The phone number is an unfamiliar number.

"Hey, who?" Ye Xiong asked directly after answering the call.

This number is the most called in the missed phone number. It has been called dozens of times, almost every half an hour.

"It's me, Yi Yi." A voice suppressing crying sound came from the other side of the phone.

Yi Yi, the granddaughter of Taoist Master Sanqing.

"Miss Yi Yi, is there anything wrong?" Ye Xiong asked.

"My grandpa is dead."

Yi Yi couldn't help crying anymore. Through the phone, Ye Xiong could feel her heartbroken.

This number one beauty in the Immortal Sect, Ye Xiong did not agree with her personality, and felt that she looked down on others and looked cold. Although Ye Xiong's strength increased greatly and her view of herself completely changed, Ye Xiong still remembered the arrogance in her eyes when she was weak.

But I have to say that she had a very deep relationship with her grandfather in her heart, otherwise she would not have even betrayed herself to find her missing grandfather.

Now that something happened to Taoist Master Sanqing, her sadness is reasonable.

"Miss Yi Yi, what happened to Taoist genius?" Ye Xiong asked hurriedly.

"A famous monk in the island country is called Chizao Temple. He came to the Immortal Sect to challenge and humiliated the Chinese monks in every way, saying that we are the sick husbands of East Asia. My grandfather couldn't stand it and came forward to fight and was beaten to death on the arena. In addition to my grandfather, there are more than a dozen martial arts practitioners in China who were seriously injured. Master Jiekong was abolished. Now the four big words "The Sick Man in East Asia are still hanging on the Immortal Sect sign. My grandfather told me to find you before he died."

Yi Yi suppressed the crying and said these words.

Since his Dantian was abolished two years ago, Ye Xiong realized that his heart was as calm as water, but after hearing Yi Yi's words, he still couldn't help but feel angry.

Not to mention the grudges between China and the island country over the past century, the practice of Chisaji alone made him furious.

"I'll go to the Immortal Sect right away and let him see who is the sick man in East Asia." Ye Xiong said coldly.

"My grandpa is right, you will definitely not escape. We will wait for you." Yi Yi hung up the phone crying.

Ye Xiong went straight to the airport. Along the way, he answered several calls, all of whom he knew, and got his calls from him through various channels. In order to make it the same thing, the island country provoked the reputation of China.

At this time, he suddenly received a call from the evil spirit.

"Do you know about the Immortal Sect?" the evil spirit asked directly.

"I understand, dozens of people are looking for me." Ye Xiong said.

"I suggest you don't go, otherwise it may cause a lot of trouble."

"Why?" Ye Xiong asked strangely.

"Do you think Chizao Temple does this just to humiliate the Chinese cultivation path and have no power?"

"Is there any other reason?" Ye Xiong thought for a moment and blurted out: "Is it for the Immortal Ascension Conference?"

"That's right, half a year later, the Immortal Ascension Conference will be held. This is the preview of the Immortal Ascension Conference. In order to understand the strength of various countries, some major cultivators in the world have sent people to challenge the reputation of the country to find out the strength of cultivators in various countries. If you face the challenge, if you lose, you will lose your dignity. If you win, you will be chased by overseas cultivation forces. After all, if you die, then there will be one powerful competitor to the Immortal Ascension Conference." The evil spirit explained.

"What a poisonous plan." Ye Xiong finally understood.

"For cultivators, the so-called national glory has become indifferent. If they can enter the world of cultivation, who will remember which planet they are and the people of that country?" The evil spirit continued.

"I don't agree with your statement. The glory of the country is supreme." Ye Xiong said firmly.

"I just remind you that as for how to choose, you should consider it yourself." After saying that, Evil Spirit hung up the phone.

Ye Xiong was stunned and fell into deep thought.

He could imagine that no matter how successful he won or lost, his battle would cause great trouble.

If you lose, the name of King Jiangnan will be disgraced. If you win, you will have a stronger opponent to kill him.

However, Ye Xiong's dictionary does not have the word "fear".

He not only had to fight this battle, but also to make everyone know that the Chinese cultivators are not bullied.

He was born as a soldier, and his national reputation is more important than anything else.

One day later, Ye Xiong arrived at the foot of Tianshan Mountain.

At this time, thousands of cultivators gathered at the foot of Tianshan Mountain and headed towards the mountain in an endless stream.

Looking at the crowds of people, you can imagine how sensation this challenge caused.

He mixed in the crowd and walked towards the immortal gate.

Far from afar, a huge banner was praising the mountain, fluttering in the wind, with four big words written on it: The Sick Man in East Asia.

Under the banner, a large open space was revealed, and a short monk in the middle was standing in the middle, with a look of arrogance.

He should be the so-called challenger, Ikezakiji.

A man stood opposite him, Luo Zhen, the leader of Tianmen, was once the mortal enemy of Taoist Master Sanqing.

Off the field, thousands of monks looked at the two people in the field with bright eyes and shouted loudly.

"Master Luo, come on."

"Master Luo, I will win."

"Come on China."

Thousands of people shouted slogans together, but that momentum was so shocking.

"Islander, get back."

"Ikesaji, die sooner or later."

"Die sooner or later."

Countless people yelled, and the group of anger was stirred up.

Facing thousands of people yelling at the scene, Chi Zaosi glanced at him and said arrogantly: "In ten days, there were not ten thousand or eight thousand people who scolded me for dying, but I am still standing still. Instead, it is yours, either dead or injured. Don't you think it's ironic?"

Ichizakiji laughed while talking, his voice full of irony.

Luo Zhen suddenly reached out and pressed down.

Everyone around him calmed down immediately.

"Chizao Temple, I am Luo Zhen, the head of Tianmen. The reason why I stand here today is to tell you that there are so many passionate men in China. As long as you challenge one day, there will be people to fight until the day when the King of Jiangnan appears." Luo Zhen said loudly.

"The bullshit King Jiangnan, a turtle shrank, if he had the courage, he wouldn't have not come for ten days, so many of you came to die." Chi Zaosi was talking in a bad Chinese voice, and his voice was full of mockery. "But I have already spoken out. As long as someone fights to die every day, I will come. If one day is interrupted, I will leave, and I will see how many of you are not afraid of death."

"No one of us Chinese cultivators is afraid of death."

"We must last until the day when Jiangnan comes back."

"You are just waiting for the King of Jiangnan to deal with your dog's life."

A roar sounded from the field, and the sound pierced Ye Xiong's heart in waves.

It turns out that in order to wait for him to come, there have always been cultivators who are not afraid of death and stand up and use their lives to safeguard the dignity of the country.

It turns out that so many people are full of expectations for him.

His passion suddenly boiled.

However, he still suppressed his inner impulse because he wanted to see how strong Ikesaji had reached.

"Don't waste time, do it!"

Chi Zao Temple faced Luo Zhen directly and said arrogantly: "After the fight, I have to go down the mountain to find a few Chinese girls to play with. By the way, you, Chinese cultivation is of very poor strength, but women are really good-looking and they are very comfortable to do."
Chapter completed!