Chapter 422: The feeling of a blind cat catching a dead mouse

"Brother Dijiang, let's stop guessing and thinking. Let's go up the mountain quickly! Once we get to the mountain, everything will be clear." Jiujiu said.

"good."

The two men quickened their pace up the mountain because they had doubts in their minds.

Although the mountain road was rugged and tiring, Dijiang and Jiujiu did not rest or slow down, but climbed the mountain as fast as possible.

Fortunately, the two of them have been practicing martial arts since childhood, and their physical fitness is better than that of ordinary people, and their patience is also good, so they don’t need to rest, otherwise, they can’t withstand this speed.

More than an hour later, Dijiang and Jiujiu reached the top of Mount Buzhou.

It was noon, lunch time, so there shouldn't be many people on the top of the mountain. But when they arrived, they saw many monks there, queuing up to draw the Longyuan Sword.

For some unknown reason, only two of the four monks guarding the sword were left.

And looking at their appearance, they were pale, hunched over, coughing all the time, and their lower body was not very stable, it seemed that they had suffered serious internal injuries.

It’s really strange, their martial arts skills are already high enough, who can hurt them?

Jiujiu and Dijiang looked at each other and saw confusion in each other's eyes.

"Go and ask."

"Um."

Jiujiu took a step forward, patted the little monk on the shoulder, and asked, "Little Master, can you tell me? Why are so many of you suddenly taking turns to draw your swords?"

"Didn't those four old monks not allow us to draw our swords easily? They didn't even allow us to try."

"Why did it change so suddenly?"

When the little monk heard someone talking, he turned his head to look at Jiujiu and Dijiang, and said seriously: "Donors, this mountain is not peaceful, you should go down the mountain quickly!"

"Not peaceful?"

Jiujiu became even more curious.

What happened?

【Looking at them like this, it shouldn't be a small matter. 】

Di Jiang then asked: "Little Master, what is wrong?"

"Yes..." The little monk was about to say something, but stopped. He murmured, "Why am I telling you all this? Even if I tell you, you can't help me."

"Anyway, just get down the mountain! I won't say any more to you."

"It's my turn to draw the sword soon. I have to get ready and start drawing the sword." Only by drawing the sword can they avoid this disaster, otherwise, everyone will die.

After the young monk finished speaking, he began to stretch his muscles and bones, no longer paying attention to Jiujiu and Dijiang.

The two little monks in front of him had already started drawing their swords one by one.

But they didn't pull it out, and their palms were injured, covered in bloodstains, and kept bleeding, which was horrifying to see.

Dijiang and Jiujiu took a few glances and then came to the remaining two old monks who were sitting on the lotus platform and watching.

"You two, do we want to draw our swords as well?"

"Do you think it's okay?"

The two old monks shook their heads together and said, "Two donors, why are you here again? Haven't you been here before? My eldest brother also said that you can't draw your swords."

"Our eldest brother will never lie, so hurry up and leave!"

The eldest brother is good at fortune-telling and face-reading. If he says that the two men cannot draw their swords, they will definitely not be able to do so.

Why waste time?

What's more, they have no time to waste now. They only have one day to change the final result. Every minute and every second is precious.

"Is it not possible to even try?"

"There are already so many people trying it, two more of us won't make much difference!"

Jiujiu went up the mountain twice, and was refused to draw her sword both times for various reasons. She got angry even if she tried.

She put one hand on her waist and kept pointing at the old monk who told her no, cursing: "You two old monks are too pedantic. Your brains are stuck. You don't know how to adapt to anything. You are too rigid."

"Your senior brother said we can't draw the sword, does that mean we can't draw it?"

"Is your senior brother so powerful? Can he predict the unknown?"

Jiujiu is really strange. Is there really someone in the world who can calculate everything?

She doesn't believe it.

God will not allow such a person to live.

"Yes, our eldest brother is so powerful. He can calculate and predict unknown things." The third brother said firmly.

"Then has he calculated when he will die? When he will be reborn as a human being?" Jiujiu was so angry that he spoke without thinking for a moment.

Jiujiu thought the old monk would be so angry that he would jump to his feet, but the old monk was unusually calm. He even murmured sadly: "The eldest brother really didn't calculate when he would pass away..."

Jiujiu: “…”

Is she right?

Jiujiu felt like a blind cat catching a dead mouse.

Di Jiang glanced at Jiujiu and said, "If that's the case, then it proves that your senior brother's calculations are not very accurate and cannot be trusted."

"..." After hearing this, the third senior brother stopped talking and his expression became very complicated.

Jiujiu said: "Just let us try it?"

"I...I'll think about it."

Third Senior Brother has been shaken and is willing to consider it.

Not far away, the third brother's junior brother was ready to go in person. He was the strongest among the four brothers, and he also had the best hope of pulling out the Dragon Abyss Sword.

All their disciples had tried, but were unable to pull the sword out. Now the hope of drawing the sword lay with him and the third senior brother.

He glanced at his third senior brother, took a deep breath, stepped forward, and held the sword with both hands, "Third senior brother, even if it costs my life, I will do my best to pull out this sword."

When the Third Senior Brother heard this, he no longer had time to think about things. He also took two steps forward and said, "Fourth Senior Brother, you must do your best."

"I believe you can do it."

"After all, among the four of us, none of us is as strong as you."

"I understand." The fourth junior brother said, "I'll start now."

The fourth junior brother drew his sword. Even though he was old, with white hair, wrinkles on his face, and a bruised back due to internal injuries, he was very decisive when he drew his sword.

The veins on the back of his hands where he was holding the sword were bulging because he was using too much force, and beads of sweat were dripping down his forehead.

And around him, there was an invisible force emanating from him when he drew his sword. The little monks who were close to him were all bounced away and fell to the ground, each of them holding their chests and groaning.

After they got up, they murmured, "Master Four is so powerful, he will definitely be able to draw the sword."

"Everyone, just wait and see. After the Fourth Master draws his sword, he will definitely help the First and Second Masters to avenge their revenge."

"right."

“Everyone is waiting to see.”

Unfortunately, this fourth junior brother pulled out the hairpin for the entire night. His hands were covered in blood and he was exhausted and about to faint, but he just couldn't pull it out.

Seeing this, the third brother also tried to pull it out, but still failed.

The time agreed upon yesterday has arrived. Since it is not winter, we will go up the mountain.

what to do?

"Can we just wait to die?"