Free Web NovelJiang Chulong was holding the little rabbit with Yao Race Bloodline in her arms, fiddling with the two small leaves on its head, and looked up to see Li Dage and everyone, even Ying Bing, looking at her with grave expressions.
“What’s wrong?”
“Chu Long, if you win against Brother Murong, you’ll have to face Jiang Yu.”
A cryptic light from the Tianming Divine Eye flashed in Li Mo’s eyes.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Chulong’s small face visibly paled a few shades, and she hung her head, her timid appearance reminding Li Mo of the first time he met her, when she was still the beggar Xiao Jiang... In the Tianming Divine Eye, Xiao Jiang’s golden Tianming suddenly became shrouded in a layer of shadowy gray.
Her recent encounters had turned into: “Because she feared fighting Jiang Yu, she dared not draw her sword on stage. Compared to Jiang Yu, she feared even more the Sword Bone that had been passed down from her mother and then stolen from her. From then on, the gap between her and Jiang Yu grew wider and wider...”
“How were these names drawn? Is it really such a coincidence?”
“Chu Long only just entered the Qianlong Ranking, how can she fight Jiang Yu?”
“I just concocted a very potent medicine, and it happens to comply with the competition rules, but I hope it won’t be needed,” Huang Donglai said with a deep expression.
Xiao Qin shook his head and said, “Xiao Jiang, you should just concede later. Let Brother Murong fight Jiang Yu. My teacher said you have no chance of winning.”
“Me?”
Murong Xiao pointed to himself, his eyes wide.
Is a monk’s life not a life?
Everyone felt that Xiao Jiang should just give up.
But Jiang Chulong looked helplessly at Li Mo and Ying Bing.
Ying Bing’s serene eyes flickered. After some deliberation, she sighed, and her vermilion lips parted... but Li Mo spoke first: “I think we can give it a try.”
Everyone looked at him in confusion.
Jiang Yu had already reached Guan Shen Nine Apertures a long time ago, and ever since he ascended to Qianlong First, he had never fallen from it.
Xie Xuan couldn’t help but say, “Actually, the gap between Jiang Yu and me has been increasing year by year.”
“The first time, I only lost to him by half a move. The second time, I struggled to continue after fifty moves. This time, the gap might be even larger, because I feel... a certain Divine Intention within him is gradually being controlled by him.”
“Perhaps in the future, no sword user will be able to defeat him.”
In fact, putting that aside, the difference in Realm alone was enough to cause despair.
It is said that a sword user can be defeated, but not knocked down.
But one also shouldn't foolishly charge into battle like an egg hitting a rock.
Jiang Chulong didn't think about it that much and cheered herself on.
Li Mo, on the other hand, subtly exchanged a glance with Murong Xiao. Monk Zang Ai understood and followed him to the side:
“Brother Li, what exactly are you thinking? Do you have another idea?”
Murong Xiao had become much calmer after joining Buddhism.
And it was well known that Xiao Li was the Qingyuan Sect’s idea man.
Li Mo raised an eyebrow at him and said, “Swordsmen are supposed to draw their swords when facing an enemy, right? If Xiao Jiang shrinks back before the fight, it will greatly affect her Heart-Nature.”
Murong Xiao recalled that among the opponents he had encountered, swordsmen were the most prone to getting carried away.
“But what if she loses her life...”
“It doesn’t matter. This is when you, Monk Zang Ai, make your move!”
“?”
“As long as Xiao Jiang’s sword cannot break through your defense, then she naturally won’t encounter Jiang Yu. I have already prepared a method for you...”
The two whispered for a while.
Soon after, the matches on the various arenas began.
Li Mo’s match ended the quickest.
After Zhong Zhenyue stepped onto the stage and saw Li Mo’s serious expression, he said, sweating profusely:
“Brother Li, don’t make a move, it’s me!”
Then he jumped off the stage.
The few people from Qingyuan Sect found this scene somewhat familiar. The difference was that this time, no one shouted
foul play,
because anyone with eyes knew that Zhong Zhenyue had no chance of winning anyway.
What disappointed everyone more was that no one was telling stories on the Wang Qi Dou Hun stage this time.
The judging panel focused more on another stage.
As Qianlong First, Jiang Yu was the second to defeat his opponent.
“This Qu Songyun is a Jianghu wanderer, but her martial arts are truly not weak. She actually managed to take the Crown Prince’s first move?”
“As a woman, her body tempering skills have reached Perfection. Could she have eaten heavenly venerable brand instant noodles?”
“It’s a pity. If she hadn’t met Jiang Yu so early, she might have gone further.”
On the jiangshan sheji map, Qu Songyun was a woman with half her face covered by hair and bronze skin, her physique a miniature version of Guo Jing.
Facing Jiang Yu, she even dared to launch a preemptive attack.
But in a flash, a palm suddenly appeared before her, accompanied by a Dragon roar, rapidly enlarging in her pupils. She tried to dodge but found she couldn't escape the palm’s embrace.
In her eyes, Jiang Yu’s figure disappeared, seemingly becoming a Golden Dragon. The True Dragon Body allowed him to naturally achieve the unity of body and spirit.
She moved one arm, but then restrained herself, watching as she was sent flying off the stage.
“The True Dragon Body truly lives up to its reputation as the strongest physique in the world,” Qu Songyun swallowed the blood in her mouth expressionlessly.
Jiang Yu said indifferently, “Major Achievement in body tempering, rare.”
It seemed this victory was insignificant to him. freewebnoveℓ.com
And it was true. His gaze was fixed on the arena not far away... Jiang Chulong’s fight with Monk Zang Ai was so boring that the audience below the stage was almost falling asleep.
“This Great Master, why don’t you move a little?”
“He cultivates the Immovable Wisdom King’s Golden Body. No one in the Hanging Temple has practiced this for hundreds of years. I heard it makes even the Xuan Turtle Race of the North Sea feel inferior.”
“It’s fine if he doesn’t move, but why does he keep chanting? It makes me want to go up there and beat him to death.”
The young talents and Jianghu figures below the stage talked, but in reality, they all recognized Murong Xiao’s prowess.
Not many people in the entire arena were confident they could break his defense, and the key was that even if they did, it would be useless because the damage dealt wouldn’t be as much as what he recovered... “If I can’t break my Immovable Wisdom King’s body, I probably can’t break the True Dragon Body either.”
Murong Xiao had a solemn and dignified appearance.
The Qing Ye Sword struck him, emitting intense sparks, but it didn't even leave a trace of a white mark.
“Is that so...”
Jiang Chulong, on the contrary, felt a sense of relief in her heart.
Perhaps Murong Xiao himself found it boring, so he asked, “Xiao Jiang, isn’t Brother Li the owner of Fengyue Small Building? What does Fengyue Small Building do?”
Li Mo: “!”
No good!
“Chu Long, don’t tell him!”
Jiang Chulong obediently didn't say anything, but someone in the audience smacked his lips and said:
“What’s there to hide? Isn’t it just a brothel? ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) Has the Great Master ever touched women? Hehe...”
Several of the men who had been to Fengyue Small Building around them showed slightly lewd smiles.
Murong Xiao’s body trembled... On the judging panel, the Purple-Robed Eunuch, Xie Yiding of Tianshan Sword Manor, and Divine Craftsman Du were still serving as judges.
“Du Lao, what do you think?” the Purple-Robed Eunuch asked.
After careful observation, Xie Yiding said, “I was far from being as skilled in the young lady’s sword Dao at her age. And this sword technique seems... to be more lethal for observing certain Divine Intention, or certain Yao Race?”
“Like Jiao, snakes, and so on,” Du Lao chuckled.
He was just short of saying it was related to Dragon-kind, but since the royal family was often said to have True Dragon Bloodline, he found it difficult to speak out loud.
Xie Yiding shook his head and said, “This Zang... uh, Monk Zang Ai is a Buddhist, so it’s naturally impossible for him to observe any Divine Intention like True Dragon or Jiao Dragon, let alone any Bloodline...”
“Hey! Manor Lord Xie!”
“What’s wrong?”
“The Great Master has horns growing on his head!”
