Lin Rujin almost doubted that she had heard correctly. How did it turn out that Old Jiang wanted to have a battle of wits with Mingzhuo?

She invited him over to deal with Ruan Mingying!

But why did Mingzhuo suddenly transform into a Xuan Master?

She felt like she hadn't grasped the main point. She had previously suspected that Ruan Mingying had been bewitching the Xu family by raising a ghost, and she had told Old Jiang a lot about Ruan Mingying.

Then Mingzhuo showed up, and he seemed to have some skill.

She was secretly relieved that she had invited Jiang Shengying herself, otherwise she might have really messed up today.

After all, Elder Jiang is a towering figure in the Taoist community of Xiangshi; how could a young girl compare to him?

Mingzhuo: "Let's get this straight, do you want a verbal battle or a physical one? After all, I'm getting on in years and my hands and feet aren't as nimble as they used to be, so people won't say I'm bullying an old man."

Jiang Yuncheng: "How dare you! I think you are ignorant of your own limitations. Don't you know that my grandfather's self-created Seven Swords of the Big Dipper are unparalleled in the world? No matter how old my grandfather gets, he can still beat you!"

He deliberately played a trick. He had suffered a great loss at Mingzhuo's hands, so how could he let Mingzhuo get away with it?

Of course, the two should fight, and it would be best if Mingzhuo was injured or crippled to vent his anger.

Mingzhuo: "The Seven Swords of the Big Dipper? Sounds pretty powerful. Okay, let's go out and fight then."

Just as she was about to get up, Ruan Mingying grabbed her hand.

Ruan Mingying was stunned. She had no objection to any of her sister's decisions, but wasn't this fighting and killing a bit too violent?

Although Jiang Shengying is old, she is well-maintained, walks with a powerful gait, and has bright, piercing eyes; she looks like a trained martial artist.

My little sister is so delicate and soft, she'll definitely get taken advantage of!

"Zhuozhuo, how about we switch to a literary contest? Aren't you good at fortune telling? How about we have a fortune telling contest?" she whispered.

Those cultivators present were all sharp-witted and perceptive. Upon hearing Ruan Mingying's words, they immediately realized that Mingzhuo had revealed his ignorance.

Jiang Yuncheng: "If you're scared, immediately kneel down and kowtow three times to my grandfather, say sorry, and listen to my grandfather's teachings. That wouldn't be disgracing you."

Mingzhuo loved being provoked like this; it was practically handing him a handle. "If I win, I won't make your grandfather kowtow. You'll have to kowtow three times to me and listen to my teachings."

Jiang Yuncheng was furious: "You!"

Jiang Shengying sneered: "Very well, since you've made up your mind, let's have a fight and see if I, Jiang, am qualified to teach a junior like you a lesson!"

This turn of events has surprised many people.

Immediately, everyone followed and came out, eager to see what was going on.

The plaza outside the hotel was cleared out, and a group of elegantly dressed people, no longer socializing in the banquet hall, stood on the edge of the plaza, heading to the front line of gossip.

Jiang Yuncheng stepped forward: "Let me make this clear first: in the arena, life and death are irrelevant. If you regret it, it's not too late."

Mingzhuo chuckled. "So you want to teach me a lesson? Fine, beat me first if you dare."

Seeing that Ming Zhuo didn't bring his magic sword, Yu Zhenran thought for a moment and took off his own peach wood sword. "Although it's not very handy, you can still use it for now."

He wanted to advise Mingzhuo that if he couldn't win, he should decisively abandon his sword and admit defeat, so he would suffer less.

Mingzhuo turned to look at Gu Xu, "A-Xu, may I borrow your bronze mirror?"

Gu Xu paused for a moment, then quickly handed the bronze mirror to Ming Zhuo.

Jiang Yuncheng saw this and was secretly pleased. He had experienced Ming Zhuo's prowess in Xiangshi and knew that Ming Zhuo's swordsmanship was very powerful. Now that he had no sword, he was completely at a disadvantage with just a bronze mirror.

After all, every inch of a cold weapon is more dangerous than its length. A bronze mirror can be used to ward off evil spirits and break illusions, but it cannot be considered a weapon in a fight.

Once Jiang Shengying and the others were ready, they drew their money swords and launched a swift attack.

He wanted to end the match within three moves, and his sword energy surged towards Mingzhuo.

Mingzhuo was wearing a skirt, which restricted her movement, but fortunately the skirt was large enough that she didn't dodge or avoid it, and instead won the fight.

Ruan Mingying covered her eyes in fright. She was filled with regret. If she had known there would be a fight tonight, she shouldn't have let her sister wear a skirt.

My heart was pounding with anxiety when I heard a gasp from those around me, followed by complete silence.

Is it over already? Ruan Mingying's heart jumped, and she rushed over, "Zhuozhuo!"

She saw Mingzhuo land gracefully, her skirt billowing, her movements elegant and ethereal, without a trace of disarray. It was good that her sister was alright!

"Where is Old Jiang?" She looked around.

The person next to her pointed, and she looked in that direction and saw that Jiang Shengying was being helped up by Yu Zhenran and Jiang Yuncheng.

Ruan Mingying froze, looking completely bewildered, and asked, "What happened?"

The people around also had complicated expressions, and whispered, "It seems like... Old Jiang lost?"

The main problem was that everything happened too fast. Before anyone could react, Jiang Shengying had already been kicked back several steps by Ming Zhuo.

Jiang Yuncheng: "You cheated! You just shone this bronze mirror on my grandfather, which is why he couldn't use his sword move!"

Mingzhuo returned the bronze mirror to Gu Xu: "It seems you're not convinced. Why don't you come and teach me a lesson?"

Jiang Yuncheng glanced at Jiang Shengying, then grabbed the money sword and said, "Come on, prepare to die!"

Since parting ways last year, he has been diligently practicing the Seven Swords of the Big Dipper, making great progress in his swordsmanship and having already received seven or eight parts of Jiang Shengying's true teachings.

Jiang Shengying was getting old, and physical aging was inevitable, but he was strong and healthy, at his peak. He didn't believe he couldn't deal with Ming Zhuo without his magic weapon!

He Wangyao was truly speechless; it was the first time she had ever seen someone so eager to come up and deliver themselves to their death.

He silently counted in his mind, and sure enough, within three moves, Ming Zhuo broke through Jiang Yuncheng's impenetrable sword moves.

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