to rest. Phew, many disciples of the Holy Cult have already been exposed.”

Dai Tu was a little angry. If it wasn't for this, the plan would have been smoother, and it wouldn't have been delayed like this.

If the Saint Ambassador saw this as a joke, it wouldn't be as simple as failing the mission. Instead, it would be unimaginable torture.

The spy of the Devil Cult felt uneasy.

Fortunately, some of them were undercover agents in the Sword Pavilion. Their safety was very high, and they would never be discovered.

“Brother Shao, it's not easy to move this city. Recently, the Night's Fall Sword City has prohibited residents from using flying swords. I'm afraid it's not convenient…”

Next to him was another spy called Mo Meng. He had a square face, angular face, and a cold expression. He looked like a decent person, but in fact, he was frowning as he secretly said that the plan was not going well.

Currently, the Night's Fall Sword City was under martial law, and they were searching for the origin of the people from all walks of life. Once they found something amiss, they would immediately tie them up.

They would rather kill a hundred wrong people than let a single one go.

Both of them were undercover agents, and their lives were especially difficult.

Dai Tu opened his fan and pretended that he didn't care too much about it. “There's no other way. After all, it's the Night's Fall Sword City. The rules are strict. Only then can there be harmony and order.”

What he meant was that they didn't make any moves and listened to his orders. They didn't want to act recklessly.

Mo Meng nodded and said, “It's like this. If someone wants to jump out and show their face, they must be dealt with in time. This is what a big city lord will do. The Night's Fall Sword City lives up to its reputation.”

Dai Tu nodded his head and raised his head to look at the Sword Singing Platform.

The swordsmiths began to burn incense and pray. The competition would officially begin tomorrow.

Dai Tu fanned the folding fan in his hand and narrowed his eyes to see who was suitable to be a servant of the next level.

It was fine if there were fewer people… those useless people who did not do anything but failed should be disposed of. What they needed was a subordinate who could help them.

His eyes swept across the faces of the swordsmiths and finally stopped on a figure that did not fit in with the people around him.

Huh?

Isn't that the legendary mortal swordsmith?

He seems to be a little shaken… He looked nervous and felt inferior. He didn't know what to do. It seemed that no one had told him that there was still incense and prayers in Sword Singing Platform.

The Sword Pavilion didn't accept him, and the experienced spies of the Devil Cult immediately noticed this.

What a pity, but the Holy Cult would save him!

Dai Tu's eyes were filled with pity. He knew that there was another lost sheep that needed the Holy Cult's redemption.

......

Gong Wei looked at the people below and naturally saw Lang Qing's embarrassment.

Some of the voices in the Sword Pavilion still felt that a mortal was not qualified to inherit the title of a 9-star swordsmith.

But this was also a part of the test.

He admired Lang Qing, but he could feel his inferiority and fear.

When he was in the Jolcana Road that day, Lang Qing was extremely afraid. This was the embodiment of one's true nature. The purpose of the Jolcana Road was to reflect all of these.

After the ceremony ended, Gong Wei returned to the Sword Pavilion.

As soon as he stepped into his room, he heard the sound of a servant holding a sword.

“Pavilion Master, the invitation to the Saint has been rejected.”

……

When the Tide-watching Sword-listening Conference was in full swing.

Cheng Liuxian was a young man who had departed from the Wide Ocean Sect in Veplon Country and was heading to the stronghold of the Devil Cult.

Finally, he entered the branch altar of the Devil Cult around the age of one and a half.