Faced with the humiliating questioning of Tsukahara Ichimin, many warriors present were still dissatisfied.
But they were not convinced and could only hold it in!
Even Yan Jing, who possessed the sword, was instantly killed by Tsukahara Yixin. When they went up, it was no different from dying.
Tsukahara Ichixin had long expected that none of these mobs would dare to respond.
Finally, his eyes came to Chen Xuan's face.
"Evil Emperor, it's your turn next!"
"Old Ghost Tsukahara, I advise you not to speak too early." Chen Xuan said coldly, "I am hiding dragons and lying tigers in China, and there are many capable people. What kind of waste from Yan Jing and others cannot represent our Chinese martial arts community."
As soon as Chen Xuan said this, Tsukahara Yixin hadn't said anything, but Yan Jing was so angry that he spit out another mouthful of blood.
"Evil Emperor, you are all deposed by yourself. You dare to speak so arrogantly. Even if I, Yan Jing, can't do it anymore, it's still more than enough to deal with you as a desolate person!"
Chen Xuan looked at Yan Jing lying on the ground. He only felt that this person was a clown, which not only lost Qingcheng's face, but also lost the face of the Chinese martial arts community.
"You are still dealing with the Evil Emperor? Can you stand up now?" Tang Qiuling said sarcastically without hesitation.
Yan Jing's face turned red when asked. If he could stand up, how could he have been lying on the ground in such a mess?
And he was also watched by hundreds of warriors, which was extremely embarrassing.
Someone even secretly took out his cell phone and took a picture of this.
"No filming is allowed! Senior Sword Saint is more skilled, and I, Yan Jing, lost, convinced, but today is a competition in our circle, so there is no need to spread it to the outside world. There is no need to! I hope you all consider the face of our Chinese martial arts community!"
Yan Jing's shameless words immediately changed his view.
He used to yell at the old ghost, but now he is the senior of the Sword Saint.
Moreover, with Yan Jing's high-profile style, if he wins Tsukahara Ichixin, he will definitely promote it. Now he says there is no need to spread it. In fact, it is not for the face of the Chinese martial arts community, but for his own face.
Therefore, Yan Jing warned that someone secretly took pictures with his mobile phone.
Chen Xuan and Tsukahara Yixin no longer looked at Yan Jing. At this moment, there was only each other in their eyes.
Of course, in Tsukahara Yixin's view, the Evil Emperor, who is no longer at the peak, is no different from Yan Jing.
He still had no desire to draw his sword and unsheathed it.
"Evil Emperor, I was looking forward to a battle with you very much."
"It's a pity that your strength has declined so much that you are no longer qualified to let me draw my sword."
"There will be no one in China from now on."
Chen Xuan sneered when he heard this: "Is Xu Linghe's design weakening my strength? Didn't you instruct me to do it? What are you pretending here now?"
"Hmph, I just let Ling He go to explore your reality before I leave the seclusion, but he didn't instruct him to weaken your strength to this level."
Tsukahara Ichixin's tone was very disdainful.
"And you are a dignified evil emperor, and you are almost as weak as a useless person by an ordinary person. This only means that your strength is not yet top-notch."
"A true top master, if you reach a certain level, if the people around you have malicious intentions, you can immediately sense it."
"Evil Emperor, your sensing ability has not reached the top level yet, so even at the peak, you are still no match for me."
After hearing the words of Tsukahara Ichixin, Chen Xuan couldn't help but sneer again: "As the strongest man in Japan in a century, you asked your disciples to find out my truth before leaving the seclusion, and your disciples set up a conspiracy against me, but now you have completely shirked everything. You have said everything. Do you feel shameless at all after living at such an old age?"
"Huh?" Tsukahara Ichixin frowned white eyebrows when she was ridiculed by Chen Xuan, but the anger in his eyes only flashed.
"Evil Emperor, you are still too young."
"You have an old saying in China: Know yourself and your enemy, and you will never be defeated in a hundred battles. What's wrong with me if I ask Linghe to find out what you are like?"
"But since you feel that you have been murdered by my disciple's conspiracy, I don't want to win."
"Let's do this, I'll give you three days to recuperate. In three days, we will fight to the top of Mount Tai again!"
Hundreds of warriors present, but unexpectedly, Tsukahara Yixin was willing to give the Evil Emperor three days.
But looking at the weak look of the Evil Emperor, how much can he recover in three days?
The more Tang Qiuling heard it, the more she felt that this old ghost was shameless. She didn't believe that Tsukahara Yixin really didn't know Xu Linghe's plan.
Xu Linghe's poisonous plan was one by one, and it was extremely sinister. It was impossible for him to move to the last step smoothly with his own energy.
Therefore, according to Tang Qiuling's speculation, Tsukahara Yixin must also know that it would take one week for Chen Xuan to restore his peak state.
Tsukahara Yixin gave Chen Xuan three days to recover. On the surface, he looked very generous and had a strong demeanor. In fact, this old ghost had long known that Chen Xuan could not recover within three days, so he said this.
"Shameless old ghost, you know that the Evil Emperor can't recover in three days, so don't pretend to be generous!" Tang Qiuling couldn't help speaking and scolded in a sweet voice.
Tsukahara Yixin glanced at Tang Qiuling briefly, but was not angry, but said with a hint of admiration: "Girl, you have good talent and much better than these hundreds of wastes. When I kill the Evil Emperor, I will accept you as my disciple to take you back to Japan to make up for my loss of three genius disciples."
"You dream!" Tang Qiuling was so angry that his pretty face turned red.
At this time, Chen Xuan waved his hand and signaled that Tang Qiuling would not have to talk nonsense to Tsukahara Yixin.
His eyes looked at Tsukahara Ichixin like a cold star and said, "I don't need three days to recover, draw my sword!"
"Evil Emperor, you are unarmed, and I don't need our number one sword in Japan to bully you. With you now, I'm afraid that even my sword wind can't resist it!" Tsukahara Yixin said proudly.
He does have 100% confidence.
Of course he knew that Chen Xuan was weakened by Xu Linghe's plan.
And he also knows that Chen Xuan's strength has recovered to a maximum of 30% at this moment, and it will take one week to fully recover.
If Chen Xuan was in the peak state, Tsukahara Yixin would not rashly enter China and make an appointment with Chen Xuan.
As the number one master in Japan in a century, he has never lost his mark because he does not fight a battle without confidence.
And the current evil emperor will definitely lose when facing him!
"Old Ghost Tsukahara, if you don't draw your sword, you can't kill me!"
As soon as Chen Xuan finished speaking, his body was as fast as lightning, and he suddenly deceived him in front of Tsukahara Yixin!
However, Tsukahara Ichixin's prediction ability is very strong, and Chen Xuan moved, he sensed it.
Even Chen Xuan's speed and the distance between the two were very accurate.
His right hand pointed to the sword, and with a stroke of the void, the strong wind rolled up on the ground in an instant, and the air seemed to explode in an instant!
Such a powerful sword force made Chen Xuan’s pupils involuntarily turn into the most dangerous needle-shaped shape!