For today's battle, Yan Jing also spent a lot of money on online marketing to build momentum.
If everything comes to nothing today, it will be a heavy loss for him.
Therefore, Yan Jing's expression became a little gloomy.
In fact, from beginning to end, neither Chen Xuan nor Tsukahara Isshin paid any attention to him.
It was he who threatened to challenge the Japanese Sword Master on behalf of the Evil Emperor, creating a wave of momentum.
As a result, Yan Jing was regarded by many netizens as equal to the Evil Emperor and the Japanese Sword Master even before the duel began.
In fact, if we look carefully, Yanjing has no impressive record at all.
It all depends on the sword practice videos he posted and the bragging from many fans.
Now that Evil Emperor and Tsukahara Yishin didn't show up, Yan Jing felt like she was being humiliated invisibly.
You create a great momentum yourself, but others ignore you at all!
Just when Yan Jing's patience was about to reach its limit, there was a sudden commotion on the mountain road.
"Look, is that old man Isshin Tsukahara?" The warriors stretched out their hands and pointed in one direction.
Yan Jing looked in that direction, and then her eyes flashed.
He had seen a photo of Isshin Tsukahara on the Internet, and he looked very much like the old man walking towards the top of the mountain.
But compared with the demeanor of a master in the photo, why does the old man on the mountain road have a faint evil spirit?
The old man has gray hair and a white beard blowing in the wind. He is wearing a simple Japanese kendo uniform and has a crude-looking wooden scabbard hanging from his left waist.
Although there is a feeling of returning to nature, Yan Jing always feels that this old man has a very different temperament from the one in the photo.
Legend has it that Tsukahara has been in seclusion for ten years and has reached a new level. Can even his appearance and temperament be changed?
"Yan Jianxia, old ghost Tsukahara seems to be going up the mountain alone?"
"Huh, this old ghost is really arrogant and doesn't take so many of our heroes seriously!"
"Don't tell me, this old ghost seems to have such a hard time walking. Could it be that his strength has been greatly reduced due to his isolation? Haha!"
The hundreds of warriors on the top of the mountain saw Tsukahara Isshin climbing the mountain slowly, and none of them regarded him as the best master in Japanese martial arts for a century.
Ding Lin, Fang Pan and Bai Juanjuan all had the idea that they could defeat this old man.
Yan Jing saw that Tsukahara Isshin had not reached the top of the mountain after walking for five minutes, and a look of disappointment gradually appeared in his eyes.
If this old ghost really failed in seclusion, his strength was greatly reduced, and he only came out to avenge his disciples, then defeating him would be of little significance.
Although it was a bargain, Yan Jing just felt uncomfortable.
In fact, he felt that although hundreds of warriors were not strong enough, their judgments were indeed reasonable.
Because in Yan Jing's view, the evil spirit that enveloped Tsukahara Isshin's body did not look like that of a top master or kendo master.
Logically speaking, after practicing martial arts for so many years, the state of mind has long returned to its original state, and there should not be any evil spirits, even if three apprentices died.
Finally, after another five minutes, Tsukahara Isshin reached the Jade Emperor Summit.
"Mount Tai is indeed the highest mountain in China. It's a pity that we didn't conquer this land back then."
Tsukahara Isshin's first words after going up the mountain aroused everyone's anger!
That period of history was China's heaviest pain.
However, Tsukahara, as a Japanese, exposed his scars as soon as he arrived. Which Chinese person could not be angry?
"Old Tsukahara, don't be such a bitch! How can our vast China be conquered by your small country?"
"That's right, you still dare to mention what happened back then. It seems you are not ashamed but proud of it!"
"Shameless old thief, today you just wait to be killed by Yan Swordsman with one sword!"
All the warriors cursed angrily.
But Tsukahara Isshin's expression did not change at all. He even ignored the hundreds of warriors present and casually walked around on top of the Jade Emperor, admiring the scenery. People who didn't know better thought he was an elderly tourist.
Yan Jing's eyes followed Tsukahara Isshin's steps. The more he looked, the colder his eyes became.
After Tsukahara Isshin went up the mountain, he didn't even look at him.
This made Yan Jing feel more and more humiliated.
Could it be that he has created so much momentum online these days that this old ghost doesn't care at all?
Don't say you don't care, it seems like you don't know him at all!
"Tsukahara Isshin, you specifically chose our No. 1 mountain in China as the place for the battle. You have some insight. Unfortunately, the top of Mount Tai today is your burial place!" Yan Jing said in a deep voice while holding back his anger.
After he said this, Tsukahara Isshin still didn't look at him.
This idiom of being arrogant is perfectly interpreted.
The emotions of the warriors became even more angry and excited.
"Yan Jianxia, why are you talking nonsense to this old ghost? Let him see our Chinese swordsmanship!"
Yan Jing asked his two followers to hand over the Shuihuo Kanli Sword to him, and then walked up to Tsukahara Isshin, blocking his view of the scenery.
This made Tsukahara Isshin slightly frown his white eyebrows.
"Isshin Tsukahara, you are known as the Sword Saint of Japan and the top master in Japanese martial arts for hundreds of years. Have you ever heard of Qingcheng Kendo?" Yan Jing held the Shuihuo Kanli Sword in both hands, ready to unsheath it at any time.
Tsukahara Isshin shook his head and finally spoke, but there were only three short words: "I haven't heard of it."
"Huh, ignorant!"
In order to save face, Yan Jing immediately retorted with sarcasm.
"Old Tsukahara, it's not a good thing to stay in seclusion for too long. Your time has passed! Today, I will personally end your title of Sword Saint!"
In order to prepare for today's battle, Yan Jing had already thought of these high-sounding words.
He originally thought that Tsukahara Isshin would be provoked to fight, but unexpectedly, after finishing his words, Tsukahara Isshin still looked like he didn't take him seriously.
I saw Tsukahara Isshin's dazzling gaze, sweeping over Yan Jing, and then across the hundreds of warriors behind Yan Jing.
Then he said ridiculously: "There is no one who can fight."
"What did you say?" When hundreds of warriors heard this, their anger reached its peak.
If Yan Jing hadn't taken action yet, they would have wanted to take action immediately and give the old man a lesson.
Tsukahara Isshin continued to say disdainfully: "Chinese warriors are really inferior to each other. It's not easy to create an evil emperor. He doesn't even dare to accept my invitation to fight. It's sad and deplorable!"
"Old ghost Tsukahara, I said your thinking is backward, and it is true!" Yan Jing sneered, "The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and the evil emperor is just a shooting star in our Chinese martial arts world. In today's era, our traditional martial arts experts
I am about to rise, I, Yan Jing, will now challenge you as the 22nd generation successor of Qingcheng Kendo to become the Sword Master of Japan!"
"You? Not qualified yet."
Tsukahara Isshin shook his head again.
"Where is the Evil Emperor? Tell him to get out and fight with me!"
After being repeatedly despised by Tsukahara, Yan Jing's anger finally burst out: "If you are qualified, first ask me about the Shuihuo Kanli Sword in my hand!"
