The phone is an unfamiliar number.

"Hey, whoever. After Ye Xiong answered the phone, he asked directly.

This number was the most called of the missed calls, dozens of calls, almost every half hour.

"It's me, Yiyi. There was a muffled crying voice on the other end of the phone.

Yiyi, the granddaughter of the Sanqing Daoist.

"Miss Yiyi, is there something wrong?" Ye Xiong asked.

"My grandfather died. ”

Yi Yi couldn't hold back her crying anymore, and across the phone, Ye Xiong could feel her liver and intestines broken.

This first beauty in Xianmen, Ye Xiong doesn't agree with her character, she thinks she looks down on people, she looks cold and cold, although later, Ye Xiong's strength has soared, and her opinion of herself has completely changed, but Ye Xiong still remembers the arrogance in her eyes when she was weak.

But I have to say that her feelings for her grandfather in her heart are very deep, otherwise she wouldn't have betrayed herself in order to find her missing grandfather.

Now that Sanqing Dao has an accident, her sadness is also reasonable.

"Miss Yiyi, what's going on?" Ye Xiong hurriedly asked.

"There is a famous monk named Chizaoji in the island country, who came to Xianmen to challenge, humiliated the Chinese monks in every way, saying that we are the sick men of East Asia, my grandfather couldn't look at it, and came forward to fight, and was beaten to death in the ring. In addition to my grandfather, there are more than a dozen martial arts cultivators in Huaxia who have been seriously injured, and the master of the void has been abolished and cultivated, and now the four big characters of the sick man in East Asia are still hanging on the Xianmen door number, before my grandfather died, let me be sure to find you. ”

Yi Yi suppressed her crying and said this.

Since the dantian was abolished two years ago, Ye Xiong felt that his heart was as calm as water, but after hearing Yiyi's words, he still couldn't help but be angry.

Not to mention the hundred-year-old grievances between Huaxia and the island country, Chizuo Temple alone made him angry.

"I'll go to Xianmen right away, and let him see who is the sick man of East Asia when the time comes. Ye Xiong said coldly.

"My grandfather is right, you will not run away, we will wait for you. Yiyi cried and hung up the phone.

Ye Xiong went straight to the airport, and he answered several phone calls along the way, all of which were from people he knew, and he got his phone calls through various channels, for the same thing, the island country provoked the reputation of Huaxia State.

At this time, he suddenly received a call from an evil spirit.

"Do you know about the Xianmen?" the evil spirit asked directly.

"Got it, dozens of people are looking for me. Ye Xiong said.

"I advise you not to go, or you may get into big trouble. ”

"Why?" Ye Xiong asked curiously.

"Do you think Chi Zao Temple did this just to humiliate Huaxia Xiuzhen?"

"Could it be that there are other reasons?" Ye Xiong thought for a moment and blurted out: "Is it for the Immortal Ascension Conference." ”

"That's right, half a year later, there will be the Immortal Ascension Conference, and this is the rehearsal of the Immortal Ascension Conference. In order to understand the strength of each country, some of the big families of cultivators in the world have sent people to find out the strength of cultivators in various countries in the name of challenging the reputation of the country. If you fight, you will lose your dignity, and if you win, you will be hunted down by overseas cultivation forces, after all, if you die, then the Immortal Ascension Conference will have one less powerful competitor. The evil spirit explained.

"A poisonous stratagem. Ye Xiong finally understood.

"For cultivators, the so-called national glory has been looked down upon, if you can set foot in the cultivation realm, who will remember which planet you are, the people of that country. The evil spirit continued.

"I don't agree with you, the glory of the country is supreme. Ye Xiong said sonorously.

"I'm just reminding you that as for what you choose, it's up to you. After the evil spirit finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Ye Xiong held the phone in a daze, and fell into deep thought.

He can imagine that whether he wins or loses, he will cause a lot of trouble in this fight.

If he loses, the name of King Jiangnan will be discredited, and if he wins, he will have a stronger opponent to kill him.

However, Ye Xiong's dictionary does not have the word fear at all.

In this battle, he not only had to fight, but also fought fiercely, and wanted everyone to know that the cultivators in Huaxia were not bullied by others.

He was born in the military, and the reputation of the country is more important than anything else.

A day later, Ye Xiong arrived at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains.

At this time, at the foot of the Tianshan Mountain, thousands of cultivators gathered and walked towards the mountain in an endless stream.

Looking at the crowd, one can imagine how great the sensation this challenge has caused.

He blended in with the crowd and walked in the direction of the fairy gate.

In the distance, a huge banner stretched out in the middle of the mountain, waving in the wind, with four large characters written on it: The Sick Man of East Asia.

Under the banner, a large open space was revealed, and in the middle, a short monk dressed in black samurai stood in the middle, with an arrogant expression.

He should be the so-called challenger, Ikehayaji.

There was a person standing opposite him, Luo Zhen, the head of the Heavenly Gate, who was once the sworn enemy of the Sanqing Daoist.

Outside the field, thousands of monks looked at the two people in the field with blazing eyes and shouted loudly.

"Head Luo, come on. ”

"Master Luo, you will win. ”

"Come on, Huaxia. ”

Thousands of people shouted slogans together, and the momentum was shocking.

"Islanders, go back. ”

"Chihayaji, sooner or later, die. ”

"Sooner or later, I'll die. ”

Countless people shouted, and the crowd was furious.

In the face of the abuse of thousands of people in the audience, Chihayaji squinted his eyes and said arrogantly: "In ten days, there are not 10,000 but 8,000 people who scold me for dying, but I am still standing well, but it is your people, who are either dead or injured, don't you think it's ironic?"

Ikehayaji laughed as he spoke, his voice full of sarcasm.

Luo Zhen suddenly reached out and pressed down.

The people around him suddenly calmed down.

"Chizao Temple, I am Luo Zhen, the head of Tianmen, and the reason why I am standing here today is to tell you that there are so many hot-blooded men in our Huaxia, as long as you challenge for a day, there will be people to fight until the day when King Jiangnan appears. Luo Zhen said loudly.

"The bullshit King of Jiangnan, the shrunken turtle, if he had the guts, he wouldn't have not come for ten days and let so many of you come to die. Chihayaji spoke broken Chinese, and his voice was full of mockery. "However, my words have been released, as long as you have someone to fight and die every day, I will come, if there is a break for a day, I will leave, and I will see how many of you are not afraid of death. ”

"None of our Chinese cultivators are afraid of death. ”

"We will definitely hold out until the day when Jiangnan comes back. ”

"You're just waiting for King Jiangnan to clean up your dog's life. ”

An earth-shattering roar sounded from the field, and the sound pierced Ye Xiong's heart one after another.

It turned out that in order to wait for him to come, there have always been cultivators who are not afraid of death who have stood up and used their lives to maintain the dignity of the country.

It turned out that so many people were looking forward to him.

His blood immediately boiled.

However, he still suppressed the impulse in his heart, because he wanted to see how strong Chihayaji had reached.

"Don't waste time, do it!"

Chi Zaoji faced Luo Zhen and said arrogantly: "After the fight, I have to go down the mountain to find a few Huaxia girls to play, saying that your Huaxia Xiuzhen is very poor, but the woman looks really good, and it is very cool to do." ”

Luo Zhen was so angry that his beard was cocked, and after being angry, a sword slashed over.

(End of chapter)

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