"I want to compete with you in swords."

The young swordsman seemed to have just taken a shower. His whole body was clean and even had a faint fragrance of flowers, which made people think of a large number of fresh petals floating in the hot pool.

He was wearing a new dress, and even the wrapping cloth on the hilt of the sword was finely tied.

He looked at the stopped carriage, bowed and said, "I am from Han, and I have worked so hard that it took several months to arrive at Changling. I hope Brother Wang can fulfill it."

Not many people think that this young swordsman is telling a lie.

Because he does have a standard Korean accent, and even though he had just taken a shower and changed clothes, his body was very clean at this time, but his skin was still imprinted with a smell that only lasted for a long journey.

Wang Jingmeng was about to speak out, but Lin Zhuojiu beside him had already shook his head at him.

Lin Zhuojiu got off the carriage first. He bowed to the young swordsman from Han and bowed back and said, "It won't work today."

The young swordsman was stunned. A strong loss suddenly surged deep in his eyes. Then he felt despised, and two strange reds gradually appeared on his face, "Why not?"

Lin Zhuojiu apologized: "There are already arrangements today."

The young swordsman took a deep breath, and he slowly raised his head, and the strange blush on his face gradually turned into an angry look. "I heard that the Qin people are brave, can't I fight first?"

At this time, there were countless spectators on the street. Listening to the conversation between the young swordsman and Lin Zhuojiu, he originally felt that each had his own reasons.

Today, Wang Jingmeng's sword-making object should have been confirmed. Although Wang Jingmeng had won easily before, the battle between practitioners was very mysterious. Every time he fought, he might consume a lot of energy. In this way, it is normal for Lin Zhujiu to not want to cause trouble.

And this young swordsman from Han also had his reasons.

Since the Bashan Sword Field wanted to arouse the courage of the Qin people before, they did not want the Qin people to be accustomed to being wronged and seeking integrity, and wanted the Qin people to be proud of the Qin people, they should naturally not be afraid of the challenges of external sword masters like him.

He was not a Qin man in Changling, so he felt that Wang Jingmeng should fight a challenger like him first, rather than searching for the Qin sword master in the city.

Lin Zhuojiu looked at the somewhat angry young swordsman calmly.

He shook his head slowly and said, "The Qin people will come to the future

I also have the courage to refuse, and this is Changling, and foreign practitioners must also follow the rules. Since you have spent a lot of time to come to Changling, you don’t have to hurry up. You can finish your sword competition today before deciding.”

The young swordsman sneered, "But don't dare?"

The long street suddenly became in an uproar.

In the past few months, compared with Wang Jingmeng, Lin Zhuojiu has seemed very low-key and was even ignored by many people in Changling. However, many noble people in Changling have given Lin Zhuojiu a high evaluation.

The sword uses the meaning to clarify.

Wang Jingmeng is the brightest sword in front of Bashan Sword Field, and Lin Zhuojiu, who is not paying attention, can convey the meaning that this sword needs to express to every corner of Changling.

In the eyes of those nobles in Changling, most of the people in Changling are not smart, and most of them can even be described as stupid.

It is really difficult to make these stupid people understand the truth through some things and think it makes sense, and even follow it in daily life.

A pure warrior does not have such ability.

However, Lin Zhuojiu and Zheng Xiu, a woman from Jiaodong County, seemed to have such a terrible and deceptive power.

Every word Lin Zhuojiu said was indeed very arousing the emotions of the Qin people.

In the past many years, Qin, who was jointly fought by Han, Zhao and Wei, seems to have not been able to say no to Han, Zhao and Wei.

The Qin people often dare not reject some motions from Han, Zhao and Wei.

Lin Zhuojiu said that the Qin people should have the courage to refuse in the future, which immediately resonated with the voices of the vast majority of spectators present.

As a result, the young swordsman's next sentence "But I dare not" immediately aroused the anger in their hearts.

"What, is it the Koreans' turn to set the rules for the Qin people?"

"This is Changling. Can anyone just want to challenge whoever you want?"

At that moment, many people couldn't help but scream in anger.

However, the young swordsman just sneered.

He held his sword, and Zhenyuan walked in the sword body, causing the sword body to make a pleasant tremor.

Any dispute between words is just a dispute between words.

Lin Zhuojiu looked at the young swordsman's sneer, and he also smiled and said, "At that time, countless swordsmen from the practice area gathered outside the Bashan Sword Field, many people wanted to see Gu Liren's style, but many people didn't.

I was convinced, but after Gu Liren from the Bashan Sword Field made his sword, no one was dissatisfied."

The young swordsman frowned and said, "I don't understand what it means to say this at such a time."

"In addition to Gu Liren, there is Yu Zuochi in our Bashan Sword Field." Lin Zhuojiu looked at him and said, "But now, few sword masters in the world are qualified to compete with Yu Zuochi."

The young swordsman narrowed his eyes and understood a little, "Because Yu Zuochi is the number one in Jinghu Sword Club, what do you mean is that if I want to compete with Wang Jingmeng, I must prove that I have such qualifications?"

Lin Zhuojiu smiled faintly and said, "He asked someone to compete in swords. Those people accepted it. They all felt that he was qualified to compete in swords, but what about you?"

The young sword master sneered loudly, "So now it comes down to you who have never seen my sword, and I doubt I am qualified to challenge him?"

"No one dares, just willing or unwilling." Lin Zhuojiu nodded. Before the young swordsman became even more angry, he had already continued: "But I can give you such a chance now. I see that your true essence cultivation is almost the same as mine. Since that's the case... If you can't even win me, you don't have to compete with him for swords."

The young swordsman was stunned.

He had never expected such a change.

He hesitated for a moment, his eyes flashed constantly, but he didn't know whether to agree or refuse.

But in the next moment, he seemed to have completely come back to his senses and said, "Okay, I will compete with you in the sword first."

Lin Zhuojiu glanced at him, bowed slightly, and said, "I didn't ask for the name of the surname."

The young sword master raised his sword and said arrogantly: "Han, Yanyun Mountain Sect Di Feihong!"

Lin Zhuojiu's expression remained unchanged and said, "Please."

Di Feihong nodded and drew his sword.

A dazzling sword light lit up in his sword sheath, like a rising sun rising as the true energy in his body swelled.

However, at the same time, a thin sword piece quietly flew out from his collar behind him. The sound of the sword piece breaking through the air was very low, and it was covered by the sound of his drawing of the sword.

When the long sword and scabbard in his sword sheath were completely separated, the sword light between him and Lin Zhuojiu was so strong that it was almost impossible to open his eyes.
Chapter completed!