[Chapter 286: Winning with One Sentence]
Yang Yiyun did not explain the discussion around him. It was fine
as long as the parties involved knew about this matter. Even the several innates sitting on the high platform were stunned when they heard Yang Yiyun’s words. However, they were all knowledgeable innates after all. Although they did not understand before, they all saw Yang Yiyun use a small stone to hit Wu Jian’s sword.
From this, they could guess that there must be something fishy.
However, who of the several innates cared about these things at this time? Winning or losing was not important, but the people were important.
There was no need to talk about Dugu Hui, who was brought by Yang Yiyun, so there was no need to consider him.
But Wu Jian was different. Although he claimed to be the descendant of Sword Demon Su Chongqiu, he was recorded as a casual cultivator when registering for the competition. Does
this mean that his master, Sword Demon Su Chongqiu, has passed away, or that Wu Jian just obtained the inheritance of Sword Demon by chance, and did not really become a disciple of Sword Demon Su Chongqiu, which means that he is still single.
Of course, this single means that Wu Jian is a casual cultivator, and he has no master or power.
This gave the several innates an opportunity.
Putting aside the fact that Wu Jian is the descendant of the Sword Demon Su Chongqiu, his battle today alone has shown his talent in martial arts. Such a person is a genius.
But in the end, what everyone values is Wu Jian’s identity as the descendant of the Sword Demon Su Chongqiu. Just kidding, with Xian Ri’an’s fighting skills and so on, such a talent is a great treasure for the sect.
So no one cares about who wins or loses. It’s
just that after seeing Yang Yiyu leave the stage, the other several innates are anxious. They can’t let Yang Yiyu snatch Wu Jian away, right?
Thinking of this, one by one they stepped down and thought about walking on the stage.
…
At this moment, in the field, Dugu Hui saw Yang Yiyu coming over, his face was blue and red, and he said weakly: “Master…”
He wanted to say that he was embarrassed.
But he was interrupted by Yang Yiyu in a cold voice: “Do you know how you lost?”
“Know…know, the disciple lost in the weapon.” Dugu Hui said in a low voice. He still thinks about the chill coming from Wu Jian’s broadsword, and he can’t help shivering.
“Haha~” Yang Yiyun sneered after hearing this, then turned around and said, “Stupid, you lost because of your arrogance, you know?
You have clearly practiced two sets of sword techniques of your master, and they are the purest among all people, but your eyes are on your forehead, and you look down on everyone. At the beginning, Wu Jian’s attitude towards you was to go all out, but your eyes were full of frivolity and disdain. You didn’t have the slightest respect for your opponent, and you were just arrogant.
Who are you not inferior to? Ah?
To tell you the truth, our two sets of sword techniques are much better than Wu Jian’s moves. If you didn’t look down on your opponent at the beginning and used your brain a little bit, with the Great Sun Like Thunder and the Meteor Covering the Sky Sword, two sword techniques, When the hard and the soft fight against Wu Jian, only two photos are needed.
But what about you? You have to pick up copper coins instead of a mountain of gold, which is a great insight for me, the future master. “
After Yang Yiyun scolded Dugu Hui with sarcasm and sarcasm, he saw that Dugu Hui had lowered his head to his chest, and then he stopped and said in a cold tone: “Go to seclusion and reflect on yourself after you go back this time. You are not allowed to come out for three months. Do you understand?”
In fact, Yang Yiyun knew very well that Dugu Hui was not bad at all. Indeed, his defeat was more due to Wu Jian’s spiritual weapon and Wu Jian’s secret method of supporting blood and qi, which was why he was defeated. Otherwise, Wu Jian would not have won easily in the previous fight
between the two. He also knew that Wu Jian and Dugu Hui were equally strong.
But it was true that Dugu Hui was too proud, and this kind of pride would cause him to suffer a great loss in the future. That was why Yang Yiyun deliberately delayed some time after discovering the abnormality in Wu Jian’s broadsword, just to let Dugu Hui feel the crisis and give him a profound lesson.
Let him know that there are always people who are better than you, and add a rude reprimand. Yang Yiyu believes that he will listen to it, which will be of great benefit to him in the future. If Dugu Hui’s character can be tempered, his future path to becoming a swordsman will be smooth.
And what about Dugu Hui?
Being rudely reprimanded by Yang Yiyu, every word hurts his heart. He has always been fearless since he was a child, and has never been reprimanded like this. Yang Yiyu is the first.
But facing Yang Yiyu, he dare not get angry, and he is afraid of him. In fact, Dugu Hui knows that Yang Yiyu is about the same age as him, and he should not be afraid of him.
But when Yang Yiyu was scolding and angry, there was an invisible aura all over his body, which made him feel very depressed, and he also understood that what his master said was not wrong.
In addition, this was the first time he lost since he was a child, and the contrast in his heart was very great, so he dared not refute it.
After hearing Yang Yiyun’s words “my prospective master”, Dugu Hui was really scared. He and Wang Zongren became apprentices, but the master only verbally agreed to register their names, and they had not really performed the apprenticeship ceremony. This was not allowed in the ancient martial arts world.
Dugu Hui was very afraid that Yang Yiyun would say that he was no longer his apprentice from now on, which scared him half to death.
Fortunately, the last sentence of “returning to retreat for three months to reflect on yourself” made Dugu Hui feel relieved. This showed that the master had not given up on him. He nodded like a chicken pecking at rice and said, “The disciple knows his mistakes and will retreat when he returns. Please forgive me, master.”
“Hmph, stay away, you idiot, I get angry just looking at you, you haven’t even grown all your hair yet, but you are so arrogant that you want to go to heaven~” Yang Yiyun snorted and cursed Dugu Hui. Dugu Hui
quickly disappeared from Yang Yiyun’s sight.
At this time, Yang Yiyun was actually very happy. He understood a little bit why his master Yun Tianxie always cursed him when he talked to him, and his nose was not a nose and his face was not a face.
“It turns out that scolding my apprentices is such a good feeling. Hehe, it really feels good. I must scold them more in the future.” Yang muttered to himself.
If Dugu Hui could hear Yang Yiyu’s inner voice at this moment, he would definitely get furious, but unfortunately he couldn’t hear it.
After scolding Dugu Hui, Yang Yiyu turned around and put on a friendly smile to look at Wu Jian who was a little stunned and said: “Your name is Wu Jian, right?”
Wu Jian was shocked by Yang Yiyu’s momentum when he scolded Dugu Hui as soon as he came up. He had also seen the battle between Yang Yiyu and Yuan Chenzi before, and actually had a good impression of Yang Yiyu in his heart. He didn’t expect Yang Yiyu to speak to him so kindly, and hurriedly clasped his fists and said: “Reporting to the senior, I am Wu Jian.”
Yang Yiyu made conversation: “Then you use a knife, why is your name Jian?”
“Well, I was an abandoned baby when I was young. When I was picked up by the Taoist nun master in Wuling Mountain, there was a token on my body with only the word Wu as my surname. The master said that when I was picked up, it was the night of the dog eclipsing the moon, and I was very evil, so I was named Jian, saying that the sword is a gentleman, the embodiment of righteousness, and that righteousness can suppress my evil spirit, so my name is Wu Jian.”
After Wu Jian finished explaining, Yang Yiyu was happy. It seemed that he and Wu Jian were getting close, which was not bad. His detailed explanation was a good start.
Yang Yiyu was naturally thinking about Wu Jian. The master said that Wu Jian was a wind-attributed spiritual root, and his future achievements would not be bad. Wouldn’t it be a big loss if he didn’t accept such a talent?
Just when Yang Yiyu was about to further express his wishes, just as he was about to speak, Ding Yang’s laughter rang out beside him.
“Hahaha, Wu Jian has a good talent. My Divine Sect has opened its gates and is recruiting talented young people like you. Are you willing to join my Divine Sect? In the future, I will teach you martial arts and let you dominate the ancient martial arts world, okay?” Ding Yang started to recruit people nakedly.
This made Yang Yiyun so angry that he cursed him for being shameless and immortal.
However, immediately afterwards, several others came up one by one, talking more nakedly than Ding Yang to recruit people.
Of course, only Xia Lu did not speak, but Wu Nan came up and talked to Wu Jian.
Several innates promised Wu Jian generous conditions and let Wu Jian join their respective forces.
In the eyes of all these people, it was a great thing, and many people were jealous of Wu Jian.
Wu Jian’s face showed excitement, and he was obviously moved by the conditions for expelling these innate masters.
Yang Yiyu saw that something bad was going to happen, and he was determined to get Wu Jian. He rolled his eyes and said loudly to Wu Jian: “Listen, Wu Jian, turn blood into qi, use qi to exert strength, use blood essence as a guide, and run the power. As long as your family joins my Yunmen, I will take you into another new world.”
After speaking this, Wu Jian’s eyes flashed, and he was shaking all over when he saw Yang Yiyu.
But in the eyes of everyone, it was excitement.
And Wu Jian, in full view of everyone, clasped his fists to Yang Yiyu and said: “Wu Jian is willing to worship the senior as his master~”
This sentence made the faces of the other innates black.
I don’t understand what Yang Yiyu meant by blood and qi, but it is obvious that it is the reason why Wu Jian wants to be his disciple.
The generous conditions promised to Wu Jian are not as good as Yang Yiyu’s words. One sentence is equivalent to defeating the competition of the five innates, and one sentence wins.
(End of this chapter)
