The Central Plains heroes saw that a Dongying person who called himself "Hanxiang Jushi" suddenly appeared, and they also named Xian Jingyue to go to Dongshan Island, which is across the lake, to face what "Dongying Sword Saint", and they were a little confused for a while. Many of them booed outright, and some even suggested that since the other party was a Dongying widow, he should just cut up the corpse without asking for a reason.

Xie Yixiang had already come to the place where everyone from the Xuanwu Feihuamen in the field was, and briefly told his senior brother about the series of experiences after he was in distress in the lake the night before. When the son on the high platform saw that she had returned safely, he closed his eyes again and fell into a deep sleep again. Ye Dinggong was the host of this time, seeing that Xian Jingyue did not respond to the other party's invitation, he immediately took over the matter, and said coldly to the Hanxiang monk in the field: "Xian Jingyue is the deputy head of my Xuanwu Feihua Sect, and he is also one of the best masters of the Central Plains martial arts.

As soon as these words came out, the whole venue suddenly had a heart of hatred and hatred, and scolded the Hanxiang monks in the field, blaming him for all the evil deeds of the Japanese Kou, but because of the people of the Divine Fire Sect beside him, they did not dare to act rashly. The Hanxiang monk didn't care, he always sneered, and waited until everyone's scolding gradually subsided, then he laughed, and his luck suppressed everyone's voices, and said loudly: "Ridiculous! You wait for the frog at the bottom of the well, and dare to question my Dongying's Sword Saint? It's really ridiculous! I have a thing, you wait to look at it, but it depends on whether there is someone in the entire Central Plains Martial Arts who is worthy of accepting the covenant battle of the Ghost Sword Saint!" With that, he raised his hand and waved, and two swarthy things had broken out of the air, as if they were gently supported by an invisible hand, and slowly flew towards Ye Dinggong on the high platform in the north at an extremely slow speed. Here, Xie Yixiang fixed his eyes and saw that it was the dry smoke stick that Yan Sidao had previously been split in half by the Ghost Sword Saint's move.

When everyone saw that this Hanxiang monk was able to slowly send out two pieces of iron dry tobacco sticks, it was obvious that they were attached to it with internal force, so as to protect them from the air, and they immediately put away their contempt. Although Ye Dinggong's martial arts have not been perfected, he is also a person who knows goods, and he immediately knew that the other party's cultivation was far superior to his own, how could he dare to pick up these two dry tobacco sticks flying in front of him? He had to say disdainfully: "Pretend to be a god and play a ghost, so you can make a fool!" At the same time, he used his skills to pretend to wave his sleeves casually, wanting to push the things sent by the other party to the first Jingyue in front of the stage.

Who knew that with the strength on Ye Dinggong's sleeves, the two dry tobacco sticks in mid-air did not move at all, and still flew towards him slowly. Ye Dinggong was embarrassed in his heart, and was thinking about how to remedy it, only to hear Zhu Ruoyu in front of the pergola in the east suddenly snorted coldly, and said: "Since the Dongying people are going to challenge the number one master of the Central Plains martial arts, what does it have to do with Xian Jingyue?"

To say that the divine power of the Dinghai Sword of the Emei Sword Sect, everyone present has a deep understanding, and at this time, witnessing Zhu Ruoyu's kung fu of the Heavenly Artifact, they can really see the strength of the head of the Emei Sword Sect, and they are all secretly shocked in their hearts. I saw Zhu Ruoyu repeatedly looking at the two dry tobacco sticks in his hand, his face was always full of disdain, but he couldn't hide the subtle horror in his sharp eyes. Then he snorted coldly, raised his hand and threw the two dry tobacco sticks far away from the Ethereal Peak, and sneered in his mouth: "Inexplicable things, people who sell their reputations, why bother with Emei Sword!"

Unexpectedly, when the Hanxiang monk sent out these two pieces of dry tobacco sticks, he had already attached his own power to them, until he was thrown out by Zhu Ruoyu far away, and the hidden strength on the dry tobacco sticks was revealed, so that the two dry tobacco sticks drew a big semicircle in mid-air and fell back into the hands of the Hanxiang monks in the field. Zhu Ruoyu didn't expect the other party to have this hand, and suddenly felt that his face was dull, so he had to retreat silently and say no more.

Everyone present saw that Hanxiang Jushi revealed this mellow and long internal strength, and it was inevitable that their hearts were cold, just ask the Dongying master who sent the letter in front of him is already so powerful, it is conceivable that the Dongying Sword Saint who is now waiting on Dongshan Island is by no means an idle person, and his strength must be extraordinary-Zhu Ruoyu, the head of the Emei Sword Sect who ranked fourth on the "Jianghu Celebrity List", is unwilling to fight, but he is afraid that he is cowardly. However, after thinking about it, just based on the two fragments of dry tobacco sticks sent by the other party, could it be possible to know from them that this Dongying Sword Saint's cultivation was not successful?

Seeing this, the Hanxiang monks in the field couldn't help but laugh loudly: "I don't want to go to the Great Central Plains, there are no people who know the goods, or people who know the goods but have no courage!" The ancient pavilion master of the Sword Pavilion, who was buried in the pergola in the west, stepped forward and said: "The Sword Pavilion's ancestors have been forging armor for a living, since this Dongying friend has spoken falsely, you might as well let me take a look!"

Hanxiang didn't say much, and sent out two fragments of dry tobacco sticks again, and let the ancient pavilion master inspect them. The ancient pavilion master turned over and looked at the two dry tobacco sticks for a long time, his face was cloudy, and finally asked tentatively: "Redeem my clumsiness, these two objects sent by the Dongying Sword Saint should have been a complete dry tobacco stick, but they ...... It's just like this, is it actually ...... Two pieces that were split by that Dongying Sword Saint with a sharp blade?"

Without waiting for Hanxiang Jushi to reply, Yan Sidao on the side had already spoken: "That's right! That Ghost Sword Saint from Dongying lightly took out his sword in the air, and with just one blow, he split the dry tobacco stick in my hand into two pieces. At that time, Third Sister Xie of Xie Fengxuan's family was also present, but she saw it with her own eyes. The Ancient Pavilion Lord shook his head vigorously and said, "Impossible! Your Excellency's dry tobacco stick is made of thousand-year-old fine iron from the deep seabed, not only is it difficult to hurt by swords, but it is also cold all over, and it can filter out the fire in the tobacco by itself, and it is even more difficult to melt into the fire. Even if it was my skill in burying the Sword Pavilion, I couldn't think of how it was forged for a while, and how could it be split into two neat pieces with a single sword? With all due respect, there is no such sword in the world, not even the Dinghai Sword!"

You must know that the Buried Sword Pavilion has a lot of prestige in the martial arts, and when everyone heard the ancient pavilion master say this, they became more and more frightened by this unfathomable Dongying Sword Saint. The head of Wudang, who had not spoken much in the pergola in the east, immediately spoke, and said lazily: "Although there is no sword in the world, there is no indestructible sword intent, and let the old Taoist observe the sword intent of this Dongying friend!"

As soon as these words came out, all the factions present suddenly burst into an uproar, you must know that although the head of Wudang did not say it explicitly, the implication of his words was clearly that he was invincible, so as to determine the strength of this Dongying Sword Saint. At the moment, the gang leaders and masters of various gangs and factions couldn't hold back their curiosity, and they all wanted to come to the two dry tobacco sticks to circulate, one by one they were puzzled, disdainful, or frightened, but no one dared to come forward to accept the other party's challenge. In the end, these two dry tobacco sticks were passed into the hands of the abbot of Dafu Linghu Temple, he pondered for a moment, turned his head to the north high platform and said, "Amitabha, and allow the poor monk to say a fair word. This time, 'Taihu Lake Martial Arts' was held by Xuanwu Feihuamen, and the existing Dongying masters came to give advice, and it was pointed out that they would learn from the first deputy head of Jingyue, so it seems that they have to ask Ye Zhangmen to decide. ”

Ye Dinggong saw that the abbot handed this hot potato back into his hands, and knew that this uninvited Dongying Sword Saint was extremely hot, so that these gang leaders did not dare to fight. In addition to being furious, he saw that the Divine Fire Sect and his party in the field were not leisurely, and he couldn't help but ask in a deep voice: "Gongsun Sect Master's divine skills are world-renowned, and he is also ranked second on the Central Plains' 'Jianghu Celebrity List', and now there are masters from the Dongying country who have come to provoke, but why are they afraid and dare not fight? I don't know if the skills are inferior to others, or if there are other calculations, and I want to join forces with the Dongying Wokou to be the enemy of my Central Plains martial arts?"

Gongsun Mo Ming, who only saw the mask, did not answer, and still said that the Liujin Venerable came forward and said with a smile: "Lord Ye, why do you want to beat around the bush? If you want my family leader to send a strong enemy for you, it is not difficult, and it is the honor of my Divine Fire Sect, why not? It's just that if the name is not right, it is not good, this Hanxiang monk can make it clear, the Dongying Sword Saint is going to challenge the number one master of the Central Plains martial arts today, but you keep claiming that my Divine Fire Sect is a demon in the Western Regions, how can this tell my family leader to stand out for you?" In my opinion, the heroes of all walks of life present may as well re-respect my Divine Fire Sect, and the Gongsun Sect Master will assume the position of the leader of the Central Plains Martial Arts Alliance, and my sect will naturally have no hesitation to settle this Dongying Sword Saint for the Central Plains Martial Arts!"

Hearing this, there was an uproar in the entire venue at the top of the Ethereal Peak, if it weren't for the jealousy of Gongsun Mo Ming's divine skills, I was afraid that he would have already screamed and scolded. Ye Dinggong on the high platform in the north was so angry that his face was pale, and he was reasonable, of course he could not serve Mo Ming, the grandson of the Divine Fire Sect, as the leader of the martial arts alliance, but judging from the current situation, the battle with the Dongying Sword Saint was already inevitable, but I was afraid that in the end, it would really be up to Xian Jingyue to come forward. But in this way, regardless of whether Xian Jingyue can defeat this Dongying Sword Saint, just because of his departure, the entire Xuanwu Feihuamen will be like a ship with oars lost and the building draws beams, how can it still compete with peerless masters such as Gongsun Mo Ming and Zhu Ruoyu?

However, Xian Jingyue in front of the high platform had already made up his mind at this time, and immediately took two steps forward, raised his right hand slightly, and the two fragments of dry tobacco sticks flew from the hands of the abbot of Shanyin and fell into his palm. He aligned the two dry tobacco sticks along the incision, clenched them in his palm, and said: "It is not only because of the sword intent, but also because of the sword intent." As soon as the words fell, he let go of his right palm, and in front of everyone's eyes, the tens of thousands of eyes present could see clearly-the two pieces of dry tobacco sticks were actually re-grasped by him and restored into an intact dry tobacco stick!

With the sound of cheers, the Hanxiang monks in the field suddenly brightened their eyes, and asked in a deep voice: "You are the first master of the Central Plains Xianjingyue?" Xianjingyue asked rhetorically: "Dongshan, Baishiling?" Hanxiang was stunned for a moment, and had to reply: "Yes!" Xianjingyue ignored it, walked through the venue with the glaive knife in his hand, and went to the bottom of the Ethereal Peak, obviously agreeing to this duel, and going to Dongshan Island alone to face the ghost sword master from Dongying.

Seeing this, Xie Yixiang hurriedly shouted: "This is clearly a trap for Yan Sidao, senior brother, don't fall for him!" Xian Jingyue glanced at Yan Sidao in the field with cold eyes, and before he could ask questions, Yan Sidao had already rushed to say: "Brother Jingyue, don't get me wrong! This Dongying Sword Saint was provoked by the carrier pigeon you let go that day, as the so-called one person does things and one person is responsible, if someone else comes forward to face the battle today, it doesn't seem to be appropriate." ”

Xian Jingyue was silent and did not answer, and with a flip of his palm, he had already thrown the restored dry tobacco stick back to Yan Sidao. Yan Sidao stretched out his hand to take it, his face couldn't help but feel embarrassed, and he hurriedly laughed, and said: "It is said that this Dongying Sword Saint was born blind, and what he practiced was the sword in his heart, and a Japanese sword was even more dazzling, and he was the real number one master of Dongying, and his cultivation was far above Niwa Kazuha, Yamamoto Kazukawa and others, Brother Jingyue needs to be careful!"

Ye Dinggong on the high platform had been thinking about it for a long time at this time, knowing that it was the Shenhuo Sect's plan to "divert the tiger from the mountain" and "kill people with a knife", but he had never been able to come up with other ways to deal with it, so he had to shout: "Brother Jingyue, stay here, this matter has to be discussed in the long run! Even if you want to go, you have to wait for this matter, and I will lead the major gangs of the Central Plains Martial Arts to meet the battle!"

Who knew that Xian Jingyue's footsteps did not stop, and he continued to move forward without looking back, and when he passed by the Hanxiang monk in the field, he said lightly: "You don't have to work hard to move the people, I will go with a knife by myself, and I will return in half an hour." ”