Junior sister slandered me, the Drunken Swordsman, I cut through the gate of heaven with one sword

Chapter 179: Accepting Three Rounds of Attacks from a Loose Immortal
Zhou Tianwu glanced at the great elder and said indifferently: "I will give you a chance. As long as you can last three rounds in the hands of Elder Fujiwara Tian, ​​you will pass today."

"But if you fail, then you will need to hand over the contribution points of the entire Lower Court, and earn contribution points for the sect for free for a hundred years. At the same time, you will not be allowed to enter the Middle Court and the Inner Court. How do you do that?"

As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was shocked.

Even Nalan Xue had her eyebrows raised, her eyes filled with anger towards the sect leader Zhou Tianwu.

I didn't expect this guy to be so rampant.

The sect disciples also had solemn expressions, and no one dared to say anything.

There is indeed a huge gap in strength between the Mahayana stage and the scattered immortals. The scattered immortals have experienced the baptism of heavenly tribulations and their strength is far beyond that of ordinary Mahayana cultivators. In such a battle, a Mahayana cultivator like Ye Qian'an is indeed as difficult as hitting a rock with an egg.

From the perspective of realm, the immortals have surpassed the ordinary level of immortal cultivation and possess more powerful magic power and supernatural powers.

Although the Mahayana stage is also a high-level realm, when facing a wandering immortal, whether it is the power of spells, the control over the power of heaven and earth, or combat experience and state of mind, it may be at a disadvantage.

Because of this, Ye Qian'an has almost no chance of winning, and he might not even be able to last for one round. After all, the gap between a casual immortal and a Mahayana is a world of difference.

Fujiwara Ten held one hand behind him and said, "My boy, I can suppress your strength by one tenth. As long as you can last three rounds, I will admit defeat. How about that?"

The Shenxuan Sect's disciples dared not speak out but were angry, highlighting their dissatisfaction and helplessness with the decision of their leader Zhou Tianwu.

In their opinion, letting Ye Qian'an fight against the immortal Teng Yuantian with his Mahayana strength would undoubtedly be a battle that was almost impossible to win, and the sect leader's decision seemed too harsh and risky.

This decision may cause the disciples to question the leadership and decision-making of the sect leader, and may also make them worry about Ye Qian'an's fate.

For Ye Qian'an, he not only has to face powerful opponents, but also has to bear the pressure and expectations from his peers.

For him, this battle is both a huge challenge and an opportunity to prove himself.

His choices and actions will determine his own destiny and may also affect the future direction of Shenxuanzong.

Nalan Xue immediately said: "Master Zhou Tianwu, what do you mean by this? Have you ever thought about letting Fellow Daoist Ye Qian'an become the pride of the Shenxuan Sect?"

"I am only giving him a chance. Of course, he can give up. But what will happen if he gives up? Even if I don't tell you, I'm sure you all know it."

Zhou Tianwu's words have already told Ye Qian'an that this is the only path he has left. If he fails, what awaits Ye Qian'an will be a hundred years of imprisonment.

He was no longer given any chance to resist.

Ye Qian'an held the magic sword in his hand, staring at Fujiwara Ten's position, suppressing nine-tenths of his combat power. Fujiwara Ten himself was definitely comparable to a wandering immortal. With such a gap in levels, it was already not easy for him to last a round.

Not to mention maintaining a stalemate for three rounds, which is simply impossible to accomplish.

But now he has no way out. Either he will be imprisoned in Shenxuan Sect for a hundred years, or he will go all out and fight to the death.

Thinking of this, Ye Qian'an took off the wine gourd from his waist, raised his head and took a few big gulps, then wiped the water stains from his mouth and said lightly: "In that case, come on."

After Ye Qi'an finished speaking, all the disciples of the Shenxuan Sect were stunned. They didn't expect this guy to be so arrogant. You know, he is a strong man in the realm of scattered immortals. Even a thunder cultivator couldn't last three rounds, let alone Ye Qi'an, a Mahayana cultivator.

After hearing the other party's agreement, Fujiwara Tenka subconsciously looked at the clan leader. He thought the other party would protect himself, but now it seems that this guy is like a fool and has no intention of backing down at all.

The winning rate is almost zero, but he still dares to take it on. I really admire his courage.

However, smart people often do not live long.

Next, I will personally escort him to the battle.

Nalan Xue held Ye Qian'an's wrist tightly and kept shaking her head at him, as if telling Ye Qian'an not to continue, otherwise he would surely die.

However, Ye Qian'an has made up his mind. For his own sake and for the sake of the entire Red Fire League, if he does not do this, the Red Fire League will completely disappear from the Shenxuan Sect in the future.

The disciples of the Red Fire League's concern for their leader Ye Qiyan shows their loyalty and concern for Ye Qiyan.

As the leader of the alliance, Ye Qi'an holds an important position in their hearts. Now, Ye Qi'an has to face the powerful Sanxian Teng Yuantian, which undoubtedly makes them feel uneasy.

They might pray silently in their hearts that Ye Qian'an can safely get through this crisis, or they might try their best to provide support and help to Ye Qian'an.

This concern not only reflects their personal feelings towards Ye Qian'an, but also reflects the unity and cohesion within the Red Fire Alliance.

At this tense moment, the disciples of the Red Fire League may unite more closely and prepare for possible consequences together.

As the geniuses from other sects left, only Ye Qian'an and Fujiwara Tian were left in the entire venue.

Fujiwara Ten stood expressionlessly with his hands behind his back, his head raised high, and glanced at Ye Qian'an in front of him. He said indifferently: "Boy, I'm giving you this opportunity, you do it now."

Ye Qian'an did not rush to take action, but took out more than a dozen jars of fine wine from his storage ring, preparing to bring his strength to a higher level so as to completely withstand Fujiwara Ten's three rounds of attacks.

Even if the opponent is powerful enough to suppress you, it is still extremely difficult to persist.

Ye Qian'an picked up the jar of wine beside him, opened the lid casually, and drank it with his head tilted back.

The clear liquor dripped from the corners of his mouth, soaking his clothes and shocking everyone.

He is still drinking even when he is about to die. He really doesn't know his own limitations.

Even the leader of the Shenxuan Sect, Zhou Tianwu, snorted coldly. It was just as he expected, this guy didn't have any other outstanding qualities except for being able to drink some wine.

However, drinking alcohol to improve strength is similar to the Drunken God Sect. I just don't know if this guy can make it to the end.

Three rounds.

It should be more than enough to destroy Ye Qiyan. Today, I will take this opportunity to take down your son Ye Qiyan and completely strangle him in the Shenxuan Sect, leaving him no chance to break through his cultivation.

After all, if we don’t kill someone with such extraordinary talent, it will be a disaster for the sect!
(End of this chapter)