I also spoke and did not underestimate my opponent.
To be able to become the senior sister of Emei, she must have powerful means.
And Zheng Yue didn't waste any words, and formed the seal with one hand at this moment.
He shouted in his mouth:
"Wind-controlling sword; urgent as a law, an edict!"
As soon as the curse was issued, the long sword held in Zheng Yue's left hand came out of its sheath with a "swish" sound and circled above Zheng Yue's head.
Finally, it floated up and down, floating in front of Zheng Yue.
Zheng Yue made a seal with one hand and stood still, looking at me quietly.
Seeing this, people in the arena exclaimed again.
"Damn it, Edgeworth!"
"Zheng Yue is indeed a talented female disciple of Emei, and she can actually wield a sword!"
"As expected of Senior Sister Emei, she is able to wield a sword at such a young age."
"..."
Many people's eyes widened and they were all surprised.
Because in their opinion, those who can wield a sword are strong men of the Tao sect.
And those who can learn the art of sword control are all geniuses with extraordinary talents.
And the minimum cultivation level must not be lower than the Xuandan realm before you can come into contact with it.
But if you want to truly master the sword, it depends on your talent.
There are some seniors who cannot wield a sword even if they are in the Taoist realm.
Chen Yao saw Lao Mo under the ring and just grinned:
"The sword is nothing! You will lose after a while!"
Lao Mo's words instantly made several young men around him dissatisfied.
"Fellow Taoist, what are you talking about?
Junior sister Zheng Yue can wield a sword, no matter how powerful Qin Ze is.
Don’t even think about fighting Junior Sister Zheng Yue.”
"That's right, he's already played four games.
The spiritual power should be severely consumed, and this battle will be lost!"
Old Mo smiled disdainfully:
"Watch it!"
"..."
Under the stage, people were already excited.
Yu Jian cannot be seen at all times.
Everyone opened their eyes excitedly and looked at us on the stage.
And Zheng Yue also spoke at this time:
"Fellow Daoist Qin, you have won four games in a row and have consumed too much.
You have proven that you are strong enough.
Although my cultivation level is not as high as yours, it is almost the same.
And I can wield a sword, so you may not be my opponent in this round!
How about letting me have a match?
Afterwards, I’ll treat you to dinner.”
Zheng Yue's voice was not loud and very calm.
But the words were not mocking me, they were just stating a fact.
In the eyes of normal people, after fighting four games in a row, my spiritual energy must have been severely depleted.
Now, facing a monk who can wield a sword, the probability of losing will be very high.
Zheng Yue's persuasion to surrender was also to save herself spiritual energy and prepare for the challenges ahead.
But when I heard this, I laughed.
Sword?
How many weapons can you control?
I smiled lightly, shook my head and said:
"Fellow Daoist Zheng Yue, I'm just wielding a sword, it's no big deal."
I also said calmly.
But who knew that as soon as these words came out, the situation exploded:
"Damn it, are you so loud?"
"Many seniors are unable to wield a sword at the Taoist realm."
"If you have the ability, you can give it a try. How stupid can you be to brag in front of my junior sister Zheng Yue?"
"..."
Many male comrades of the younger generation stood by Zheng Yue, helped speak, and spoke to suppress me.
But I didn't take it to heart.
To me, Edgeworth is just like that, I've long been used to it.
For Zheng Yue, sword control is her greatest pride.
Now that she is looked down upon by me so much, she also feels a little displeased:
"Fellow Daoist Qin Ze, you said that wielding a sword is no big deal.
But do you know how difficult it is to practice sword control?"
Hearing this, I didn't refute.
Didn't say anything either.
Just in front of the eyes of everyone in the room, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
The left hand raised slightly raised a sword fingerprint...