When the Eight Ancestors on the scene heard Jiang Xiaobai's words, they thought they had heard him wrong.
Challenge the Eight Ancestors?
Are you kidding me?
Of course, not only the Eighth Patriarch was present, but the people below also looked dull at this moment.
I also doubted my ears for a while.
"Are you sure the person you want to challenge is the Eighth Patriarch?"
The ancestor of the poem looked at Jiang Xiaobai and asked again.
Usually, there is no need to ask a second time.
But this time it was a bit too weird, so he had to confirm it again.
As the ancestor asked, the discussion below also became quiet.
"I want to challenge your Eighth Patriarch!"
Jiang Xiaobai's voice sounded, this time his voice was raised a little higher.
This time he received a positive answer, and the Eighth Patriarch looked surprised at the same time.
The people below were talking a lot again.
Even Mei Danqing and others looked at Jiang Xiaobai strangely.
They originally thought that Jiang Xiaobai just saw Ji Fengxi's injured hand and simply challenged Qin Ancestor, but what they didn't expect was that he would actually challenge the Eighth Ancestor?
Zhumo smiled at this moment.
He was very glad that he chose to agree.
Otherwise, Jiang Xiaobai's deflated appearance would not be visible.
Challenge the Eight Ancestors?
Where did this guy get his face?
If you bite off more than you can chew, the final outcome will definitely end in defeat.
The ancestor who was a poet came back to his senses, looked at Jiang Xiaobai, and finally said: "Okay, since you have been recognized as the ninth leader, the eight of us will accept your challenge!"
"But who is your collaborator?"
The ancestor of poetry asked directly.
Jiang Xiaobai glanced at Nan Yan and said: "Come on, continue to fight Qin, I will help you during the period!"
Nan Yanyu clenched her hands tightly, she did not lose once and had any retreat.
For her, this is a new opportunity.
Then she nodded slightly and said, "Okay!"
Jiang Xiaobai raised his head and was about to get started when the old ancestor of Weishi said in one step: "Wait a minute, it's not realistic for the eight ancestors to fight together. Let's divide it into three games!"
"Three games?"
Jiang Xiaobai shook his head directly, with indifferent eyes: "No, what I want tonight is eight matches of the same skill, let's get started!"
After the words fell, he raised his head, looked at the ancestor who was serving the wine and said: "Please drink!"
The heroism shown in these two words moved everyone.
Even the Eighth Patriarch was trembling in his heart.
At this time, a hearty voice sounded: "Good boy, I like your character very much!"
The person who opened the mouth was the ancestor who was a wine drinker. He raised his hand to display a row of wine bowls in front of the table. The aroma of the wine was strong.
"Brother, please drink!"
The wine-making ancestor flicked his sleeves and threw a bowl of wine towards Jiang Xiaobai.
"Done!"
When Jiang Xiaobai's words fell, the pungency entered his throat with force, and he felt that the blood in his body was boiling because of it.
He threw the wine bowl: "Let's fight!"
After finishing speaking, Jiang Xiaobai raised his hand and held a sword bamboo in his hand. With sword energy surging, he looked at the ancestor who was playing chess and said: "Today I am using myself as a chess player to see how good your chess skills are.
How subtle!”
Playing chess by yourself?
The ancestor who played chess had a strange look in his eyes.
He understood what Jiang Xiaobai meant.
Playing chess by himself means that Jiang Xiaobai will compete with his own strength.
But this would be unfair to Jiang Xiaobai.
In addition, Jiang Xiaobai is holding a sword bamboo. Although it is the lowest level of green bamboo, it has a different feeling in Jiang Xiaobai's hands.
"Come!"
Jiang Xiaobai's voice sounded again.
The ancestor who played chess finally nodded, raised his hand and the white bullet popped out. The moment it fell, there was a flash of light and sword shadow.
Jiang Xiaobai smiled and moved. When fighting, the ancestor of the Lan family played the strings with his hands, and the music started again.
Nan Yan took a step forward, her black hair was flowing, and the sound of the flute could be heard.
"Let me see how you calligraphy!"
The voice of the ancestor who wrote the book fell, and the ancestor who wrote the poem next to him began to recite poetry.
As the pen and ink moved, the whistling sound sounded again.
Jiang Xiaobai smiled, raised his head and said, "Please drink!"
After the words fell, the ancestor of wine threw out a bowl again.
Jiang Xiaobai held the bamboo sword in one hand while fighting the sword shadow, while holding the wine bowl in his other hand and drinking it all in one gulp.
Stomping his right foot, ice blue bloomed, and the temperature of the entire area dropped sharply.
Huge ice blocks floated up one after another all around.
Everyone present was wondering at the same time, what does Jiang Xiaobai mean?
When everyone was puzzled, ice fog rose everywhere.
Everyone in the audience was stunned at the same time.
I saw Jiang Xiaobai fighting against the sword shadow while the bamboo sword in his hand began to carve on the ice.
Use ice as paper!
Use sword as pen!
The old man who was writing the book was obviously stunned for a moment.
Good guy.
This person really does both things right.
The ancestor who played chess frowned, and threw out the white piece again, and the sword shadow on the stage became more intense.
And it follows a certain trajectory.
It's like the art of war.
Obviously he wanted to stop Jiang Xiaobai's progress in calligraphy.
But this did not affect Jiang Xiaobai. He saw that figure, walking in strange steps, with sword light surging, and raised his head at the same time: "Please drink, please drink, please drink again!"
The ancestor who drank wine was strange.
He raised his hand and threw out multiple wine bowls.
At this moment, the astonishing soul power opened up, and the wine bowl was circling. Jiang Xiaobai took it and drank it all in one gulp.
In the turmoil of the sword and bamboo, the sharp edge surged again, and while breaking through several phantoms, the ice mist flew, and the entire area looked like snow.
"Then I'll start too!"
The voice of the ancestor who painted the painting sounded faintly.
As his voice fell, the colors started to bloom, the pen and ink were moving, and he began to paint.
The ancestor who made flowers and the ancestor who made tea looked at each other and moved in the same way.
In an instant, eight major skills appeared on the booth.
The people watching below opened their mouths at the same time.
Can Jiang Xiaobai handle this?
According to the rules, when the Eight Ancestors are completed, Jiang Xiaobai's side should not be left behind.
Even if it falls, it cannot last more than a quarter of an hour.
Fight with the Eight Ancestors.
In fact, this courage is quite surprising.
Ji Fengxi clasped her hands on her chest, her eyes filled with anticipation.
Jiang Xiaobai was completely immersed in it at this moment.
However, amidst the turbulence of the ice and fog, Jiang Xiaobai did not forget to continue inviting him to drink.
With that sound, more than a dozen bowls went down.
Jiang Xiaobai's figure was swaying in an elegant and uninhibited way, especially against the backdrop of the ice mist, his long black hair looked extraordinary.
Many women's eyes became bright.
No matter whether Jiang Xiaobai wins or not, this courage and heroism are already amazing.
When the two ancestors on the calligraphy and poetry side finished, the sword and bamboo in Jiang Xiaobai's hand also left the last stroke.
As soon as he stepped down, the ice mist flew again.
I saw the exquisite fonts on the ice.
At the same time, as Jiang Xiaobai's figure walked towards the surrounding ice cubes, a call for a drink rang out again.
Jiang Xiaobai held the wine bowl in his hand and drank it down again. At the same time, a soft groan sounded.
"The music moves Hongcheng's night with green curtains, and the poems and prose are combined with etiquette to be passed down to the family."
"In the beginning, I watched the chess game competing for guests, but at the end of the game, I gathered my attention and drew carefully."
"Use the ice-slanting sword to make grass, and play with light breasts to share the tea at night."
"I hold wine for you to persuade the bright moon, and I want to leave the sunset glow among the flowers."
"Under the cold plum blossoms, the judgment is high, and the wine in Qinminglou is beautiful."
"The shadow of the sword in the bamboo pavilion startles the dream, and the scent of chrysanthemums wraps the curtain."
"The Eight Ancestors fought to shock the heavens, and today they are undefeated and create myths."