Fantasy: The Strongest Sect in the Universe

Without exception, Qin Ye was blown away again.

Surprisingly, the swordsmanship displayed by the martial saint in the ancient coffin was not inferior to his swordsmanship.

When Qin Ye came back again, the voice of the martial saint came from the ancient coffin: "Is this saint still Ye Fengyang now?"

He slashed the sword at Qin Ye to tell Qin Ye that he was not Ye Fengyang.

Qin Ye did not speak. In his opinion, there was not much difference between the swordsmanship and the swordsmanship.

When a person's swordsmanship reaches a high level, if he turns to the swordsmanship and works hard, he can also reach a high level.

Qin Ye could not judge. He saw some records about Ye Fengyang in ancient books, but never saw any records of Ye Fengyang using a knife.

The martial artists who were watching all shook their heads. They were people from the Eastern Region and knew more about Ye Fengyang.

"Ye Fengyang has devoted his life to swords and disdains to use knives, so this person cannot be him."

"To be honest, my ancestors once had an intersection with Ye Fengyang's disciples, and Ye Fengyang did sit in meditation in his later years."

"So, this person should not be Ye Fengyang."

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"Who is this person? There are a few martial saints who are both swords and knives, but as far as I know, it is absolutely impossible for them to appear here."

"Who is this person? I always feel that this person should not be an unknown person."

"I do think of a name, but this person has left the East Region a long time ago and cannot be in the Immortal Tomb."

...

The identity of the martial saint in the ancient coffin is not only Qin Ye's curiosity, but also the curiosity of others, even those "dead bodies".

Mo Gaojian opened his eyes and looked at the ancient coffin, trying to see through the identity of the martial saint in the ancient coffin.

Many other "dead bodies" also looked at the ancient coffin, and they also wanted to see through his identity. .

"Hmph!"

With a snort, Mo Gaojian and others who tried to spy were severely injured.

They all put away their divine thoughts and dared not spy anymore. After all, the person in front of them was not an ordinary person, but a martial saint.

Qin Ye's expression suddenly changed, and he asked: "Besides the way of sword and knife, what else can you do?"

The martial saint in the ancient coffin did not hide anything, and actually replied: "I have studied various minor ways and am good at them. Any weapon can exert its power in the eyes of this saint."

"I know."

Qin Ye nodded and said.

"What do you know?"

"You are not a master of both sword and knife, or in other words, you are neither a sword cultivator nor a knife cultivator."

Qin Ye said in a deep voice.

"This is impossible!"

As soon as Qin Ye finished speaking, Leng Qingxi took the lead in raising objections.

Leng Qingxi said coldly: "The sword he just used was far superior to mine. It is impossible that he is not a sword cultivator."

Leng Qingxi specializes in swordsmanship, and many older generations are not her opponents in swordsmanship.

She just observed the sword carefully, and she felt inferior.

The martial arts cultivators who were watching also shook their heads. There were also many sword cultivators among them, and they did not agree with Qin Ye's point of view.

Qin Ye looked at the ancient coffin with deep eyes, and said calmly: "You didn't hear wrong, and I didn't say wrong. You are neither a sword cultivator nor a knife cultivator, but just simulated the sword and knife intent."

"I didn't see any flaws in your sword just now, but your knife just now revealed a flaw. Although there is a strong knife intent in your knife, it is somewhat similar to the sword intent."

"Based on this point, you can guess that I am not a sword cultivator or a knife cultivator?"

The mysterious martial saint in the ancient coffin obviously didn't believe Qin Ye's explanation. In his opinion, Qin Ye should be guessing blindly.

"In fact, I already know who you are."

Qin Ye smiled and looked at the ancient coffin.

"This saint just heard some people talking about your deeds. You recently came to the East from the North. No matter how smart you are, you can't guess my identity."

This mysterious martial saint is extremely confident. Not to mention Qin Ye, a warrior who just came to the East from the North, even these "dead bodies" in this immortal tomb can't guess his origin.

"You are indeed very mysterious, but I once read in a book that there was a scholar in the East Region who started practicing at the age of 40, and later he accepted hundreds of registered disciples."

"He once wrote many books in the East Region and was called the Confucian Sage by the people of the East Region. Although he rarely took action, every time he took action, the other party would be convinced."

Qin Ye said slowly.

"Confucian Sage Wang Tianzong?"

Qian Yunxiao was the first to say his name. He was the only Confucian Sage hundreds of thousands of years ago.

Confucian Sage Wang Tianzong is also a household name in the East Region. Although hundreds of thousands of years have passed, there may be few people who know him, but Qian Yunxiao was once the emperor of the Qianyuan Dynasty after all, and he knew something about Wang Tianzong's deeds.

Some older generation warriors also recalled the deeds of Confucian Sage Wang Tianzong. It is rumored that Wang Tianzong is a child of a big family, but he has poor talent, so he was sent by the family to work as a handyman in the family's Sutra Pavilion.

He did this for more than 20 years, and it was not until he was in his 40s that he opened his mind and began to rise from then on.

It was rumored that he learned the truth through reading, and then entered the martial arts world. He became a martial king overnight, a martial master in one year, and a martial saint in ten years, which shocked the world at that time.

After Wang Tianzong accepted hundreds of registered disciples, he left the East Region and went to Zhongzhou.

This news came from his registered disciples, so it should not be false.

Of course, we cannot rule out that these disciples concealed the truth on purpose.

"It can't be the Confucian sage Wang Tianzong!"

A very low-key old man stood up, looked at Qin Ye with anger and said, "My ancestor was once his disciple. In my ancestor's autobiography, it is recorded that he once sent his mentor to Zhongzhou. At that time, the Confucian sage felt that he wanted to break through to a higher level and needed to go to Zhongzhou. At that time, hundreds of his disciples came to see him off, including my ancestor."

"It turned out to be the ancestor of the Zeng family. Long time no see."

An old ancestor of the sect recognized the origin of the old man and greeted him.

He went on to say, "I believe he did not lie. The ancestor of the Zeng family was indeed a disciple of the Confucian sage. Many people in the East Region should know this."

"Yes! I heard that there was a Zeng family in the Qianyuan Dynasty. It is rumored that their ancestor was a disciple of the Confucian sage."

"It seems that this is the case. This sect master has also heard that there are many people in the Zeng family who are now serving as officials in the Qianyuan Dynasty."

"It seems that what he said is not false."

...

The Zeng family can only be regarded as a medium-sized family in the Qianyuan Dynasty, and many of its members are officials in the Qianyuan Dynasty.

Qian Yangqiu and Qian Yunxiao looked at each other. They naturally knew the Zeng family and knew the details of the Zeng family.

Although many people in the Zeng family were officials, they could only be regarded as a medium-sized family in the Qianyuan Dynasty. They did not expect that this time, the ancestor of their Zeng family also came in.

However, they did not blame the Zeng family. The ancestor of the Zeng family was weak and had only a few years to live. It was better to come in and take a risk. Maybe they could get some longevity medicines and fruits.