Chapter 245: The Falling Snow Sword Appears
Li Yifei!
When the young master of the Divine Level Sect clearly showed his disdain , Zhang Wuji knew that this matter could not be easily let go.
In terms of strength, Li Yifei is not as good as the second elder who was rejected by Jing Yu at the beginning, but in terms of status, Li Yifei's identity as the young master of the sect is not much worse than that of the second elder.
The reason why the Divine Level Sect has been able to stand as the holy land of martial arts in Nanjiangzhou without falling is due to its unique way of inheritance.
The position of the young sect master was decided long ago so that the disciples within the sect would not fight against each other. Except for the young sect master, all other disciples were aiming for the position of elder.
The sect will also allocate the greatest amount of resources to the young sect master. With the resources of the god-level sect and his own talents, the young sect master's martial arts strength can be guaranteed. At least when he succeeds to the position of sect master, he will at least be of the top Jingzhe grade.
In order to become the young master, a necessary condition is that the martial arts has reached the middle level of Jingzhe.
Zhang Wuji is also of the middle-grade Jingzhe level, but he knows very well that after Li Yifei became the young master of the sect, he received more resources from the God-level sect, and he cannot compare to him in terms of both martial arts techniques and cultivation resources.
But even if he was afraid, Zhang Wuji would not retreat.
"Master Li, Jing Yu is a guest elder of our Shen Yun Sect. The number of people who can come to the God-level sect is something that our Shen Yun Sect has the right to decide on its own."
The qualifications for this quota were determined by the founder of the Shenyun Sect and the leader of the Shenji Sect.
"Really?" Li Yifei smiled casually, then squinted his eyes and said, "As the young master of the sect, I think I still have the right to expel those who are not welcome in my God-level sect."
As soon as Li Yifei said this, Zhang Wuji's face turned completely cold. Lin Ye also understood after watching this scene that today might not end well.
The other party was obviously well prepared, but Lin Ye had a vague intuition that this matter seemed to be more than just targeting Jing Yu.
"Of course, if he can prove his strength and be qualified to enter our God-level Gate's library, he can stay in the God-level Gate."
Obviously, Li Yifei was forcing Jing Yu to take action.
As a person from the real world, Lin Ye had experienced the Internet information age and instantly understood the hidden meaning in Li Yifei's words.
Be able to prove your strength.
So what counts as proof?
Did you defeat the three brothers?
Or do we have to defeat this young master as well?
Or is it not enough to defeat him, but you also have to defeat others?
Of course, Lin Ye believed that defeating Li Yifei would be enough, because the god-level sect still had to maintain this dignity.
It seems that Li Yifei is very confident in his own strength, and from his words, he has no intention of saving face for Shenyunmen at all.
Jing Yu is a guest elder of Shen Yun Sect. He got the quota for the divine-level sect from Shen Yun Sect. If he was expelled by Li Yifei like this, Shen Yun Sect would surely lose face.
This is bound to affect the relationship between the Divine Level Sect and the Divine Yun Sect.
Is it possible for Li Yifei, a young sect leader, to make the decision on such an important matter?
Lin Ye made a judgment in his mind, and Jing Yu, who had been silent, stopped Zhang Wuji: "Brother Zhang, since you are coming for me, let me handle this matter."
"But……"
Zhang Wuji was a little hesitant, Jing Yu's sword heart had not yet recovered from its collapse.
"Brother Zhang, don't forget that this is not Shen Yun Gate, and it is certainly not where I live."
Hearing Jing Yu's words, Zhang Wuji reacted all at once. Yes, this is not where Jing Yu lives in Canglan County. In Canglan County, he could not bear to destroy the crops of the people, so Jing Yu allowed those disciples of the God-level Sect to provoke him. But this is the God-level Sect, and the area within a hundred miles is the territory of the God-level Sect, so Jing Yu does not need to worry about anything.
After realizing this, Zhang Wuji retreated directly to the back. Under Jing Yu's Luoxue Sword, he could only run away, but Li Yifei and the others would definitely not run away. If they didn't run away, the outcome would be doomed.
"I can't use my skills here, why not find another place?"
Jing Yu looked at Li Yifei and spoke lightly. Li Yifei said in a deep voice: "Go to the martial arts field."
Martial arts arena!
It is the place where the divine sect teaches martial arts to inner disciples. On weekdays, there are also many disciples practicing martial arts in the martial arts arena, and it covers an extremely large area.
By the time Lin Ye arrived at the martial arts arena, many of the disciples who were there, after learning what had happened, came over to watch. Many of them even ran away to call their fellow disciples to come join in the fun .
In their opinion, their young master would definitely not lose, and they also knew the name Jing Yu.
This time Jing Yu was defeated by the young sect master. The young sect master will become famous throughout the Nanjiangzhou martial arts world, and the status of their god-level sect as a martial arts holy land will become even more unbreakable.
Soon, a large group of disciples from the Divine Level Sect gathered at the martial arts arena, including more than twenty deacons alone.
"Young Master, I can handle him."
Yan Tong challenged Li Yifei to fight. Li Yifei glanced at Jing Yu, but he couldn't tell anything from Jing Yu's calm expression. Finally, he nodded and said, "Yes."
It is also okay to let Yan Tong test Jing Yu's strength. As for the news sent back by those disciples of the God-level Sect, Li Yifei would not be foolish enough to believe it. Those disciples are not even Jingzhe, and it is very likely that Jing Yu is hiding his abilities.
As the young master of a god-level sect, he would know information that ordinary disciples did not know.
Five years ago, there was a snowfall in Henglan County, a very strange snowfall. At that time, some people in the martial arts world believed that it must be Jing Yu who came to challenge the leader of the Cangjian Sect in Henglan County.
But no one has ever seen Jing Yu, and the Cangjian Sect has never responded to the outside world. In addition, the leader of the Cangjian Sect is in the late Jingzhe period, and many people in the martial arts world definitely cannot be Jing Yu. No matter how talented Jing Yu is, it is impossible for him to challenge the leader of the Cangjian Sect who is in the late Jingzhe period. The snow was just a coincidence.
But Li Yifei learned from the news network of the Divine Level Sect that Jing Yu had been to Henglan County. However, he analyzed that Jing Yu should have gone to challenge an elder of the Cangjian Sect, and Jing Yu lost.
Otherwise, according to Jing Yu's habit of challenging other swordsmen in the past, if he won, he would make it public. The reason why the Cangjian Sect did not reveal the news to the outside world was because the elders of the Cangjian Sect were one generation older than Jing Yu in terms of seniority, and defeating a junior was not worth bragging about.
Li Yifei believed that his speculation was not wrong.
Since Jing Yu dared to challenge the elders of Cangjian Sect, he must have something to rely on. It would be safest to let Yan Tong take action first to test it out.
However, what Li Yifei or everyone present did not expect was that in the face of Yan Tong's words, Jing Yu still had a calm expression, but said something that caused an uproar at the scene.
"No need to come one by one, come together, including you, the young master."
Li Yifei's pupils shrank, and the disciples of the God-level Sect at the scene were in an uproar, and many of them even started to scold him directly.
"What the hell is this? You came to our God-level sect to set it up!"
"Who does he think he is? Does he need our Young Master to take action?"
"If I didn't know, I would have thought he was a martial saint!"
Zhang Wuji, who was standing next to Jing Yu, twitched his mouth. Although he had confidence in Jing Yu after he realized what was going on, he also felt that Jing Yu was a little too arrogant.
"Is this... so arrogant?"
"Even if you're not arrogant, some things are bound to happen and you can't stop them."
Lin Ye said something meaningful to Zhang Wuji, but at this moment Jing Yu moved.
Amid the curses of the god-level disciples, the fiery eyes of Yan Tong and others, and the gloomy and ugly face of Li Yifei, the long sword in his hand was unsheathed.
A flash of cold light!
The noises of all the god-level disciples disappeared instantly, because these disciples suddenly discovered at this moment that the temperature around them had dropped, and not just a little bit.
People who practice martial arts have bodies like furnaces, especially the disciples of the god-level sects. They are all good at martial arts and wear thin clothes even in the coldest months of winter. But at this moment they felt the cold.
Especially those new disciples who had just joined the sect could not help but shiver.
Snowflakes began to float in the sky. At first it was like drizzle, but after a few breaths, it turned into heavy snow.
Zhang Wuji looked at this scene with a look of palpitations on his face. He knew what Yan Tong and the others would face next.
"Sword cut!"
Yan Tong also made a move. He had done his homework in advance before challenging Jing Yu. The moment the snowflakes appeared, it meant that Jing Yu had already made a move.
The long sword cut through the air and went towards Jing Yu like lightning. However, the moment the sword light reached Jing Yu, Jing Yu's figure disappeared on the spot.
Yan Tong's pupils shrank and he was about to retreat, but it was too late. A snowflake fell on his chest.
puff!
Yan Tong's chest exploded, and the blood spurted out, instantly melting the snowflake, but a flower of blood spurted out, and then he fell to the ground.
Seeing this, Yan Tong's two fellow apprentices also swung their swords at the same time. At this time, they did not consider the arrogance of Jing Yu's previous words, but since Jing Yu said to attack together, it would not be shameless for them to attack.
Unfortunately, the same two snowflakes fell on their bodies, but they were even weaker than Yan Tong. They fell to the ground just after taking a step.
All the god-level disciples in the entire martial arts arena felt a chill all over their bodies when they saw this scene, because they could not understand how the two brothers Yan Tong fell down, and they could not even see the figure of Jing Yu.
When Lin Ye saw the frightened expressions of the God-level disciples, he felt the same way. For the first time, he felt that practicing martial arts was not weaker than practicing cultivation.
The martial arts arena was covered with falling snow. Li Yifei, who was in the center of the snow, had a gloomy face at the moment, because he also couldn't see how Jing Yu attacked. But as the young master of the sect, he also had his own pride. Under the release of blood and energy, the snowflakes all melted when they were still three meters away from his body, and not a single one could get close to him.
He realized that Jing Yu's strange attack method was related to these snowflakes. As long as he didn't let the snowflakes get close to him, Jing Yu would not be able to launch a sneak attack on him.
Although this release of blood and energy would consume his strength, he believed that Jing Yu's consumption would be even greater than his, and he could endure it.
What Li Yifei didn't know was that the snowflakes were spreading out in all directions with the martial arts arena as the center, and in the end, all the mountains of the God-level Gate were covered with falling snow.
Nanyun Peak!
The main peak of the Divine Level Sect is also where the Sect's leader resides.
A fifty-year-old man stretched out his hand to catch a falling snowflake, then smiled and looked at the middle-aged , and said, "Elder Jing is a bit presumptuous. It's just a competition. I will reprimand him later."
The eagle-eyed man took a deep look at the person in front of him, and after a while pointed at the teacup on the table: "Master Ren, please have some tea."
"I don't deserve the title of Sect Master." Ren Pingsheng was holding the tea, very humble.
