Demon Lord Tang Dynasty

Fu Junzhuo's sword light did not stop, and the two continued to fight.

However, compared to before, Fu Junzhuo's moves were noticeably more scattered, and her sword energy was not as solid as before.

The culprit behind all of this was, of course, that old, decrepit man.

Fu Junzhuo was not a good-tempered person to begin with, and she had an instinctive aversion to the people of the Central Plains.

Furthermore, since it involved her most respected mentor, she was naturally stirred up.

In short, Fu Junzhuo's heart was in turmoil.

If the mind is not calm, the sword will naturally be dull.

After disturbing Fu Junzhuo's mind with a few words, the old man returned to his previous harmless demeanor, as if nothing had happened.

Gao Yi did not dwell too much on the battle between the two.

Fu Junzhuo's sword light was naturally sharp, and both her swordsmanship and cultivation were truly inherited from Fu Cailin.

But just as the old man said before, Fu Junzhuo's hatred for everything in the Central Plains directly led to her shallow understanding of the Dao.

It can be said that even without the early death of the original character, he was destined never to have glimpsed the true realm of superior martial arts.

In other words, Fu Junzhuo's future is over.

Although this break was due to subjective factors, it was not a dead end.

But old habits die hard, and Gao Yi didn't believe that Fu Junzhuo could change her mind so easily.

Of course, Gao Yi didn't care whether Fu Junzhuo could change or come to a complete understanding.

His attention was focused entirely on the old man.

There were four people in the room, representing three different groups of guests.

He roughly understood the purpose of Bai Ziting and Fu Junzhuo's visit.

The remaining two were complete strangers.

The old man, in particular, was clearly no ordinary person. As for the young man, although Gao Yi was impressed by his Jizhou Fist style, he was obviously a novice who had just started learning.

Gao Yi knew perfectly well that the bait he had laid and the feast he had prepared had finally attracted a real big fish.

Just as Gao Yi was observing, the battle in the arena reached a critical point where the outcome would be decided.

Although the old man's persuasive words greatly affected Fu Junzhuo.

However, the young man did not gain much of an advantage; instead, as time went on, he began to falter.

The reason is simple: as the fight between the two intensified, the man's weaknesses were quickly exposed.

First, he lacked experience in sparring. Most importantly, the man kept using the same punching technique over and over again.

It was obvious that the man only knew that one punch.

There is no inherent superiority or inferiority between simplicity and complexity, or between clumsiness and skill.

However, it is obviously not so easy to achieve the goal of defeating skill with clumsiness with just one punch.

The man in front of me is far inferior.

"So you, a Sui person, only know one move. How laughable."

Given the obvious situation, it was impossible for Fu Junzhuo not to notice it.

With a cold laugh, Fu Junzhuo's swordplay instantly changed, no longer fixated on breaking through in one aspect.

The sword light scattered in all directions, encircling the opponent from all sides.

It was like a heavy shackle, completely surrounding the man.

If it falls onto the chessboard, it will create a situation where the opponent is in a precarious position.

Faced with this sudden change of tactics, the man's lack of experience was instantly exposed.

The sword light scattered in all directions, and looking up, one could no longer find the direction from which the punch was thrown.

Therefore, the man had no choice but to back away.

But Fu Junzhuo clearly wouldn't let this opportunity slip by.

In chess, one step back leads to another, and one wrong move can lead to the loss of the entire game.

The same applies to actual combat.

"It seems Miss Fu is about to win," Bai Ziting said with a shake of his head and a smile.

As he spoke, Bai Ziting kept his eyes on Gao Yi.

The outcome of the match is already very clear; even an ordinary person could see it.

Bai Ziting's words were certainly not just what they seemed on the surface.

Instead, he was seeking Gao Yi's opinion.

The man in the arena kept retreating, but Fu Junzhuo pressed him relentlessly, and not only that, the sword light in her hand became even more fierce.

The killing intent emanating from the sword showed that Fu Junzhuo was not going to give up easily.

Bai Ziting didn't care whether the man lived or died, since he was closer to Goguryeo in terms of relationship.

But where they are now is Gao Yi's territory.

No owner would want to see others arbitrarily causing trouble on their territory.

Bai Ziting was clearly waiting for Gao Yi to speak. Once Gao Yi showed that intention, he could stop Fu Junzhuo and easily gain Gao Yi's favor.

Gao Yi did not respond to Bai Ziting, nor did he show any sign of making a move.

Their eyes remained calm as they looked at the old man.

He couldn't believe that this extraordinary old man would watch his junior die before his eyes.

Just then, the old man in the distance suddenly turned his head.

Their eyes met, and the old man gave Gao Yi a meaningful smile.

"Its soil is only white loam, and its taxes are only of the highest quality."

Meeting Gao Yi's gaze, the old man slowly spoke:

"Jizhou is the center of the world, the residence of the emperor. With feet firmly planted on the earth and bearing the weight of Jizhou on one's shoulders, one should be as steadfast as a mountain and as majestic as a peak. With a fist that is vast and pure, one can surely bring peace and prosperity to the land."

The old man's voice was clear and resonant. Although he looked at Gao Yi, it was clear that he was instructing his own junior.

Upon hearing this, the young man shuddered, immediately stopping his retreat. He planted his feet firmly in the ground, raised his head high, roared, and slammed his arm forward.

"Bang!"

Faced with a sudden punch, Fu Junzhuo had no time to change her move and could only raise her sword to meet it head-on.

After a loud roar.

The man's body was half submerged in the ground, his upper body was swaying continuously, and his face had turned pale.

However, compared to him, Fu Junzhuo's situation was undoubtedly worse.

The longsword slipped from her hand, and she was thrown back several meters before she managed to catch her breath and avoid falling. However, the blood trickling from the corner of her mouth indicated her condition.

"Miss Fu..."

Bai Ziting exclaimed in surprise, unable to remain calm any longer, and leaped in front of Fu Junzhuo.

At this moment, Fu Junzhuo was clearly seriously injured, while the young man was unharmed and had already flown out, glaring fiercely at Fu Junzhuo.

Bai Ziting wanted to win over Gao Yi, but that didn't mean he would just stand by and watch Fu Junzhuo die.

Of course, Gao Yi was also happy to see this.

He didn't care much about whether Fu Junzhuo lived or died.

The other person can die, but they cannot die here.

After all, Fu Junzhuo's identity is not simple.

Most importantly, Gao Yi didn't want to take the blame for others for no reason.

"So you are a highly accomplished Confucian scholar from the Central Plains. I wonder which prestigious family you come from." Bai Ziting stood in front of Fu Junzhuo, watching the old man and the young man warily, especially the old man.

"What a fine piece of writing from the Book of Documents! It records the tributes of Emperor Yu and the grandeur of the nine provinces. It's a pity we couldn't see the whole picture."

Gao Yi also stepped forward and smiled at the old man.