As soon as he said this, Yin Changgeng, Han Xingyan, Li Yibai, Song Tinglu, and Shan Yiyi were all shocked beyond words.
To Qi Jiajie, who had the potential to become the grandmaster of swordsmanship, he said he couldn't even draw his sword out of the scabbard?
Perhaps in Jianghu for a thousand years, only Ancestor Lu, who passed the Gate of Heaven but never entered, could say this.
This guy with a book under his arm, was he trying to oppress others with his power? Although Qi Jiajie didn't dominate the martial arts world with his abundant Qi, he was able to become the best swordsman in the capital. His strength was close behind the fourteen Wu Judges. It would be ridiculous if he couldn't even draw his sword.
It was clear that a battle was imminent, but Chai Qingshan, who was inexplicably involved in the center of the storm, didn't move. He didn't intend to take Li Yibai and his two disciples away, nor did he circulate his Qi to prevent any accidents. Obviously, if Hsu Fengnian and Qi Jiajie were to fight freely, there wouldn't be much difference whether they were in or out of the town. Chai Qingshan must have bet that the confrontation between the two would be a gentleman's fight. The two sides would form a tacit agreement to fight within a square inch, so as not to implicate the people in the town. How could Chai Qingshan miss such a rare opportunity to train his mind in martial arts when he had a certain level of insight and experience as a bystander with a certain level of expertise? How could Chai Qingshan miss such a rare opportunity?
Qi Jiajie tilted the famous sword Chang Dao, which was cast from the Jinglong Sword Furnace. It was three feet and three inches long. His five slender fingers didn't reach out to draw the sword, but the Chang Dao suddenly sounded like a dragon's cry. Less than an inch out of the scabbard, the inn suddenly felt a cold wind blowing against their faces.
This time, after a slight "stop", the Chang Dao's length suddenly increased to more than three inches.
The Chang Dao left the scabbard twice, both times very smoothly.
But in this world, things could be done once or twice, but not thrice.
The Chang Dao didn't move at all. The three people from Dongyue Sword Lake, who had sharpened their hearing after practicing martial arts, could already hear the constant sound of mosquitoes and flies flapping their wings.
Yin Changgeng and the others also noticed that outside the eaves, on the streets of the town, dust gradually flew into the air, forming land tornadoes. They spun slowly, like a group of women in yellow dancing gracefully.
Finally, at an extremely slow speed that even Gao Shiqing could see with the naked eye, the longsword left its sheath by another inch or so.
However, Qi Jiajie's Sichuan brocade robe, which seemed to be untainted no matter where he was, began to tremble slightly, like a dragonfly touching the surface of a calm lake, causing ripples.
Under the scorching sun in Escape Summer Town, the place where Qi Jiajie stood under the eaves of the inn happened to be alternating between light and dark. Originally, it was difficult for ordinary people to perceive the light, but now it was not only clearly visible, but also distorted in an instant.
Song Tinglu and Shan Yiyi blinked at the same time, thinking that their eyes were playing tricks on them. However, after blinking, those strange lights were indeed like snakes.
At the same time, the small tornadoes on the street shattered and dissipated.
The saber finally came out of its sheath another inch.
Gao Shiqing was completely unaware that she was already sweating profusely. The black hair on her temples was wet and stuck to her crimson cheeks. Zhao Wenwei also subconsciously loosened her fists and spread out her palms to wipe the sweat on her robe.
The white-clothed girl with a sword on her back was also an outsider, but in fact, she was more nervous than Gao Shiqing and the others. She whispered to the boy of the same sect, "Song Tinglu, do you think Qi Jiajie's sword can be completely unsheathed?"
The sword at his waist was actually four feet long. Song Tinglu thought for a moment and solemnly said, "Call me Senior Brother, and I'll tell you the answer."
The young girl wore a sword-shaped red sandalwood hairpin, and her willowy eyebrows were as thin as swords. Therefore, when she frowned, she appeared particularly heroic. However, the young girl quickly smiled brightly and sweetly called out, "Senior Brother."
The boy shivered as if he had seen a ghost during the day. He then pretended to be stupid and laughed, "The answer is … I don't know."
Given the girl's temper, if it was in the past, she would've already drawn her sword and slashed the future sect master of Sword Lake until he ran all over the mountain. However, today, she took a deep breath for the first time and let Song Tinglu go. The latter soon understood the reason behind it and rolled his eyes. Compared to Zhao Wenwei's irritation when she glared at her junior sister in the past, the boy, who was quite energetic, had suddenly turned into a frosted eggplant, and he looked listless. There was no helping it. Her Junior Sister had to carefully maintain her ladylike image in front of her, as well as a certain person that almost all the other Senior Sisters and Junior Sisters of Sword Lake admired. Her Junior Sister was a person who would've probably never come into contact with yellow rouge in her entire life. However, after arriving in Youzhou, every time she saw a cosmetic shop on the street, she couldn't move her feet away. At that time, even if she had to make a scene, she should've told her master not to agree to come to Beiliang with her Junior Sister.
After the dust that had created the small tornado dissipated, it was blown up by the wind. Hsu Fengnian waved his hand and gently scattered it.
Qi Jiajie bent the fingers of his sword-wielding hand and turned it into an illusory grip on the saber. The saber spun rapidly, as if thunder was rolling in his palm.
Seizing the opportunity, the saber was forcibly pulled out of its sheath by three inches.
However, a spider web appeared on the bluestone floor under the Northern Sword Hero's feet, and the cracks continued to expand and extend outwards. Gao Shilian was so frightened that he hurriedly pulled Zhao Wenwei back in a hurry.
The young couple, Yin Changgeng and Zhao Chunyuan, both saw Sir Qi's white robe begin to flutter. Then, the movement became louder and louder, flapping in the wind like a war banner on the battlefield.
Zhao Wenwei, who previously had the leisure to secretly size up the white-clothed girl, felt uneasy. She wanted nothing more than to cheer for the immortal Sir Qi. She desperately hoped that Sir Qi would pull out the entire saber in one spurt of energy and extinguish the arrogance of the young King of Beiliang! However, to be honest, after seeing this notorious Northwest Vassal King with her own eyes, putting aside his provocative words, he was no different from those outstanding scholars Zhao Wenwei had seen when she was studying in the Diligent Department of the Imperial Palace and Zhao Jiaweng Imperial College. He had a good background, a good appearance, and a good temper. He was the kind of person who could be hated even if she didn't like him.
When Qi Jiajie finally raised his right hand, he put two fingers together and hovered in the air an inch above the saber. Qi Jiajie's momentum suddenly changed. If before he was like the Five Great Mountains towering over the Central Plains, now he was like the Guangling River surging eastward into the sea.
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