Ding Xiaoyi looked calm. He naturally knew that those Jiange disciples were no match for Yun Wangchuan. How could a few Jiange disciples who were eliminated in the first round be Yun Wangchuan's opponents?
He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, being isolated from the world was not really isolated from the world. When the Jiange disciple's legs were about to fall on Yun Wangchuan's chest, a bright sword light shot out from Yun Wangchuan's fingertips.
The bright sword light streaked towards the kicked leg of the sword pavilion disciple. All this happened in a flash of lightning, and no one could see clearly how the young man holding the crippled old man acted.
The brilliant sword light flashed away,
"Ah...", a shrill scream rang out, and the sword pavilion disciple was shocked to find that the leg he kicked out was cut off by the bright sword light, and blood spurted out.
The thigh landed heavily on the ground, and blood quickly stained the ground red.
"Bold..." Senior Brother Wang couldn't help but get angry when he saw this. He drew his sword and pointed it at Yun Wangchuan. His companion also quickly drew his sword and tried to stab Yun Wangchuan.
But Qu Wangchuan raised his eyes coldly and shot two cold glances. There was endless killing intent in his eyes, as if he was coming out of Jiuyou Deep Prison.
Senior Brother Wang and the others couldn't help but tremble when they felt Yun Wangchuan's cold, murderous gaze that turned into substance.
The sword pavilion disciple whose thigh was cut off by the sword light was still wailing. Only then did Senior Brother Wang and others react, and they all helped up the sword pavilion disciple who was bleeding profusely.
Several people hurriedly took healing powder from their storage bags and poured it on the broken leg. A pungent smell of medicinal powder filled the air.
The smell of the medicinal powder mixed with the rich smell of blood, forming a more pungent smell.
The sword pavilion disciple had a look of horror in his eyes, and he didn't even dare to look at Yun Wangchuan.
"I am Yun Wangchuan of Yaoguang Peak. You can ask the law enforcement elders to arrest me." Yun Wangchuan's cold voice echoed in the ears of all the sword pavilion disciples.
"You are Senior Brother Yun Wangchuan." When Senior Brother Wang heard Yun Wangchuan's name, his face turned pale.
Yun Wangchuan is famous among the five geniuses, and he can also be said to be a quasi-genius. But in this remote village, it seems that it is not under the jurisdiction of Jiange.
Because this is an independent village, but it is protected by Jiange. They also didn't expect that this seemingly harmless but decisive boy would actually be Yun Wangchuan.
They knew that they had been kicked onto an iron plate, and they could only leave in anger with the sword pavilion disciple whose thigh was cut off by Yun Wangchuan's sword.
"Take his broken leg away," Yun Wangchuan's cold voice sounded again. Senior Brother Wang and others from Qingmang Peak trembled, and a disciple of Jiange hurriedly picked up the severed leg.
They hurriedly left the wine shop without looking back. There were traces of red blood on the ground.
"Alas, there will be no peace in this village," Lao Jiu said to Yun Wangchuan with a long sigh.
"Don't worry, as long as I, Yun Wangchuan, stay in Jiange for one day, this village will not be disturbed by Jiange's disciples." Yun Wangchuan assured Lao Jiu, but Lao Jiu had a bitter and helpless expression on his face.
"Sorry, I originally brought you to a quiet place to drink, but I didn't expect that something like this would happen." Yun Wangchuan apologized to Ding Xiaoyi.
"It doesn't matter. It's the same wherever we drink. In fact, I like it here because it's more humane." Ding Xiaoyi finally knew that there was something more in this village. He felt that this village had more humanity.
"Old Jiu, are you okay?" Yun Wangchuan asked the lame old man with concern.
"It's okay. I wonder when we fought against evil spirits, which time we suffered lighter injuries than this. Alas, our cultivation was given by Jiange, and finally it was returned to Jiange." Lao Jiu sighed and said to Yun Wangchuan said.
Ding Xiaoyi knew that although their cultivation was useless, their bodies were much stronger than ordinary people.
Even though their cultivation was gone, it was still more than enough to deal with the few disciples of the Jiange just now.
But he didn't understand why Lao Jiu had to swallow his anger.
"Then it shouldn't be Wang Chen's first time coming to this village. It should be brought by an elder from Qingmang Peak. That's why he acts so unscrupulously and domineeringly. Lao Jiu and the others should be thinking about the whole village, so they do this. Bear with them." Yun Wangchuan seemed to see Ding Xiaoyi's doubts, and he explained to Ding Xiaoyi.
"We finally calmed down for a while. The elder of Qingmang Peak seems to have taken a liking to this village. He wants to occupy it." Lao Jiu couldn't help but explain to Ding Xiaoyi and Yun Wangchuan.
When the two of them heard this, their faces suddenly showed angry expressions. There are actually such scum elders in Jiange, and even a group of seniors who have made great contributions to Jiange want to drive them away.
"Actually, they don't know our identities," Lao Jiu explained to Yun Wangchuan and Ding Xiaoyi with a helpless expression on his face.
The two couldn't help but look at each other, but they didn't expect that the identities of these villagers had not been made public.
No wonder the elders of Qingmang Peak became greedy for this quiet village. In terms of seniority, the ordinary elders of Qingmang Peak should call the villagers in this village their uncles, or their seniority should be the highest.
"It's okay. As long as I, Yun Wangchuan, stay in Jiange for one day, I will not make you homeless. You are the soul of Jiange. If we can't even protect the soul of Jiange, then Jiange is basically finished." Yun Wangchuan's eyes showed strong confidence. Said to Lao Jiu.
Lao Jiu was in tears, and he looked at the two young men in front of him at a loss. These two young men are different from other Jiange disciples.
"Buzz...", the Sword Peak disciple token in Ding Xiaoyi's Qiankun bag rang. But he didn't expect that time would pass so quickly, and it would soon be his turn to go to the sword trial stage.
He said hello to Yun Wangchuan and hurriedly turned into a divine rainbow and shot towards the Jiange Square.
Ding Xiaoyi hurriedly rushed towards the Jiange Square. He came to the sword discussion platform No. 3 in the yellow area, and a referee happened to read his name.
"Ding Li of Swordsman Peak versus Luo Tao of Qingmang Peak, please invite the two contestants to enter the sword discussion arena." After the elder announced, he stood aside.
A Qingmang Peak disciple soon walked out of the crowd. He looked around provocatively, trying to find his opponent.
Many Jiange disciples had doubts on their faces because they heard the words "Jianqi Peak", and Jianqi Peak had already been absent from several Tianjiao Sword Competitions.
When they heard about Sword Artifact Peak, the disciples of the Jiange Pavilion whispered with disdain in their eyes.
"Luo Tao from Qingmang Peak has gotten a big deal, and Sword Artifact Peak has sent points to others again." The disciples of the Jiange Pavilion below the sword discussion platform couldn't help but start talking about it.
Ding Xiaoyi heard the discussion of these Jiange disciples, and he squeezed out of the crowd calmly.
Then he walked slowly towards the sword discussion platform.
"Hey, boy, aren't you going to admit defeat?" Luo Tao from Qingmang Peak looked at Ding Xiaoyi teasingly as he squeezed out from the crowd, and he challenged Ding Xiaoyi.
"Admit defeat, why should I admit defeat?" Ding Xiaoyi scratched the back of his head and showed his trademark harmless smile.
He looked at the Qingmang Peak disciple and asked curiously. Ding Xiaoyi's identity is only known to a few Jiange disciples, so it is understandable that the Qingmang Peak disciple does not know Ding Xiaoyi.
"Junior brother Ding, come on!" The disciples of Sword Artifact Peak cheered to Ding Xiaoyi who was walking towards the sword discussion stage.
Hearing the cheers from the disciples of Sword Artifact Peak, the disciples of Qingmang Peak were not to be outdone. They all shouted: "Senior Brother Luo, come on, beat the Sword Peak disciples down."
"Junior Brother Ding, kill Qingmang Peak." How could these Sword Peak disciples endure the provocation of Qingmang Peak disciples.
They couldn't help but shout loudly again, and the voices of the Qingmang Peak disciples became louder again. The disciples of the two peaks were like a group of street thugs, scolding each other one by one.
Sword Artifact Peak had been absent from several sword competitions, and they had been holding back their anger. Every time, other peak disciples would make excuses.
After finally having a Sword Peak disciple participate in the sword competition, they naturally wanted to feel proud.
Qingmang Peak has always despised Sword Artifact Peak, and the shouting and scolding voices from both sides became louder and louder. The entire Jiange Square could hear the shouts among Shuangfeng disciples.
