"Humph! This is the Eight Gates of Jingu? Nothing more than that!"
After Lin Che threw a punch, he stood in mid-air and did not continue to attack.
After hearing this, Wu Zhiyao on the ground was already extremely angry. Her face turned red and she almost exploded.
He has powerful skills and is known as the Sword Saint in the art of swordsmanship.
After joining the Eight Gates of the Divine Palace, he had never been defeated, but he never expected that he would be beaten by Lin Che to the point where he couldn't even draw his sword.
What is this?
A sword master who wields a sword can't even draw his sword!
What a shame this is?
Boom!!
Wu Zhiyao's face was distorted, and he suddenly pressed his hand on the sword box behind him, as if hesitating whether to use the weapon in the sword box.
"That's enough! You don't have to go on."
At this moment, Ye Zheyun in the distance spoke in a deep voice.
For some reason, these words suddenly calmed Wu Zhiyao down. He seemed to have been hit by a stern warning and instantly came to his senses.
He immediately put the sword box back on his back.
Lin Che frowned. How could Wu Zhiyao remain calm in such a humiliating situation?
"Senior Ye, you don't have to stop me. Today is a good day for me to help you, the Eight Gates of the Divine Palace, get rid of those idiots!"
Unexpectedly, Wu Zhiyao remained unmoved.
The anger in his body had disappeared without a trace, and he stretched out his hand to grab the sword from the deep pit.
Boom!
Lin Che fired the spear in his hand fiercely, and it landed in the deep pit with a bang, suppressing the sword.
"You dare to touch my things?"
"Don't go too far!" Wu Zhiyao raised his head abruptly, anger finally flaring in his eyes. Lin Che clearly wanted to covet his sword.
It’s bad enough that the sword wasn’t pulled out, but now you have to throw away another sword?
This is simply like pressing his face to the ground and rubbing it madly!
Lin Che refused to give in and shouted, "Either get out! Or I'll kill you! You choose!"
BANG!!
Wu Zhiyao exerted force with her feet and stomped hard, and the entire ground instantly cracked into cracks that were more than ten meters long.
Obviously, he has reached the critical point of explosion.
"Lin Che, this is just a sparring match!"
Ye Zheyun spoke again, and he took a few steps forward, came in front of Lin Che, and pointed at the Shenjiying on the ground.
"Of course you have to continue fighting him, but I'm afraid it will affect them. It might even implicate the Emperor of Dagan. There's no need to push him too hard now."
"If you really want to fight him to the death, then wait until you join the Eight Gates of the Shrine. No one will stop you. But not now!"
Lin Che glanced at Jiang Li and hesitated for a moment.
Indeed, now was not the most appropriate time. He had already proved to Jingu Bamen that he was not someone to be bullied. This was enough.
“Senior Ye, the rules of your Eight Gates of the Divine Palace are very strict, I’m afraid they are not suitable for me.”
"Little brother, this may not be up to you. You have practiced the Death Gate technique. If you don't join the Eight Gates of the Shrine, the consequences will be very serious." The little loli with twin ponytails said with a smile.
Lin Che just glanced at her without answering.
Ye Zheyun continued, "We're here today mainly to inform you. If all goes well, in four months, you'll be the heir to the Death Gate of the Eight Gates of the Divine Palace. Say goodbye properly, and we'll come pick you up in four months."
"I'm afraid I'll disappoint you."
"Don't worry. Take your time to think about it!"
Ye Zheyun glanced at Wu Zhiyao and said, "Then let's go first."
Wu Zhiyao glanced at the sword pit and said through gritted teeth:
"Wait! In four months, I will come and take the sword myself!"
BANG!!
He leaped suddenly, soared diagonally into the sky, and flew away into the distance.
Ye Zheyun and the loli with twin ponytails didn't say much and flew away together.
The three of them flew very fast, leaving three long white trails in the air...
“Lin Che!”
At this time, Jiang Li rose into the air and came to Lin Che's side.
Her expression was complicated, as if she was happy for Lin Che, but also angry for him. She whispered:
"Since the Eight Gates of Jingu have chosen you, this should be your destiny. If you disagree, they will definitely join forces to kill you. According to their rules, there is no room for people like you."
"They have such strict rules! No one can force me, Lin Che, to do anything I don't want to do."
Lin Che grabbed the ground with one hand, and the spear and sword flew up together.
He caught them one by one in each hand. The sword seemed unwilling to be controlled by outsiders. It was still buzzing and seemed to be about to fly away at any time.
Jiang Li glanced at the sword and sighed, "You are indeed qualified to reject the Eight Gates of the Divine Palace. Back then, I practiced the Qiankun Yixing Bu for three full years. And you... it only took you three quarters of an hour."
She paused, as if she had gotten used to Lin Che's inhuman speed of cultivation.
After all, Lin Che even learned the divine skill of divine grace.
"Although you have a lot of cultivation, what I tell you is absolutely true! The Eight Gates of the Divine Palace have been searching for the missing successor to the Death Gate. Now that they have finally gathered all eight gates, they should go together to accomplish something great."
"What's up?"
"I don't know, but I've heard a saying: If all eight gates are in harmony, you will achieve immortality!"
“Eternal life again?” Lin Che had heard it too many times.
Jiang Li pointed to the tent and said, "Let's talk about it when we get back."
The two returned to the tent together, and Lin Che casually put the sword into the Cangtian bag.
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