The ancient city of Qingzhou.
The clear sky was cloudless.
Hundreds of thousands of cultivators surrounded the venue of the Sword Dao Meet.
Everyone couldn't help but stare at Ye Ping who was in the ring.
Although Wang Minghao was less competent, the fact that he could go through eight rounds and make it to the top four, he obviously wasn't mediocre or ordinary.
However, Ye Ping was obviously far more popular than Wang Minghao.
Above the ring, Wang Minghao quietly watched the cultivators who were surrounding it.
There were already tens of thousands of cultivators who were spectators.
Almost everyone was cheering for Ye Ping.
At this moment, Wang Minghao didn't sneer or feel any contempt.
It was because he knew that the best way to shut them up was to defeat Ye Ping.
All of a sudden, Wang Minghao couldn't help but wonder what Ye Ping would look like after being defeated by him.
