BXBX NOVEL Chapter 4970 Disciple Against Disciple
Chapter 4970 Disciple Against Disciple
Jian Wushuang put down the wine cup and looked at the black-haired man and the white-robed man. He found that he had been watching him.
Their eyes met, and the black-haired and white-robed man gave him a friendly smile.
Jian Wushuang returned the greeting and continued to look straight ahead.
"Good fellow, you\'re really strong." Yan Fan was not satisfied. He put down his glass and drank like Jiang Li.
The black-haired man and the white-robed man did not want to fall behind either. They also picked up the wine pot and drank heartily.
To Jian Wushuang\'s surprise, the gentle and charming Vast Moon Immortal Lord also changed her previous weak appearance. She lifted the wine pot and started to chant.
Just like that, the originally tense situation turned into a drinking contest.
Out of curiosity, Jian Wushuang tested the weight of the wine pot and could not help but click his tongue.
There were thousands of things inside this jug, and the amount of wine stored in it was no less than 100,000 catties!
If these 100,000 catties were to fall into his stomach, even a Grand Yan Immortal would be completely drunk.
As time passed, Jiang Li threw down the wine pot first, but it was empty.
"How satisfying!" Jiang Li did not look drunk at all. Satisfied, she sat back down.
A moment later, Yan Fan, the black-haired and white-robed man, and the Vast Moon Immortal Lord all finished the wine in the jug one after another, and their faces were more or less tipsy.
"How have you been all these years?" The black-haired man and the white-clothed man looked at Jiang Li and finally made up their minds.
"Who can be happy after being exiled here? Yan Fan and I have been in a deep sleep and rarely woke up until today," Jiang Li said slowly.
The black-haired man and the white-robed man were silent. Then, he looked at Jian Wushuang and asked, "Who is this?"
Before Jiang Li could say anything, Yan Fan said excitedly, "This is my disciple. He\'s a rare genius."
As soon as he said that, Vast Moon Immortal Lord looked at Jian Wushuang with her beautiful eyes.
She knew Yan Fan\'s pride very well. As an ultimate existence who had suppressed thousands of Heavenly Regions with a single sword in the Ancient Era, even the Emperor wanted to recruit him.
At that time, many Heaven\'s Favorites were eager to become his disciples, but he had never taken one in.
Now that time had passed and they met again, Yan Fan had an additional disciple by his side. How could she not be surprised?
When the black-haired and white-robed man heard this, he could not help but smile, "Oh, it seems like Brother Yan\'s taste is not bad. He is indeed a good seedling. However, it would be a little too much to call him a Heaven\'s Favorite. How can a Heaven\'s Favorite be a mere Yan Immortal?"
The Immortal Palace fell silent.
"Cang Ting, what do you mean?" Jiang Li was displeased.
"Nothing. I\'m just correcting some problems," the black-haired and white-robed man said with a faint smile.
Yan Fan, who was originally excited, also changed his expression. He looked at him and said meaningfully, "From what you said, it seems that you have accepted a true prodigy as your disciple?"
The black-haired and white-robed man named Cang Ting said calmly, "More or less. He has already comprehended his own Sword Dao. It\'s only a matter of time before he becomes a Sword Immortal in the future."
Yan Fan could not help but chuckle. "You\'re still like to joke as you were back then. Your disciple has become a Sword Immortal? Don\'t joke around. Only my disciple can become a Sword Immortal, okay?"
The Immortal Palace was silent. Cang Ting looked at him and continued, "How about a competition?"
"If you dare, then come. Who\'s afraid of who?!" Yan Fan said disdainfully. "Hurry up and ask your disciple to come out. We are in a hurry."
As soon as he finished speaking, a black-robed figure walked out from the depths of the Immortal Palace.
In this Immortal Palace that was all dressed in white, he seemed extremely out of place.
The black-robed young man\'s expression was extremely calm. It was like a True Sword that completely hid its edge, making it impossible for others to see through it.
As he appeared, his originally calm gaze instantly locked onto Jian Wushuang!
Three Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal!
Jiang Li and Yan Fan finally understood why Cang Ting was so confident. His disciple had already reached Three Revolutions!
Three Revolutions was already a qualitative change, not to mention that he had comprehended his own Sword Dao. Even if he faced a Six Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal, he had the strength to fight!
"This is really a little troublesome…" Yan Fan murmured in a low voice. Then, he quickly approached Jian Wushuang and said in a low voice, "Good Disciple, the fate of my face is on you this time. It\'s all up to you. "
"Uh... I\'m afraid that\'s not a good idea. I don\'t really want to make a move," Jian Wushuang said with a bitter smile.
"Good Disciple, you must save me and ruthlessly slap this old thing in the face," Yan Fan said in a low voice, almost kneeling in front of Jian Wushuang.
In the end, Jian Wushuang nodded and said, "I\'ll give it a try."
"Alright!" Yan Fan was so delighted that he almost jumped onto the table. "My disciple has already agreed. Let\'s get ready to start!"
Cang Ting was stunned. He did not expect Yan Fan to accept the challenge instead of retreating.
"Are you crazy? Look clearly, my disciple is a Three Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal, just the pressure of the Yan power is enough to make your disciple unable to stand up!"
Yan Fan snorted. "Cut the crap. Today, I\'ll show you what a real Heaven\'s Favorite is!"
Jian Wushuang stood up slowly. Jiang Li pulled him and said in a low voice, "Don\'t fight. If you feel uncomfortable, stop."
"Don\'t worry, it won\'t be a big problem." He smiled and stood in the center of the palace.
Vast Moon Immortal Lord, who had intended to stop him, had no choice but to give up after seeing this. At the same time, she was also worried for Yan Fan.
There had never been any suspense in the outcome of a Yan Immortal facing a Three Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal since ancient times, there had never been a single Yan Immortal who had counterattacked.
Even the most talented prodigies could not do it.
Could it be that all the fixed thoughts of the past would be overturned today?
Cang Ting secretly gritted his teeth. This was an extremely unfair battle. Even if his disciple won, it would not be too glorious.
After all, the gap between a Grand Yan Immortal and a Yan Immortal was something that could not be made up for.
Their eyes met, and the black-robed young man, who seemed to be hiding his sword, suddenly said, "You are very powerful. You are different from all the swordsmen I have seen. Your Sword Intent is too pure, as if it has been tempered by real blood and fire."
Upon hearing this, Jian Wushuang\'s calm state of mind could not help but ripple.
To be able to guess Jian Wushuang\'s hidden characteristics in such a short period of time, he was definitely a terrifying existence.