He deliberately highlighted the importance of Qin An, right?

It was just an Earth person, a little fellow who might only have a lifespan of more than 20 Earth years.

Isn’t she a little too cruel to him?

Twenty thousand candidates came from various human races. Their average strength was above the Four Souls Realm, and these people each brought some subordinates, some brothers, and even some super experts hiding behind them!

In other words, the number of people participating in the election convention was estimated to be over 100,000!

Then Qin An had become a thorn in their side.

Even the cold Dongfang Chanqin knew that Qin An was sitting beside her and provoking him, so she thought that there should be more eyes looking at Qin An with ill intentions.

Sigh, it’s really troublesome.

“Heavens! What should I do? The harp is my idol in the past. Qin An is my favorite child now. The two of them are facing each other. Who should I cheer for?”

Zeng Huan said dejectedly.

Ling Hua turned her head and glared fiercely at Zeng Huan.

This damned girl actually spoke her mind.

Ah… She used to admire the harp, but now she doesn’t think highly of Qin An… It’s just because of those poems.

Speaking of poetry, Ling Hua’s expression became very bad again.

Just now, the discussions outside the VIP room were quite loud. Ling Hua seemed to have heard someone say that Qin An’s poems were all randomly written!

Wasn’t this saying that he wasn’t appreciative? She felt that Qin An’s poems were well written. Not only could his poems express meaning, but they were also very thoughtful.

Some are praises for their beauty, some are descriptions of their personalities, some are descriptions of others’ love for themselves, and some are flirtatious.

In short, Ling Hua felt that they were all very good, not bad at all.

Looks like I’m going to send this collection of poems to be copied, and then publish some for sale, so that the public can see Qin An’s talent.

She was not a petty person. Since Qin An was talented, she would not deny it.

However, no matter how talented a person was, they would probably be helpless against Dongfang Changqin, right?

Qin An can’t be writing Chinese characters on the ground, right? One singing and one writing? Even if Qin An was able to amaze people with his skilled font, it was still inferior.

Thinking of this, Ling Hua actually regretted it. Perhaps she shouldn’t let Qin An go out?

…

On the rostrum, the handsome and sturdy middle-aged man sat upright, beside him were a few royal ministers and personal guards, as well as a group of imperial concubines.

The middle-aged man’s name was Mo Yudongchen. He was Princess Ling Hua’s father, so Ling Hua’s full name was Mo Yuling Hua.

“Mu Tie, this person is Qin An?”

The old man called Mu Tie looked to be in his seventies, with a gray beard. His real age was about 70,000 years old.

“King, he is Qin An. He wrote a good word!”

“Haha, good words? A scholar? I want to choose a husband for Ling Hua, not a writer. Mu Tie, have you investigated his origin?”

“I don’t know who he is, but he seems to have just entered this territory. He seems to know some people from the alliance. He should be from Earth. This time, he came to our territory with the Xiao siblings.”

“Xiao Clan? The fifth clan back then?”

“Yes!”

“Ah, what a pity, There hasn’t been anyone famous in their family for thousands of years, Alright, alright. Forget about him. Have the Sword Dance Team get ready. After Dongfang Changqin and Qin An go down, let them perform. I’ve heard of Dongfang Changqin’s name long ago. I thought he was such a lofty master. I didn’t expect that there would be no city. Isn’t the princess interested in Qin An? He challenged them and bullied a weak person! How can such a person become the king of our Cyan Sword Race? ”

One of the four great clans, Nan Clan’s Clan Head Nan Nanyuan, stood up from his seat and bowed to Mo Yudongchen.

“Respected King, my two sons, Nanguang and Nan Muchen, both participated in the husband selection meeting …”

Mo Yudongchen waved his hand and interrupted Nanfang Yuanyuan.

“Nanguang is also at the Five Soul Sword Sect now, right? He has been trapped in this space for eighteen years and is now the leader of the empire’s forces. To be honest, I don’t think much of him. As for Nan Muchen, he has a high chance. I heard that he is already stronger than you.”

“Yes, the peak of the Five Soul Sword Sect is only a thought away from the Sword God!” Laughed the southern part of the Five Soul Sword Sect.

“Haha, how many people on the Sword Spirit Star have been trapped in this thought for tens of thousands of years, unable to form a Sword Spirit and become a God? Do you really think becoming a Sword God is that easy?”

There was a trace of pride in Mo Yudongchen’s tone.

His own daughter was simply too awesome! How old was she to actually become a Sword God at such a young age!

Holy shit, Mo Yudongchen sometimes wakes up laughing in his dreams. He is the father emperor of a true Sword God. This is even more awesome than the title of Azure Sword King!

…

Superior figures like Mo Yudongchen and Nanfang Yuan didn’t really care much about Qin An. They were all considering their own thoughts.

The ordinary people at the scene were in a commotion.

Some people who didn’t know Qin An began to inquire, while those who knew Qin An began to tell. Most people hated the noises of the people around them because the song and music of Dongfang Chanqin didn’t stop. Although Dongfang Chanqin had weakened its mental strength, the melodiousness of the song interweaving with the zither was still refreshing. Everyone didn’t want to be disturbed.

After a chaotic rendering, the crowd finally pointed their fingers at Qin An, believing that Qin An’s appearance interrupted their good mood when they listened to the music.

“Get down! Earth people, get down!”

“That’s right, get out of the Azure Sword Race camp!”

“Earthlings who are not as old as my youngest son, haha! Scram!”

The way this person spoke was precisely the way the Cyan Sword Clansmen ridiculed the most widely used humans on Earth.

They felt that only when a person lived for a long time would their mental strength become stronger and their cultivation level become even better.

Spirit power was illusory for Earth people, but it was a real existence parameter for the races on the Sword Spirit Star, just like power and speed.

In some races dominated by science and technology, there are even methods of measuring spiritual force, as well as many formulas and theorems that are accurate.

Therefore, the short lifespan of the earth’s people made the Cyan Sword Race discriminate.

Princess Linghua gently sighed as she listened to everyone’s insults.

That’s right, this is the fundamental problem. His life has only just begun, and he may still have tens of thousands of years to live, or even tens of thousands of years to live.

And Qin An, an earthling, can he live another hundred years? The Azure Sword Race’s King couldn’t possibly have such a short lifespan, could he?

Father’s real age was actually much older than he looked. He was even older than Mu Tie. He might still have less than 10,000 years left in his life, so he was already considering a successor.

However, Qin An was unable to become the Azure Sword King at this point.

Even if he was on the twenty-four-man list…

“Ah!”

Ling Hua sighed again, and then began to laugh at herself. How was that possible? How could Qin An enter the twenty-four-person list? Why did he think of such a thing? Could it be that he had some expectations for him?

The depressed Ling Hua felt very irritated. This was a state of mind that she had never experienced before.

At the center of the huge plaza, Qin An stood there quietly, looking at Dongfang Changqin opposite him.

This person was indeed very handsome, but in terms of the aesthetics of the people of Earth, he was still a little feminine. The ugly thing to say was that he had such a feminine aura.

After he appeared, Dongfang Changqin did not react at all. He still had a faint smile on his face, playing with the strings and singing songs.

Dozens of seconds later, his singing suddenly became loud. The piercing music caused the crowd to stop insulting Qin An, and they were once again shocked by Dongfang Changqin.

After several consecutive climaxes, Dongfang Changqin’s singing finally became exquisite again. It seemed that it was nearing its end.

From beginning to end, Dongfang Changqin ignored Qin An.

Another few dozen seconds later, the song was about to end.

Perhaps because Qin An had not reacted, Dongfang Changqin lost interest. He finally withdrew the star beam radiance that shone on Qin An’s body. Qin An fell into darkness and was forgotten by people at the end of the song.

“That’s great! This is the most beautiful song I’ve ever heard in my life! I’m so touched!”

“Ah … even if I die in this magical beast territory, I have no regrets. The last time I listened to the music of the zither was three thousand years ago. He was on the other side of the continent, three thousand kilometers away from me. I was working as a farmer. His song suddenly sounded unforgettable! Ah, I never thought that I would be able to hear his song so close today! That’s great!”

“I want to cry, I still want to cry! I feel like I like the harp, I want to follow him forever!”

Qin An’s mouth twitched in the darkness, and he felt his chrysanthemum hurt.

Clay Horse!

Are these people brainless?

Sigh, they are indeed aliens. They can’t understand their pursuit of music.

The harp’s song was over, and the night disappeared, and the day rose.

Just as everyone was still discussing and Princess Ling Hua looked at Qin An with a trace of pity in her eyes, the sky suddenly changed and a strange image arose!

Qin An had the ability to control the weather. Since he wanted to act tough, he had to act bigger!

He knew that many people had already noticed him because of Princess Ling Hua’s preferential treatment.

There was no need to keep a low profile at this moment. Since his target was Mo Yudongchen’s chair and Princess Ling Hua’s monarch, he had to bear everyone’s gaze, regardless of whether there was enmity, envy, or hatred behind those eyes!

The dark clouds seemed to be pushed around by a large hand, and in the end, they formed a huge ring in the sky! It was shaped like a mushroom cloud created by the explosion of a projectile, as well as the accumulation of clouds and mist created by an alien spaceship landing!

Everyone was attracted by the aura of the sky, but Princess Linghua still looked at Qin An with determination. She discovered that a very simple zither had suddenly appeared in Qin An’s hand!

Ah… Could it be that he knows how to sing and play?

Also, the zither … Ling Hua’s expression became serious. She could feel the powerful spiritual energy contained within the zither.

This item actually seems to be a little stronger than the Dongfang Chanqin’s chanqin sword. What is it?