For today's battle, Yan Jing also spent a lot of money to build momentum on online marketing.
If he loses his life today, he will suffer a lot of losses.
Therefore, Yan Jing's expression became a little gloomy.
In fact, from the beginning to the end, neither Chen Xuan nor Tsukahara Ichixin had ever paid attention to him.
It was him who threatened to fight against the Japanese Sword Saint for the Evil Emperor and created a wave of momentum.
Before the confrontation began, Yan Jing was regarded by many netizens as an equal figure with the Evil Emperor and the Japanese Sword Saint.
In fact, if you look at it carefully, Yan Jing has no remarkable achievements at all.
It all depends on the sword training videos I posted and the bragging of many fans.
Now that the Evil Emperor and Tsukahara Yixin have not appeared, Yan Jing feels invisibly humiliated.
I have made great momentum and I don’t care about you at all!
Just as Yan Jing's patience was about to reach its limit, a commotion suddenly came from the mountain road.
"Look, is that old man Yixin Tsukahara?" The warriors stretched out their hands and pointed in one direction.
Yan Jing looked in that direction, and then his eyes sterned.
He had seen photos of Tsukahara Ichixin online, which was similar to the old man who was walking towards the top of the mountain in his sight.
But compared with the master style in the photo, how could the old man on the mountain road have a faint evil spirit?
The old man had white hair, a strand of white beard drifting in the wind, wearing a simple Japanese swordsman uniform, and a seemingly shoddy wooden scabbard hanging on his left waist.
Although he feels like returning to nature, Yan Jing always feels that this old man has a very different temperament from the photos.
Legend has it that Tsukahara has been in seclusion for ten years and has broken through a new realm. Can even change her appearance and temperament?
"Yan Jianxia, it seems that the old ghost of Tsukahara is going up the mountain alone?"
"Hmph, this old ghost is so arrogant that he doesn't take so many of us heroes seriously!"
"Don't say it, this old ghost looks so hard to walk. It's not that the power has dropped sharply, right? Haha!"
Hundreds of warriors on the top of the mountain, seeing Tsukahara Yixin climbing the mountain slowly, did not regard him as the number one master in the Japanese martial arts world in a century.
Ding Lin, Fang Pan and Bai Juanjuan all had the idea of going up to him and defeating this old man.
Seeing that Tsukahara Yixin had been walking for five minutes and had not reached the top of the mountain, Yan Jing gradually felt disappointed in his eyes.
If this old ghost really fails to retreat, his strength has dropped greatly, and he just comes out of seclusion for his disciples, then it will be meaningless to defeat him.
Although it was considered a bargain, Yan Jing just felt it was not good.
In fact, he felt that although hundreds of warriors were not strong enough, their judgment was indeed reasonable.
Because in Yan Jing's opinion, the trace of evil aura shrouded in Tsukahara Yixin's body did not look like a top master or a master of swordsmanship.
Logically speaking, after practicing martial arts for so many years, my mood has long returned to nature, and I shouldn't have any evil spirits, even if three disciples died.
Finally, five minutes later, Tsukahara Yixin walked to the Jade Emperor's Top.
"Shan Tai is worthy of being the first mountain in China. Unfortunately, we did not conquer this land back then, which is a pity."
The first sentence of Tsukahara Ichixin after going up the mountain aroused everyone’s anger!
That history back then was the heaviest pain in China.
As a Japanese man, Tsukahara Ichixin exposed the scars as soon as he came. Which Chinese can not be angry?
"Old Gui Tsukahara, don't be too masturbating! Our vast China is not something that your small country can conquer?"
"That's right, you still dare to mention the past. It seems that you are not ashamed and proud of it!"
"Shameless old thief, today you are waiting to be killed by Yan Jianxia with one sword!"
The warriors cursed angrily.
But Kazuhara Ichixin's expression did not change at all. He even ignored the hundreds of warriors present and walked casually on the Jade Emperor's top to enjoy the scenery. Those who didn't know thought he was an elderly tourist.
Yan Jing's eyes followed Tsukahara Yixin's steps. The more he looked, the colder he looked.
After Tsukahara Ichixin went up the mountain, he didn't even look at him.
This made Yan Jing feel humiliated in his heart more and more severe.
Could it be that he has been making such a huge hype online these days that this old ghost doesn’t care at all?
Don’t worry, it seems that I don’t know him at all!
"Ichixin Tsukahara, you specially selected our No. 1 Mountain in China as the place of battle. You have some vision. Unfortunately, the top of Mount Tai today is your burial place!" Yan Jing endured his anger and said in a deep voice.
After he finished speaking, Tsukahara Ichixin still didn't look at him directly.
The idiom "stigmatizing" is fully interpreted.
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 the two followers to hand over the Shuihuo Kanli Sword to him, and then walked to Yixin Tsukahara to block Yixin's view of the scenery.
This made Tsukahara Yixin frowned slightly in white eyebrows.
"Yitin Tsukahara, you are known as the Japanese sword saint and the number one master in the Japanese martial arts world in a century. Have you ever heard of my Qingcheng sword? "Yan Jing held the Water and Fire Kanli sword in both hands and was ready to unsheath at any time.
Tsukahara Ichixin shook his head and finally spoke, but there were only three short words: "I haven't heard it."
"Hmph, ignorant!"
In order to regain face, Yan Jing immediately slandered him.
"Old Ghost Tsukahara, it's not a good thing to stay in seclusion for too long. Your era is over! Today, I will end your name as a sword saint with my own hands!"
For today's battle, Yan Jing had already thought of these high-sounding rhetoric.
He thought Tsukahara Ichixin would be provoked to fight, but he didn't expect that after saying that, Tsukahara Ichixin still didn't take him seriously.
I saw Tsukahara Yixin's gaze with a hidden brilliance swept over Yan Jing, and then over the hundreds of warriors behind Yan Jing.
Then he said ridiculously: "No one can fight."
"What did you say?" When hundreds of warriors heard this, their anger value reached its peak.
If Yan Jing hadn't taken action yet, they would have wanted to immediately take action to teach the old man a lesson.
Tsukahara Yixin continued to say disdain: "Chinese warriors are really worse than those of the previous generation. After finally having an evil emperor, I didn't even dare to take on my appointment. It's sad, alasing!"
"Old Gui Tsukahara, I said you are backward in your mind, it's true!" Yan Jing sneered, "The Yangtze River's waves push the previous waves, and the Evil Emperor is just a meteor in our Chinese martial arts world. In today's era, we traditional martial artists
I am about to rise, and I, Yan Jing, will challenge you to the Japanese Sword Saint with the title of the 22nd generation of Qingcheng Jiandao!"
"You? Not qualified yet."
Tsukahara Ichixin shook his head again.
"Where is the Evil Emperor? Tell him to get out and fight me!"
After being despised by Tsukahara, Yan Jing's anger finally burst out: "Is it qualified enough? First ask me about the Shuihuo Kanli Sword in my hand!"