It was deathly quiet in the royal palace and in the sky. The people looked at Jing Jiu in front of the grand hall speechlessly, thinking that they had heard it wrong.
You want to fight the Immortal Tan after cultivating for only a few decades?
The Immortal Tan was undoubtedly the strongest swordsman in Chaotian. Like the Immortal Liu Ci, he could break through the Great Formation of the royal palace easily, and his Dao magic had reached the highest state. How could you be his equal?
The Immortal Tan remarked sentimentally, "The confidence and demeanor of the Immortal are still the same as before."
"I'm the sect master of Aoyama, so of course I'll do it," said Jing Jiu.
"Even if you're the reincarnation of the Immortal Jingyang, your Cultivation state is still too low, so you're not my equal," the Immortal Tan said earnestly while looking at him.
Hearing this, the chancellors' voices grew quieter, and the Cultivation practitioners in the sky looked pensive.
It was true that the man in white clothing standing in the square of the royal palace was the youngest sect master of Aoyama, and he was probably the reincarnation of the Immortal Jingyang.
If this was the case, he should be so confident, even though his opponent was the Immortal Tan.
It was an arrogant thing for anybody else, but it was reasonable for the Immortal Jingyang to be so confident.
This was the consensus of the Cultivation circle.
It was like another consensus.
"I've never met a true opponent."
Jing Jiu said.
Jingyang had never had an opponent in his previous life, and he had never been defeated in his life.
Everybody fixed their gazes on the Immortal Tan again, eager to know his decision.
Many people thought that the Immortal Tan would accept Jing Jiu's challenge. It was because Jing Jiu had no chance of defeating the Immortal Jingyang even though he was the reincarnation of the Immortal Jingyang. He had only experienced the Heavenly Tribulation for a short period of time. Unexpectedly, the Immortal Tan shook his head after a long moment of silence.
This meant that he didn't accept the challenge.
After making this decision, the Immortal Tan's expression became a bit more relaxed. The reason was complicated.
In addition, there was a hint of regret in between his eyebrows.
It was the greatest wish of the swordsmen of his generation to fight the Immortal Jingyang.
Jing Jiu said, "Each of the two sects will send ten people to fight ten rounds."
If this was the case, then no matter how powerful Reverend Tan and Reverend Bai were, they would only be able to win two matches, and the outcome of the remaining eight matches would be unknown.
Upon hearing Jing Jiu's words, a Yimaozhai scholar raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Are you preparing to face off against each other?"
"No, this is his confidence in the Aoyama Sect," Bu Qiuxiao said expressionlessly.
It was very obvious that Jing Jiu felt that other than the two Enlightened Masters, Tan and Bai, the rest of the experts from Zhongzhou School were not worth mentioning. They were definitely not a match for the sword cultivators of Aoyama. On second thought, it was indeed so. Excluding Yuan Qijing and Fang Jingtian, Guangyuan Zhenren, Fu Wang, Nan Wang, and Mo Chi, the elders in the peak of the Broken Sea Realm or the upper level, were more than enough to wipe out all the enemies.
After Liu Ci's departure, the fighting prowess of the Aoyama Sect was not as strong as that of Zhongzhou School, but their intermediate fighting prowess was much higher than that of Cloud-Dream Mountain.
Jing Jiu said calmly, "If you think this is not enough to show the full strength of the two sects, you can increase it to one hundred rounds, or even one thousand."
Hearing this, the Yimaozhai scholar stopped talking, and the Cultivation practitioners of other sects were speechless as well.
The total number of the inner sect disciples of the Aoyama Sect was about one thousand.
Jing Jiu was extremely confident in his own Aoyama Sect.
In the morning sunlight, the Immortal Tan suddenly reached out his right hand and said, "Five rounds. The winner will continue."
Those chancellors who had rushed out of the grand hall had already returned to the corridors. It was quiet in the square of the royal palace, resembling the wilderness.
The Immortal Tan and Jing Xin were the only ones standing there, and a small green curtain sedan was parked by the palace wall; nobody noticed it.
After a moment of silence, Jing Jiu said, "Okay."
There was another uproar in heaven and earth.
Nobody thought the Aoyama Sect would win.
Even though Yuan Qijing had come to the royal palace in advance and the Unicorn didn't come out, the Aoyama Sect had no hope of winning.
Who could defeat the Immortal Tan?
And the patch of cloud and fog above the Yintian Gate was glowing slightly under the morning sunlight.
The Immortal Tan didn't show any hint of joy on his face. "Please dismantle the Great Formation of the royal palace; otherwise, it's hard to say that it's fair," he said dully.
Though Jing Jiu didn't do anything, everybody could sense that the Great Formation of the royal palace had been dismantled, and those stone posts had stopped glowing, turning back into inanimate objects.
The Immortal Tan raised his right hand, and a dozen cloud boats in the sky backed off until they were a few miles away from Zhaoge City.
Seeing this scene, the people were startled.
It was said that the Bai family was in charge of the Zhongzhou School and that the sect master was merely an empty position; but it seemed that it was not the case.
"Please," said Jing Jiu.
The Immortal Tan asked, "Which Cultivation friend of the Aoyama Sect will fight first?"
Countless gazes looked up at the sky and the side hall, as if they would see the wind and snow in the next moment.
The morning sunlight dyed the sky red, but there was no sign of rain, let alone snow.
If Yuan Qijing didn't come, where would Fang Jingtian be?
Who would fight if the two swordsmen of the Heavenly Arrival State of Aoyama were not here?
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Jing Xin left the Immortal Tan and walked toward the palace wall, ignoring those eunuchs who were making way for him. The Great Formation of the royal palace had been dismantled, but the square had to be cleared and a new barrier had to be set up; otherwise, the next five fights between the Aoyama Sect and the Zhongzhou School would definitely destroy the entire royal palace.
The Immortal Tan stood in the square casually, his cotton cloth ruffling in the wind, but he gave off a feeling of unparalleled prowess.
The people were certain that the Immortal Tan would win the first fight, and they even thought that he would win five fights in a row. Both Zen Master and Bu Qiuxiao thought so.
Nobody in Aoyama could defeat the Immortal Tan, not even in all of Chaotian, unless the Broadsword King Cao Yuan came from White Town. However, Cao Yuan was a member of the Guocheng Temple and the Windy-Broadsword Church, but he was not a member of Aoyama.
The Immortal Tan stood in the square, waiting in Silence, showing no sign of anxiety.
The clearing of the square continued.
The two Sir Golden Ox came out from the underground and took over part of the control of the Great Formation, setting up the barrier of yuanqi.
A secret guard and a few eunuchs were ready to carry the small green curtain sedan away after they ascertained that the area around the palace wall was safe.
The few eunuchs were scared out of their wits that day, their faces pale. Looking at the figure of the Immortal Tan in the square, their eyes full of fear. After being told by the secret guard in a low voice, they held onto the handle of the small green curtain sedan with trembling hands.
It was then that a voice suddenly came out from the small green curtain sedan, "Did I allow you to move?"
The voice was devoid of any emotion, and it was not pleasant either; it was quite ordinary.
It was like the river and the ocean.
It was like the peak of the sky and the sun.
The voice was not loud, but it spread throughout the whole of the royal palace, Zhaoge City and heaven and earth.
Someone was in the small green curtain sedan?
Countless suspicious gazes were cast in that direction. Some of them wondered if it was the great grandmaster of Shui Yue Nunnery who had come in person.
Those chancellors in the grand hall who had seen Nan Zheng come to report the news were bewildered, wondering why there was someone else here.
What the people found most eerie was that what the person in the small green curtain sedan said sounded like she was talking to those eunuchs, but it was more likely that she was talking to the Immortal Tan and Jing Jiu.
"Did I allow you to move?"
One of them was the Immortal Sect Master of Aoyama, and the other was the Immortal Sect Master of Zhongzhou School.
In all of Chaotian, who had the qualification and courage to talk to them like this at the same time?
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At the beginning of the month, I reported to you that I would move to a new house this month, and there were many things to do. I had to prepare for my whole family in Hubei to avoid the summer heat, so I would update less frequently. I would try my best to update as much as possible. Here is the warning. However, it is quite interesting to think about it. Like what I had done in the past ten years, I would stop updating for various inexplicable reasons when I encountered a blockbuster, and I would do the same when I encountered a climax … Ah, my body feels like that of the First Child Sword.
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