Chi Yan was taken aback.
He didn't expect Jing Jiu to say he wanted to participate in the Sword Trial after mentioning the Plum Meeting.
The others didn't expect it either. The stone forest was shrouded in an eerie silence.
Chi Yan came back to his senses and thought it was ridiculous. "You're not a disciple of the third generation anymore, so you can't participate in the Sword Trial," he said.
"Then how can I participate in the Plum Meeting?" Jing Jiu asked.
Chi Yan thought Jing Jiu was already a master of the second generation. If he really wanted to go to the Plum Meeting and be humiliated by Tong Yan, he would have a way, like being the leader of the group.
Jing Jiu said, "Many people won't be convinced if I can get the qualification to go to the Plum Meeting without participating in the Sword Trial."
The crowd thought, "So you know it."
Of course, no one was convinced by Jing Jiu, especially those disciples who had a high Cultivation state and wanted to show their skills at the Sword Trial. They admitted that Jing Jiu had a high talent in sword work, but he was too young and had a low Cultivation state. If he hadn't been lucky enough to climb the top of Shenmo Peak with Zhao Layue, he wouldn't have become their senior master.
"So I still have to participate."
Jing Jiu looked in the direction of the disciples of Liangwang Peak and said, "As long as I win, nobody will be convinced."
Hearing this, the disciples of Aoyama were in an uproar, thinking this person was so arrogant.
Chi Yan thought for a while and said, "The drawing of lots is over. It's too late to arrange it now."
Jing Jiu said, "Just name someone."
Jian Rushan could name someone to challenge him, so he could name someone else to challenge.
Many gazes followed Jing Jiu's gaze to the second stone platform in the cliff.
"Please advise me."
Jing Jiu said while looking at a disciple of Liangwang Peak.
That person was a little chubby and looked harmless to humans and animals.
The fat disciple was called Ma Hua, an inconspicuous name. He was ranked thirty-seventh on Liangwang Peak, which was also inconspicuous.
The disciples of Liangwang Peak were very famous, but many people didn't know him, which showed how low-key he was, or how easily he was neglected.
The disciples couldn't understand why Jing Jiu wanted to challenge this person by name.
As for the outcome … Jing Jiu was still in the State of Inherited Will. Theoretically, any disciple of Liangwang Peak could easily defeat him. However, not long ago, Jian Ruoshan, ranked 46th on Liangwang Peak, was easily defeated by Liu Shisui. Who knew if Jing Jiu would surprise them again?
The sword light moved slightly, and Ma Hua came to the scene. He looked at Jing Jiu with a smile and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "How did you know that I was the one who reported Liu Shisui?"
Jing Jiu said, "I don't know."
Ma Hua's expression changed slightly. "Then why do you want to challenge me?"
He thought he had guessed the truth — Jing Jiu wanted to avenge Liu Shisui.
Jing Jiu did not know that Shanghai Peak suspected that Liu Shisui was involved in the death of Zuo Yi of Bihu Peak because Ma Hua found that Liu Shisui was not there that night.
He also did not know that Ma Hua and Gu Han already knew that he was not there that night. In order to cover up for him, Liu Shisui insisted on not saying where he was.
He only knew that this inconspicuous fat man was the military counselor of Liangwang Peak, and the trap set by Liu Shisui should be this person's plan.
Most importantly, he had not liked this fat man since the Stream of Sword Washing.
Ma Hua stopped smiling and looked at him seriously.
Four years had passed, and he found that he still could not see through this young man. That was why he had been vigilant and even hostile toward him.
"I know you must be hiding your strength. For example, no one has ever seen you ride a sword. But I am sure that you have been able to …"
He said to Jing Jiu, "So, no matter who wins today, I can see some of your secrets. It is not bad."
After saying this, he rode his sword, broke through the clouds, and landed on a stone pillar high up.
Judging from the sword light, Ma Hua should be in the initial state of the Undefeated, which was a bit ordinary by the standard of Liangwang Peak.
Countless eyes fell on Jing Jiu, full of curiosity.
Many sword-washing disciples could ride a sword, not to mention the disciples participating in the Sword Trial today.
Normally, Jing Jiu should have been able to ride a sword, but no one had ever seen him do it.
Some even thought that he had encountered some strange obstacles in his sword cultivation.
People were curious to know how he was going to climb up the stone pillar that was more than a thousand feet high.
If he could not even climb up the stone pillar, how could he talk about the Sword Trial?
Chi Yan raised his right hand, inviting him to go ahead.
Jing Jiu untied the iron sword from his back and held it up in the air.
This posture looked a bit weird, like a hunter walking into a dark forest with a torch in his hand.
Seeing this, the disciples were slightly surprised, wondering what he was going to do.
Chi Yan thought of a possibility and raised his eyebrows slightly.
Some gray-haired elders on the stone platform also felt they had seen it somewhere before. They wondered with uncertainty if this was the Burning Sky Move of the Nine Deaths Sword Formula.
In ancient times, there were many ways for swordsmen to ride a sword. Later, there were fewer and fewer ways. Now, people only rode on swords. There was a reason for this.
Riding on swords allowed one to come and go freely and easily. More importantly, when a practitioner stood on a sword, he could use his empty hands to perform the Sword Formula, which made it easier for him to attack.
If one used other ways to ride a sword, he would need to hold the sword hilt with his hands, which would naturally be less flexible.
A buzzing sound suddenly came from the bottom of the stone forest.
Air billowed and gravel rolled. Jing Jiu disappeared from where he was.
No one realized what had happened.
People looked up subconsciously and saw a hole in the clouds in the sky. They could vaguely see a black dot.
Did he flee out of fear or something?
Countless gazes fell on the sky. It was quiet.
With a whistling sound of the sword, Jing Jiu reappeared in people's sight, landing on a stone pillar.
No matter what others thought of him, he was very calm.
Zhao Layue felt a bit embarrassed and lowered her head to drink her tea.
She guessed that it was because he hadn't flown on a sword for a long time that he was a bit rusty and couldn't control it, so … he flew a bit too high.
It was indeed very high.
The masters of the Aoyama saw clearly that Jing Jiu flew to the top of the Aoyama formation before he landed. They couldn't help but be amazed.
— — He was still in the Inherited Will, but he could fly to such a height on a sword in such a short time. This young disciple was indeed a genius swordsman worthy of the expectations of the Aoyama.
On a stone pillar dozens of feet away, Ma Hua's fat face showed a serious expression for the first time. He said, "I didn't expect your swordsmanship to be so good. I guess you are preparing to amaze the world at some point in the future. I feel sorry for you that you were forced to use it today."
Jing Jiu didn't say anything. He never rode on a sword in the past. It had nothing to do with hiding his strength and hoping to amaze the world at one point. He had his own reasons.
Ma Hua smiled and suddenly jumped on his sword again, landing on a stone pillar further away.
Now the distance between the two stone pillars was more than three hundred feet.
The flying sword of the disciples of the Inherited Will State couldn't kill more than three hundred feet.
Even if Jing Jiu was talented and his swordsmanship was far superior to the ordinary disciples of the Inherited Will State, his flying sword would be like an arrow at the end of its flight in front of Ma Hua.
Seeing this, the disciples of the Shanghai Peak and the other peaks frowned. Only the disciples of Liangwang Peak didn't change their expressions.
They were familiar with Ma Hua's style of doing things. They knew he wouldn't miss any details and wouldn't care about other people's evaluation. He just wanted to win.
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