Transmigration: A person in a martial arts world, cultivating to ascend to immortality

Sitting at the head of the table, Tu Jianwu's mood was the exact opposite of Zuo Cheng's. When he saw Shi Jing extend a sparring invitation to Yan Jiaojiao, his expression suddenly turned ugly.

This was a situation he hadn't anticipated. But even if he didn't want Yan Jiaojiao to go on stage, he couldn't stop her and could only let things spiral out of control.

Yan Jiaojiao's state of mind at this moment was very similar to Tu Jianwu's.

She was resistant to Shi Jing's invitation and didn't want to accept it, but she couldn't find a suitable reason to refuse.

In such a crowded and public setting, if she were to casually make up an excuse to decline Shi Jing's invitation, it could easily be sensationalized and spread by those with ulterior motives.

At that time, rumors such as "the disciples of the Xuehua Sect are extremely arrogant and look down on martial artists who come from independent cultivation backgrounds" will spread throughout the martial arts world.

The reputation of the Xuehua faction is likely to be affected as a result!

Although she had a mission to complete in this competition, she could still tell whether the mission or the reputation of her sect was more important.

Therefore, she had to accept Shi Jing's invitation.

Moreover, even if she runs out of chances, her junior brother Wan Yuankai will still have one more opportunity.

Even if Wan Yuankai's strength is insufficient to test Lu Jingchen's abilities, there is still the Left Chancellor.

Even though she and Zuo Cheng belong to different camps, their purpose in participating in this competition should be the same.

This can be analyzed simply by looking at the various behaviors of Du Ya and Yuan Ding.

Furthermore, the fact that the Snowflake Faction had sided with the Second Princess was no longer a secret among the various factions.

Just before going on stage, Yan Jiaojiao turned her head and glanced at Zuo Cheng, only to meet his gaze and notice the gloating expression on his face that he hadn't yet managed to conceal.

She and Zuo Cheng were old acquaintances, and she knew him very well. So when she saw Zuo Cheng with such a rude expression, she wasn't surprised.

Zuo Cheng was somewhat bewildered by Yan Jiaojiao's gaze, unable to understand for a moment what her meaningful look was trying to convey.

When Yan Jiaojiao came on stage, the atmosphere finally became lively again.

This is the second match after Zuo Cheng and Shi Jing, where both sides are top-notch masters.

Qi Changqing was also very much looking forward to this competition.

His current cultivation level has reached the late stage of the second-rate level. Watching battles between first-rate masters will undoubtedly benefit him greatly. Not only will he learn more, but he will also become more familiar with this level, which will help him make breakthroughs in the future.

"Sir, who do you think will win this contest?"

Although Qi Changqing had his own guesses, he still couldn't help but want to hear Jiang Yuchuan's opinion.

Without hesitation, Jiang Yuchuan said Yan Jiaojiao's name.

Qi Changqing smiled and said, "I think the same as you, sir. I also think that this senior sister surnamed Yan will be the winner in the end."

Although he hoped that Shi Jing could win this time, based on their previous performances, there was still a significant gap in strength between them.

As the two were talking, Yan Jiaojiao and Shi Jing had already started fighting.

Yan Jiaojiao used the same move as Xuehua Sect's ultimate technique, "Flying Snow Sword Art". However, this time, Shi Jing did not use "Golden Body Protection Skill" for passive defense as before. Instead, he used the Buddhist martial art "Dragon Claw Hand", which is quite famous in the martial arts world.

Such fierce and domineering claw techniques, wielded by the seemingly harmless Shi Jing, seem somewhat incongruous.

"Dragon Claw Hand" truly lives up to its name, enabling Shi Jing to withstand Yan Jiaojiao's sharp longsword with just his two fleshy claws and fight her to a standstill.

Everyone cheered when they saw Shi Jing display extraordinary power, contrary to his usual behavior.

Even Zuo Cheng, who was standing to the side, was shocked by Shi Jing's powerful claw technique and showed a surprised expression.

Imagine if Shi Jing had unexpectedly used the "Dragon Claw Hand" when they fought earlier, the outcome would have been uncertain!

The thought that Shi Jing might have been too modest in his victory caused Zuo Cheng's face to flush red and then turn pale.

If he can see these things, others certainly can too!

Zuo Cheng closed his eyes, not daring to think any further, nor wanting to see any more.

At this moment, all he wanted was for Yan Jiaojiao to be defeated by Shi Jing; only then would he feel a little better.

Unfortunately, his idea had barely formed when Shi Jing's offensive weakened under Yan Jiaojiao's relentless suppression, forcing him into a passive defensive posture.

Despite being at a disadvantage, with the blessing of the "Golden Body Protection Technique," Shi Jing did not succumb immediately. Instead, he waited until an incense stick was about to burn out before admitting defeat.

After the two finished their match, Zuo Cheng, feeling that he had lost face, was unwilling to drag it out any longer. He walked directly to the training ground, wanting to end this terrible competition as soon as possible.

To Zuo Cheng's surprise, no sooner had he left than someone followed him up, completely disrupting his plans.

The person who followed Zuo Cheng into the martial arts arena was Jiang Jihai, who had never made a move before.

"What do you mean by this?"

Zuo Cheng frowned and looked at Jiang Jihai, who was following behind him.

"What else could it mean?" Jiang Jihai yawned and said, "Naturally, I want to have a go with you."

Seeing the Left Chancellor staring at him with hostility, Jiang Jihai raised his eyebrows and deliberately raised his voice, saying, "What? Does the renowned Young Master of the Luoxia Sect look down on a rogue cultivator like me? Do you think I'm not worthy to fight someone as important as you?"

Upon hearing Jiang Jihai's words, murmurs immediately arose from the audience seats on both sides.

"--you!"

The Left Chancellor was speechless with anger, his eyes widening in fury.

Just then, Du Ya's voice came over:

"Cheng'er, since this young friend is so sincere in wanting to have a match with you, just accept it. There's no need to worry about anything."

"Yes, Elder!"

The Left Chancellor clasped his hands in response to Du Ya, then turned to look at Jiang Jihai standing opposite him and said fiercely, "Since you wish to spar, then I will gladly oblige! However, swords have no eyes, so if you suffer any injury later, don't blame me for not warning you beforehand!"

"Got it, got it!"

Jiang Jihai waved his hand impatiently.

At the same time, he felt a cold gaze fall on him.

He didn't even need to look to know that it was Du Ya, that petty old tortoise, watching him.

Jiang Jihai didn't care at all and simply beckoned to the Left Chancellor, "Make your move. Don't hold back any of your skills, just use them. Don't say I didn't give you a chance later."

"Very well! Very well! Since you are so confident, I certainly cannot let you down!"

Seeing that the other party was so contemptuous of him, Zuo Cheng laughed angrily and swung his long sword to stab at him.