"Hello, who's there?" Ye Xiong asked directly after answering the phone.
This number has received the most missed calls, dozens of times, almost every half hour.
"It's me, Yiyi." A suppressed crying voice came from the other side of the phone.
Yiyi, the granddaughter of Taoist priest Sanqing.
"Miss Yiyi, what's the matter?" Ye Xiong asked.
"My grandfather is dead."
Yiyi couldn't help crying anymore, and through the phone, Ye Xiong could feel her heart breaking.
Ye Xiong, the most beautiful woman in the Immortal Sect, didn't quite agree with her character. He felt that she looked down on people and had a cold look. Although later, Ye Xiong's strength increased greatly and her view of herself completely changed.
Ye Xiong still remembered the arrogance in her eyes when he was weak.
But it has to be said that she has a very deep feeling for her grandfather in her heart, otherwise she would not have betrayed herself in order to find her missing grandfather.
Now that something happened to Taoist Priest Sanqing, it is reasonable for her to feel sad.
"Miss Yiyi, what happened to the Taoist priest?" Ye Xiong asked quickly.
"There was a famous monk from the island country named Chihaoji who came to the Immortal Sect to challenge him. He humiliated the Chinese monks in every possible way and said that we were the sick men of East Asia. My grandfather couldn't stand it, so he stepped forward to fight and was beaten to death on the ring. Except for my grandfather, all the Chinese monks
There are more than a dozen martial arts cultivators who have been seriously injured, Master Jiekong has been deactivated, and now the four characters "Sick Man of East Asia" are still hanging on the door sign of the Immortal Gate. Before my grandfather died, he told me to find you."
Yiyi suppressed her crying and said these words.
Since Dantian was abolished two years ago, Ye Xiong felt that he had become as calm as water, but after hearing Yiyi's words, he still couldn't help but feel angry.
Not to mention the hundreds of years of grievances between China and the island country, Ikezodera's actions alone made him furious.
"I will go to the Immortal Sect immediately and let him see who is the sick man of East Asia." Ye Xiong said coldly.
"My grandpa is right, you will never run away, we are waiting for you." Yiyi cried and hung up the phone.
Ye Xiong went straight to the airport. Along the way, he answered several calls. They were all called by people he knew and got his phone number through various channels. They were all about the same thing, the island country provoking the reputation of China.
At this time, he suddenly received a call from the evil spirit.
"Do you know about the Immortal Sect?" the evil spirit asked directly.
"I know, dozens of people are looking for me." Ye Xiong said.
"I suggest you don't go, otherwise you may get into a lot of trouble."
"Why?" Ye Xiong asked strangely.
"Do you think Chihaoji did this just to humiliate the incompetent Chinese cultivators?"
"Is there any other reason?" Ye Xiong thought for a moment and blurted out: "Could it be for the Immortal Ascension Conference?"
"That's right, the Ascension Conference will be held in half a year. This is a preview of the Ascension Conference. In order to understand the strength of each country, some big cultivation families and powerful forces in the world sent people to find out the cultivators in each country in the name of challenging the country's reputation.
Strength. If you accept the challenge, you will lose your dignity if you lose. If you win, you will be hunted by overseas cultivation forces. After all, if you die, then the Immortal Ascension Conference will lose a powerful competitor." Evil Spirit
explain.
"What a vicious strategy." Ye Xiong finally understood.
"For cultivators, the so-called national glory has become insignificant. If you can set foot in the world of cultivation, who will remember which planet and country you are from." The evil spirit continued.
"I don't agree with your statement. National glory is supreme." Ye Xiong said sonorously.
"I'm just reminding you that as for the choice, you have to consider it yourself." After the evil spirit finished speaking, he hung up the phone.
Ye Xiong held the phone blankly, lost in thought.
He could imagine that whether he won or lost, this battle would cause him a lot of trouble.
If he loses, the name Jiangnan King will be discredited. If he wins, there will be a more powerful opponent to kill him.
However, there is no word fear in Ye Xiong's dictionary.
Not only would he fight this battle, he would also fight it fiercely to let everyone know that Chinese cultivators were not to be bullied.
He was born as a soldier, and his country's reputation is more important than anything else.
One day later, Ye Xiong arrived at the foot of Tianshan Mountain.
At this time, thousands of cultivators gathered at the foot of Tianshan Mountain, heading towards the mountain in an endless stream.
Looking at the surging crowd, one can imagine how huge the sensation this challenge caused.
He blended in with the crowd and walked towards the Immortal Gate.
In the distance, a huge banner stretched across the mountainside, fluttering in the wind, with four big characters written on it: Sick Man of East Asia.
Under the banner, a large open space was revealed, in the middle of which stood a short monk wearing a black warrior suit with an arrogant look on his face.
He should be the so-called challenger, Ikehaashiji.
Opposite him stood a man, Tianmen leader Luo Zhen, who was once the mortal enemy of Taoist Priest Sanqing.
Under the field, thousands of monks looked at the two people in the field with bright eyes and shouted loudly.
"Master Luo, come on."
"Master Luo will definitely win."
"Come on China."
Thousands of people chanted slogans together, and the momentum was so shocking.
"Islanders, go back."
"Ikehaoji, you will die sooner or later."
"Sooner or later you will die."
Countless people roared, and the crowd was furious.
Facing the insults from thousands of people in the audience, Ikehaasa glanced sideways and said arrogantly: "In the past ten days, there have been not only 10,000 but also 8,000 people who have cursed me to death, but I am still standing well until now. On the contrary,
Don’t you think it’s ironic that your people are either dead or injured?”
Ikehaashi laughed loudly as he spoke, his voice full of sarcasm.
Luo Zhen suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed down.
Everyone around him suddenly calmed down.
"Chihao Temple, I am Luo Zhen, the head of Tianmen. The reason why I am standing here today is to tell you that there are so many hot-blooded men in China. As long as you challenge for a day, there will be people to challenge you until the day King Jiangnan appears.
Luo Zhen said loudly.
"That bullshit Jiangnan King is a coward. If he had the guts, he wouldn't have stayed away for ten days and left so many of you to die." Ikehaasa spoke in broken Chinese, his voice full of ridicule. "
However, my words have been released. As long as some of you fight and die every day, I will come. If it is interrupted for one day, I will leave, and I will see how many of you are not afraid of death."
"None of our Chinese cultivators are afraid of death."
"We will definitely hold on until the day Jiangnan comes back."
"Just wait for King Jiangnan to come and take care of your life."
Loud roars rang out from the field, and the sounds pierced Ye Xiong's heart.
It turns out that in order to wait for his arrival, cultivators who are not afraid of death have always stood up and used their own lives to safeguard the dignity of the country.
It turned out that so many people were looking forward to him.
His blood immediately boiled.
However, he still suppressed his inner impulse because he wanted to see how far Ikehayaji's strength had reached.
"Stop wasting time, let's do it!"
Chihaosaji faced Luo Zhen directly and said arrogantly: "After the fight, I want to go down the mountain to find some Chinese girls to play with. I mean, you Chinese cultivators are very weak in strength, but the women are really good-looking and it's very pleasant to fuck."
"
Luo Zhen was so angry that his beard stood up. After being angry, he struck hard with a sword.