This Japanese swordsman was fighting on the ring, and the demon sword in his hand was glowing with light blue light, shining and extremely strange.
Everyone's eyes instantly focused on Ye Qinghuan. Everyone was looking forward to this handsome young man's choice. Would he dare to go up and fight?
Even Yin Ziming, who possesses a peerless sword, was defeated. Is Ye Qinghuan, the rumored god of death, really the opponent of this young Japanese man?
Ye Qinghuan raised his eyebrows slightly. He didn't expect that this Japanese man would actually come to find him. He had no national sentiments and originally didn't intend to meddle in other people's affairs.
"Are you afraid?" The young swordsman from the Japanese country stood proudly on the ring, provoking Ye Qinghuan.
"Get down and die!" Ye Qinghuan had no intention of talking nonsense with this Japanese youth. Since they found Ye Qinghuan, Ye Qinghuan didn't mind killing them directly.
He originally felt that Elder Pavilion's approach was too stupid. Anyone who provoked would be killed. How could he have so many scruples?
The face of the young swordsman changed drastically. Ye Qinghuan's acting style was different from that of other Chinese warriors. In front of the Japanese people, other Chinese warriors were very graceful. Even if they suffered a little loss, they had to maintain their dignity.
This Ye Qinghuan is so arrogant!
"Okay, since you are seeking death, I will become you!"
The young swordsman jumped up and flew down the ring. The demon sword in his hand was shining brightly, giving off a strange feeling.
The young swordsman walked towards Ye Qinghuan step by step, his momentum was so high that everyone trembled. The young swordsman stared at Ye Qinghuan and said coldly: "You are the most arrogant Chinese warrior I have ever seen. I hope you will be defeated by me later."
Sometimes, you can still be like this——"
"idiot."
Before the young swordsman finished speaking, Ye Qinghuan's figure moved. No one could see Ye Qinghuan's figure clearly, and Ye Qinghuan had already arrived in front of the young swordsman.
Ye Qinghuan grabbed the young swordsman's clothes with one hand, and slapped the young swordsman on the face with several slaps. He still held the demon sword Muramasa in his hand, but under Ye Qinghuan's suppression, he didn't do it at all.
Find a way to do it.
Ye Qinghuan's attack was so ruthless that even this young swordsman from the Japanese country's face was so red and swollen that it looked like half a football.
A group of Jiangdong warriors were dumbfounded. Is this a battle between talented warriors? It was like a street gangster bullying an honest man. This was a unilateral slap in the face.
A group of people thought that this was supposed to be a showdown between kings, and it would be a shocking battle. They didn't expect that it would be such a funny scene.
"Shuzi, how dare you!"
The middle-aged swordsman was immediately furious. His most proud disciple was actually caught and slapped like this, without even the slightest strength to fight back.
They came prepared to sweep these talented disciples from Jiangdong, insult the Chinese martial arts, and then obtain the elixir they wanted.
The ending like this was something they never expected.
The middle-aged swordsman jumped up and immediately flew down the canyon, rushing towards Ye Qinghuan.
"Snapped!"
Ye Qinghuan slapped the young swordsman from the Japanese country away hard. His face was no longer human-shaped. Ye Qinghuan's last slap knocked out several of his teeth. Blood spurted out and his body fell heavily to the ground.
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So cool!
The surrounding warriors became excited. They were defeated by this Japanese swordsman on their first day in Jiangdong. They originally felt very aggrieved.
They never expected that this Ye Qinghuan could be so powerful. This was like a father beating his son. The two of them were not the same heavyweight at all. It was so shocking and so relieved.
Lei Yun stood on the stand, feeling shocked and bitter at the same time. He did not expect Ye Qinghuan to be so powerful. It seemed that he was indeed as rumored. He might have destroyed Tieshanmen, the first sect in the southwest, alone.
It was so ridiculous to think that he wanted to challenge Ye Qinghuan before. The two of them were from different worlds. Even Yin Ziming, who held a peerless sword, was defeated by this young swordsman from the Japanese country. He was definitely not a young swordsman.
opponent.
If I challenge Ye Qinghuan, I'm afraid the end will be even more miserable.
Lin Shiyu was also dumbfounded. She supported Yin Ziming and looked at Ye Qinghuan blankly. She finally understood why the eldest brother Yin Ziming, who was invincible in her heart, was only acceptable in Ye Qinghuan's mouth.
This young Japanese swordsman who defeated Brother Yin Ziming was nothing more than a helpless child in the hands of Ye Qinghuan. Is this his strength? It was really terrifying.
At this time, the middle-aged swordsman had already rushed over. He took action with anger, wanting to kill the madman who hurt his disciple.
"Hmph, do you really think I have no one in China? Stop it!"
The figure of the old man in gray suddenly appeared and stood between the middle-aged swordsman and Ye Qinghuan. Other people from the Elder Pavilion also rushed over.
"Get out of the way. This man is ruthless and hurts my disciple. Today, I will definitely kill him." The middle-aged swordsman said coldly with cold eyes.
"Ye Qinghuan's attack was a bit harsh, but this is a battle for the younger generation. As elders, don't you think it's a bit too much to attack brazenly in a duel between disciples?" The old man in gray said with a wave of his hand.
"So you must protect him? If you don't give me an explanation today, I will immediately send the news back to Japan. I believe that our Japanese government will take action soon!"
The middle-aged swordsman's eyes were cold and he said directly threateningly.
The gray-clothed old man's eyes moved slightly. It was a time for China to recuperate and it was not appropriate to have conflicts with other countries. This middle-aged swordsman must be a member of a powerful organization in the Japanese country. He had too much influence on the political power.
"Let's do this. I'll apologize to you on behalf of Ye Qinghuan. I'll give you the twenty bottles of elixirs as usual, and that's the end of the matter." The old man in gray weighed it up and then said in a compromise.
Anyway, Ye Qinghuan has won, which has saved face for Chinese martial arts. As for the elixirs, Ye Qinghuan has agreed to refine a hundred bottles of elixirs for them, so there is nothing wrong with giving twenty bottles to this middle-aged warrior.
The middle-aged warrior's eyes suddenly changed. He didn't care about the lack of face at all. What he cared about most was the twenty bottles of pills.
The middle-aged swordsman was about to agree when he heard a cold voice: "I'm going to die anyway, so why do I need some pills?"
"Ye Qinghuan, don't be impulsive. You have proven yourself to be the most outstanding disciple of China. You have brought glory to our country and are a hero of China. Leave the rest to us."
The old man in gray clothes said hurriedly that he knew Ye Qinghuan's character was too violent and needed to be tempered slowly.
"What you do is your business, and I just want to kill him." Ye Qinghuan lowered his eyebrows and spoke in a calm voice.
Ye Qinghuan took a step forward and his voice suddenly rose, resounding throughout the canyon:
"Here comes the sword!"
Suddenly, a white light lit up, like a bolt of lightning, piercing the space and flying into Ye Qinghuan's hand. When the real spiritual energy was injected into the flying sword, it instantly glowed, like a huge lightsaber, shining throughout the canyon!