It was a disciple of the Kunlun Sect who spoke. In the first half of the Cultivation tournament, his performance was quite good. However, after running into this group of people the day before yesterday, he was delayed for two days. Now, it seemed that it would be very difficult for him to enter the top ranks. Naturally, he was angry.
What he said was what many people were thinking, but no one said it out loud like he did.
Nine disciples of Aoyama, including Yao Songshan, looked at this person. Their eyes were extremely sharp, like real swords.
This disciple of Kunlun suddenly remembered the mantra of the Sword Sect of Aoyama, and his body suddenly became cold.
He even felt that these eyes were even colder than the wind in the valley, so he shut his mouth subconsciously.
"Are you trying to bully others?"
Two disciples of the Western Sea Sword School walked out of the crowd and said, "Is this fellow from Kunlun wrong?"
Yao Songshan squinted slightly, his clothes fluttering slightly, and his sword will was about to be released. The other disciples of Aoyama were also ready to draw their swords. This was not a matter of bullying others, nor was it a time to argue. Although they did not agree with Jing Jiu's opinion, how could they tolerate the disciples of other sects insulting their teachers?
At this moment, Bai Zao spoke.
She looked at Jing Jiu and said, "The Nishiyama House replied and rejected your request. They sounded very strict, and there may be problems after this."
To put it lightly, Jing Jiu's behavior was reckless. To put it more seriously, he was deliberately sabotaging the grand meeting of the orthodox Cultivation circle that was held once every few years.
Even if he won first place in the Cultivation tournament, he would still be severely punished afterward.
Bai Zao really did not expect that Jing Jiu wanted to leave the snowland with so many people.
Facing unknown dangers, he did not face them together, but ran away?
This was the complete opposite of the Big Brother's behavior.
Logically speaking, Bai Zao should look down on such behavior, but she always felt that Jing Jiu was not such a person, so she only felt puzzled and then at a loss.
Jing Jiu said, "I know they won't agree because I don't have any evidence. I only have a feeling, so I'm just asking."
The disciple of the Western Sea Sword School said in a deep voice, "Do we still have to listen to this crazy talk?"
After saying this, he put away his sword pouch and led his fellow disciples into the canyon.
Many young disciples also stood up. Thinking about how they had been delayed for such a long time, many of them couldn't help but glance at Jing Jiu as they left.
Even if I don't dare to scold you, I can at least look at you, right?
Jing Jiu acted as if he could not sense the meaning behind their gazes and said, "Aoyama disciples, listen up."
Hearing this, the young cultivators in the canyon were slightly shocked, thinking that the Nishiyama House did not agree with him, but he still dared to forcibly stop them?
The Aoyama disciples were also a little surprised, but they still stepped out of the line and stood in front of him.
Jing Jiu did not pay attention to the other young cultivators at all. He looked at them and said, "You stay here and be ready to leave at any time."
Seeing this, Bai Zao had mixed feelings, thinking that no wonder he did not care about the Nishiyama House's reply. It turned out that he only wanted to bring the disciples of the Aoyama Sect back.
From the beginning until now, the route that Jing Jiu had planned was to gather the ten groups together, because there were disciples of Aoyama in these groups.
He had not thought about anything else.
The Aoyama disciples were a little surprised and confused, thinking that the masters had already rejected him, so why did he still want to leave?
The Kunlun disciple had already come back to his senses. Thinking of his previous cowardice, he was a little embarrassed and said sarcastically, "So the disciples of Aoyama are also afraid of death?"
The disciples of Aoyama looked at this person with even colder eyes.
The Kunlun disciple was scared, but looking at the other cultivators around him, he summoned up his courage and said, "What? You dare to do it, but you don't dare to let others talk about it? "
The disciples of Aoyama looked terrible, and their feelings were extremely complicated.
If they really stayed and left later, what would that mean?
Since when did the disciples of Aoyama become the weaklings who avoided fighting and retreated?
The disciple of Liangwang Peak named Lei Il-kyung was a little annoyed. He looked at Jing Jiu and said, "Uncle … Jing Jiu, do you think that the front is very dangerous?"
Jing Jiu said, "That's right. It is not a danger that you young disciples can bear."
The disciples of Liangwang Peak had a very bad impression of Jing Jiu.
The fact that Jing Jiu had won the first place in the Cultivation tournament had changed Lei Il-kyung's opinion, but he still couldn't help but feel strongly against Jing Jiu's words.
"Cultivators either die of old age or die in the north. These are the two most common ways of returning home in the past ten thousand years."
Lei Il-kyung said in a deep voice, "I joined Liangwang Peak, so I chose the latter. Why should I be afraid of danger? Uncle, please grant my wish! "
"That's right. This has always been a trial."
Bai Zao looked at Jing Jiu and said, "The test of life and death is the true meaning of the Cultivation tournament. Only in this way can the Dao Heart be truly tranquil."
Jing Jiu said, "In my opinion, the Cultivation tournament has always been meaningless."
Hearing this, the valley that was already a little chaotic suddenly became dead silent.
Bai Zao couldn't believe what he had heard.
Yin Qingmo and the other five young Cultivation practitioners had been with Jing Jiu since the beginning, so they trusted him the most.
Even though Jing Jiu had caused public anger, they still stood behind Jing Jiu and Bai Zao in silence.
But when they heard what Jing Jiu had said, their expressions became uneasy.
What Jing Jiu said directly denied the intention of those legendary Cultivation practitioners who had founded the Plum Meeting.
"The purpose of Cultivation is longevity. Life and death are the most important things, and they should be respected. It is disrespectful to use them as a test."
Jing Jiu continued, "And the tranquility of the Dao Heart depends on self-reflection, and has nothing to do with external things."
That disciple of Kunlun thought Jing Jiu was a madman who couldn't be communicated with.
Many young Cultivation practitioners shook their heads speechlessly, and were about to leave.
Lei Il-kyung couldn't control his emotion any longer, and said to Jing Jiu, "Senior Master, please forgive me for not being able to obey your order."
Having said that, he turned around and walked toward the inside of the valley.
The rest of the disciples of Aoyama looked at Jing Jiu hesitantly, not knowing what to do.
Even the disciples of Aoyama had different opinions; what would Jing Jiu do?
Bai Zao glanced at Jing Jiu worriedly.
Looking at the back of Lei Il-kyung, Jing Jiu raised his right hand after a moment of silence.
The iron sword broke through the cloth and turned into a black light, striking down at Lei Il-kyung.
A burst of surprised screams broke out in the valley.
Sensing the formidable sword will behind him, Lei Il-kyung called out his flying sword reflexively to counter it.
He was indeed an outstanding disciple of Liangwang Peak; both his reaction speed and the speed of his sword drawing were very timely. Dang!
Dang! Dang! Dang!
Dang! The two sword lights traveled at a high speed in front of the cliff wall, colliding with each other constantly. The air waves generated by the collision brought up countless snowflakes, and the powerful sword wills penetrated the cliff wall, causing the mountain rocks to fall down with rustling sounds.
In an instant, the result of the sword fight had been determined.
There was a muffled boom.
Lei Il-kyung hit the cliff wall heavily, and then slid down to the ground.
The flying sword returned to his side, hovering quietly in the air, making a buzzing sound.
A trickle of blood seeped out from the corner of Lei Il-kyung's mouth, and his eyes were blank.
It was not until now that he realized what had happened.
If he had known it was Jing Jiu's sword, he wouldn't have dared to draw his sword back.
The disciples of Aoyama were very surprised. They hurried to the edge of the cliff and helped Lei Il-kyung up. After confirming that he was not seriously injured, they were relieved.
A young disciple from Liangwang Peak couldn't suppress his anger. He looked at Jing Jiu and said, "Senior Master! Why did you do this? "
The rest of the disciples of Aoyama were also angry.
Obviously, Jing Jiu's intention was to stop Lei Il-kyung from leaving, and for this reason, he even drew his sword against Lei Il-kyung.
Jing Jiu looked at the disciples of Aoyama and said, "You too. There is no reason not to obey, because I don't forgive."
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If I don't forgive, you can't leave.
Jing Jiu's way of doing things was very tough, and it could be said that he was completely unreasonable.
The disciples of Aoyama were certainly not convinced.
They had cultivated diligently for many years, and it wasn't easy for them to qualify for the Sword Trial and participate in the Cultivation tournament on behalf of Green Mountain. However, they were forced to leave before they could show their talents. Who would be willing to accept that? And this was not the most important thing. The most important thing was that the reputation of the Aoyama Sect would not be tarnished because of them.
If they really listened to Jing Jiu and withdrew from the Cultivation tournament today, the Aoyama Sect would become a laughingstock in the world of Cultivation.
The problem was, what could they do even if they were not convinced?
Jing Jiu was young, and he had been in the mountain gate for a shorter time than them, but he was still the senior master of Shenmo Peak.
Would they dare to draw their swords against him?
Thinking of this possibility, the hands of the disciples of Aoyama trembled.
Yao Songshan stared at them and shouted in a deep voice, "Do you dare to offend your superiors? Do you want to go to Shangde Peak and be pierced by thousands of swords? "
The disciples of Aoyama lowered their heads and were speechless. Of course, they did not dare to draw their swords against Jing Jiu, but they felt wronged and disappointed.
"I didn't expect to see a good show of the disciples of Aoyama Sword Sect killing each other."
The disciple of the Western Sea Sword School mocked, "Oh, no, I was wrong. It should be the senior master who is afraid of death teaching the junior nephews who are ashamed."
Jing Jiu glanced at the person.
Bai Zao knew that the situation was not good, and he knew that he could not stop it in time, so he took out his magic treasure without hesitation.
His sleeves billowed in the cold wind, and a magic treasure appeared in front of the cliff. It was about the size of a wine cup, and its shape was similar to the Heart-cleansing Bell of the Platanus Sect.
The magic treasure grew with the wind, and in an instant, it turned into a small bell. It was dark green in color, as if it was made of bronze, but there were countless streaks of dark light flowing on its surface, giving it an indescribable sense of beauty and pressure.
"The Flowing-light Bell!"
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