Chapter 184 Who Do You Think You Are?

The cold wind was howling, and the temperature in the canyon was extremely low. Even though these young disciples were all practitioners, they endured a bit of hardship. They all stood behind rocks or in caves, and their discussions were cut by the cold wind, appearing and disappearing from time to time.

"Why wait another day? He won the first place in the Taoist competition, but we are still far behind, so hurry up."

"Just be content, it's only been one day, we've come all the way here, and we've been delayed for four days in order to meet your teams."

"What the hell, why doesn't he leave when he says he can't?"

Everyone knew that this was what Jing Jiu meant.

If Jing Jiu hadn't been born in Qingshan, and had a high seniority, and had Bai Zao's support, everyone would have already started to make trouble.

Even those Qingshan disciples felt very depressed, but they dared not say anything.

"What exactly do you want to do? Do you think there will be big things ahead, so you need to gather more people?"

Bai Zao looked at Jing Jiu and asked softly.

There should indeed be some major event in the snow country, and there may be great danger ahead.

But Jing Jiu didn't want to unite all forces that could be united to fight against unknown dangers.

"Wait another half day." He said to Bai Zao.

Through the itinerary of the past few days, Bai Zao had already guessed his intention.

Jing Jiu has mastered the routes and speeds of each team, and his route arrangement can guarantee to meet these teams in the shortest time.

Bai Zao had already calculated that if he waited another half day in this canyon, he would meet two other teams.

Exactly the same as the previous situation, there is also a Qingshan disciple in each of these two teams.

As the sun left Zhongtian, the cold wind gradually intensified and the temperature became lower and lower.

The discussions among the young disciples gradually subsided, and they began to meditate to adjust their breath, fight against the severe cold, and recover their true energy.

The atmosphere in the canyon did not calm down because of the silence, but became more and more depressed and anxious, even the cold wind could not dispel half of it.

Half an hour later, a small team came to the canyon and was left behind.

When Xieyang was still a palm away from the mouth of the gorge, the last team also arrived here.

So far, there are ten teams in the canyon, with a total of forty-five people.

Bai Zao glanced at Jing Jiu.

"If there are enough people, let's talk. Just relying on your seniority, record, reputation, and my reputation, it is impossible to let them stay."

Sure enough, the long wait exhausted the patience of these young people, and the atmosphere in the canyon became a little turbulent.

A disciple from an unknown sect shouted loudly: "The sun is about to set, why don't you leave?"

Jing Jiu didn't look at the dozens of young faces full of doubts or anger.

He said to Bai Zao: "Send a message to Xishanju, I ask to stop the Daoist battle and recall all disciples immediately."

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Xishan is at the highest point, and the clouds and mists are still lingering, but as the evening is approaching, the whole peak seems to be burning. The heads of the various sects were still discussing why Jing Jiu would bring those dozens of young disciples to stop, whether to send a message to urge them or punish them, when they suddenly received a message from Xue Yuan.

Dao warfare has encountered unprecedented challenges.

It's not that the disciples participating in the Taoist war encountered sudden changes in the world, but because such things have never happened before.

No one even thought about it.

"Jing Jiu demands that the Taoist war be stopped immediately and all the young disciples be recalled."

He Guogong's face was a little ugly.

The head of Kunlun's face was as frosty as he scolded angrily, "Is this guy crazy?"

If it were any other time, Nan Wang would definitely retort, but at this time she was a little shocked by Jing Jiu's request and didn't say anything.

The heads of the various sects looked at each other speechlessly, they all felt that this matter was so absurd.

Even if Jing Jiu is a master of swordsmanship cultivated by Qingshan Sword Sect, even if you are the reincarnated disciple of Master Jingyang, but you are only a young disciple participating in Dao warfare, what qualifications do you have, and where do you have the courage to make such an absurd request?

The Zhongzhou faction elder felt that this was a bit strange, so he glanced at Nan Wang and asked, "Why did he make such a request?"

Duke He raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "He said he didn't feel well."

The elder of the Zhongzhou faction looked slightly different, and said, "Just this sentence?"

He Guogong sighed and said: "Yes, there is no other reason."

The head of Kunlun sneered and said, "If you feel bad, you want to end the Taoist war? Who does he think he is?"

The big beast swarm two hundred years ago was the only time the Dao war ended early, and this year it has been confirmed that there will be no beast swarm.

The Dao battle was already halfway through, the participating disciples went deep into the snowfield, and the high altitude was full of turbulent winds, if they really wanted to stop the Dao fight, they would have to be brought back immediately, and they would have to use the magical weapons of various sects. The point is, even if it can be done, why would the practice world make such a big move just because of Jing Jiu's words?

Because of the occasional cold fog these days, or because of the iron nematode that never appeared again?

Even if, as Bai Zao deduced, something really happened in the Snow Country, and the ice and snow monster hidden deep in the snow field retreated, what does that have to do with Dao Zhan?

"Regardless of the reason for his madness, he must be punished for such a blatant violation of the rules."

The head of Kunlun said coldly, "I request that Jing Jiu be disqualified from the competition."

Nan Wang's face became even uglier.

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Naturally, the Taoist battle would not stop just because of Jing Jiu's words.

Just like what the head of Kunlun said, he does not have this status, nor does he have this qualification.

The current situation has turned into what kind of punishment should be given to Jing Jiu for his arbitrariness.

If the person who made this request today was an ordinary disciple of another sect, he would definitely be directly disqualified, and then he would be subject to extremely severe punishment afterwards.

The problem is that Jing Jiu is Qing Shan's junior uncle.

His seniority is here.

And he was supposed to be number one in the Dao battle this year.

More importantly, everyone knows the meaning of Chanzi's care for him.

The heads and elders of various sects in Xishan Juli all went to Jingjue Temple.

Only Chanzi can decide what kind of punishment should be given to Jing Jiu.

There are seats and tea on the table in the small courtyard deep in Jingjue Temple.

But everyone didn't take their seats, they looked at the window, waiting for Chanzi to speak.

After an unknown amount of time, a voice came from the window.

"Did Jing Jiu restrict the contestant's actions? Or did he take a shot? If there is nothing, then what reason should we punish him for?"

Hearing this, the head of Kunlun's face became a little ugly, and said: "Is it just him talking nonsense?"

"Since you know it's nonsense, why bother?"

After saying this, there was no sound from behind the window.

He Guogong understood what Zen Zi meant, smiled wryly, and said to everyone: "Forget it, let's just treat it as a young man messing around. Anyway, he can't stop the Taoist war. Who will listen to him?"

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Just like He Guogong said, no one will listen to Jing Jiu.

Knowing what Jing Jiu meant, the cold canyon instantly became noisy.

Dozens of eyes fell on Jing Jiu, shocked and complicated.

Originally, in their eyes, Jing Jiu who won the first place in the Dao battle was an admirable swordsman, but now they looked at Jing Jiu as if they were looking at a lunatic.

"Why do you want to stop the Dao battle early?"

A steady monk from Baotong Buddhist Monastery asked.

Jing Jiu said, "I feel a little bad, there seems to be danger ahead."

Hearing this, the crowd was even more uproarious.

An angry voice sounded.

"Who do you think you are? Do you think you are the son of Chan, His Majesty the Emperor, or the head of your Qingshan? Are you crazy!"