Parrot Bites Tongue

Mysterious and curious swords scattered across the earth, waiting for their world-renowned Sword Masters.
Who can comprehend the miraculous skill that has been passed down from millennia?
The city of Chang'an hides those who carry the power of fire and sun, the central plains house giant decaying millennial families, the wild warriors of the Northern Territory silently sharpen their blades, the dance of deceit and cunning occurs among the southern kingdoms...
Above the lofty tranquility, a pair of world-dominating gray eyes are slowly opening.
Pei Ye raises his head, pulling the Longsword from his stomach: "Immortal Lord of the True Dragon Taiyi... let's see, who is whose prey."

The Lord who use immortals as food

Along with the announcement of names, a huge name came into everyone's view.


The Autumn Martial Arts Tournament in Bo Wangzhou! The first round of the first match!" The announcer's True Qi was profound, his voice reaching the entire venue.


"First arena: Shang Huaitong, Jian Zimin! Second arena: Pei Ye, Feng Guangsui! Third arena: Niu Zhaoke, Hua Caiyan! Fourth arena: Ding Zhuo, He Wenhong!"


Pei Ye was experiencing for the first time what a human tide felt like.


In such a large crowd, there was no need for an intense shout. As long as people simultaneously let out a moderate gasp, it becomes a surge of voices.


And clearly, the source of this surge of voices was just those two names that were just announced.


The opening fight would reveal Shang Huaitong and Pei Ye.


Was this really decided by drawing lots? Who said that the local government would not cater to the audience's taste!


Chapter 120 Golden Autumn_3