"We came to challenge him because we looked down upon him, and he actually spoke so arrogantly!"
As soon as the servant's words came out, he immediately aroused everyone's anger. Everyone was so angry that he almost lost his balance in fright.
At this time, a man in black clothes holding a knife came out: "Yi'an, use the family's traditional sword technique Yiyang Dao as a lottery, and invite Yi Jing to come out and fight!"
"I'm so willing to give up, even showing off my family's martial arts!"
Among the crowd, a young man holding a paper fan praised.
A young man holding a sword next to this man smiled disdainfully: "Senior brother thinks too highly of him, but he is just Aoba's lackey."
"Yi'an's martial arts is pretty good. He is very proficient in the family's sword skills. The foundation has been completed. He is only one step away from opening up the Qihai Dantian. If it were me, I would stand up for Qingye's martial arts!"
The young man holding the sword still looked down on Yi'an and sneered: "In that case, just join the martial arts hall."
The young man holding the paper fan smiled and shook his head, but his eyes caught a glimpse of someone coming out of the Yi Mansion, and his eyes immediately focused: "Here he comes!"
The young man holding the sword looked up and saw a young man walking out. He was lazily looking like he was not a martial arts practitioner at all. He immediately wondered: "It can't be a drama directed by Qingye. I want to eradicate it!"
The young man holding the fan also frowned. Just as he was about to say something, he was suddenly surprised: "Is it possible?"
In front of the gate of Yi Mansion, Yi Jing walked out slowly, glanced at Yi'an, and said with an expression on his face: "He is indeed a clown, waiting for other people's knives. He really doesn't know how to live or die!"
Yi'an is somewhat famous in the county. When Yi Jing said this, he immediately felt humiliated and an angry look appeared on his hard face: "My challenge to you is purely personal. I just heard that you lost." Gu Heng, that’s why I took the liberty to discuss and exchange ideas, even if you don’t want to, there’s no need to humiliate me like this!”
Yi Jing seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "Compare? Okay, that's a competition! But since you have won the lottery, although it is not worth a penny, according to the rules, I can't be empty-handed. Then my lottery is the Yi family mansion. If you win If you kill me, this house will be yours!"
Listening to Yi Jing's words, Yi An was so angry that he almost spit out blood. His family's swordsmanship was a third-rate foundation-building martial art, but in this guy's words it was worthless. It was really shameless.
But just when he was about to argue, Yi Jing didn't give him a chance and said impatiently: "Hurry up and take action. My time is precious, and I don't have time to listen to your nonsense!"
Yi'an became even more angry, his face turned red, he snorted coldly, and in a flash, he drew his sword and rushed towards Yi Jing.
Nghe An is extremely fast, has a sharp blade, and has a majestic power. Even Yi Jing had to admit that this sword technique was very good, at least not worse than the Qingyang Fist he practiced.
It's a pity that this sword technique pays attention to dignity and is completely at odds with Yi'an. If it is used reluctantly, its power will be greatly reduced.
"To put this kind of sword skill in your hands is really unreasonable!"
Yi Jing's words were like a knife, and his hands were not slow. He took one step forward and punched him.
This punch was extremely simple and light, just like an ordinary person's fist. Many onlookers had already concluded that Yi Jing was missing an arm.
However, there were also people with venomous eyes who saw the clues and their eyes became solemn.
clang!
The fist collided with the blade, and sparks flew out. The seemingly light fist is extremely powerful and powerful.
Yi'an felt his fingers go numb, and the knife in his hand flew away. Then there was a flash of light and shadow in front of his eyes, and a fist was already in front of him.
Snapped!
The fist suddenly turned into a palm and fell on Yi'an's face, and a crisp sound sounded. Yi'an's face swelled up, and his whole body flew out, and blood spurted out from the teeth in his mouth.
"Go back and practice for a few more years before you come back!"
Yi Jing's face was expressionless and he didn't even look at Yi An.