Seeing Jing Yan win so easily, everyone onlookers were stunned. No one expected that the battle would be decided so quickly, and it took less than a second, and such a speed was simply perverted.

The sword saint Saljens also looked incredible. He originally thought he could resist it for a few times, but he didn't expect that he lost without having time to react.

At this time, a guard under Yansen said dissatisfiedly: "This doesn't count! You are a sneak attack. If the Sword Saint takes action first, you will definitely be able to hold on."

However, Jensen knew that he had defeated so quickly when he took the initiative to defend. If he attacked, the result would be the same. Theoretically, his defeat would be even worse.

Why is it theoretically speaking? It is mainly that one second is already fast enough, and no matter how fast it is, ordinary people cannot feel it.

So Jensen quickly shouted to the guard: "Tomson, stop talking! If I take action first, I will be defeated even worse! This gentleman's strength is too strong, I can't stop it!"

Then Yansen threw away the accessories, knelt on one knee to Jing Yan, and said respectfully: "I am willing to be a teacher, so please include the teacher!"

"What?" Everyone around was shocked by Jensen's performance. Wusai did not expect that Jensen would become a disciple.

Jing Yan was also shocked by this, but he liked Yansen's straightforward temper very much, so he quickly helped him up and said with a modest look: "I haven't even entered the house yet, how dare I be a teacher? You are so polite."

Yesen shook his head and said, "I'm not polite, but sincere. I won't say anything else. Just the way you used to make the sword shine just now, let alone your amazing speed like lightning. All of this opened my eyes. I feel like I'm a frog in the well. I'm so ashamed."

Jing Yan agreed with this. He smiled and said, "In my Chinese practice system, Yansen is the name that only when a person's sword skills reach the stage of extraordinary sainthood. At least he must reach the level of the gods, that is, the realm of the legendary gods. Like my current realm, he is just a more powerful sword master. There are also sword kings and sword emperors above. Above this is Yansen. If you are a god level and a sword cultivator, you can be called Yansen."

"It turns out that there is so much difference. Even sir, you are the Sword Master. Are you an ordinary swordsman at my level?"

"Haha, you don't have to be so arrogant. Your current level can be considered as the realm of a swordsman, which is equivalent to an ancient ranger. Although you have not had time to take action, I can see that your swordsmanship is still quite good, but you have not reached the realm of unity of body and swords. So even among swordsmans, you can be considered as the upper-middle-middle. If you face the first-class swordsman at that time, you will still be defeated."

"Sir, you're right!" Yansen burst into a cold sweat after hearing Jing Yan's words, and said with a wry smile: "I have always heard that sword cultivators are the most powerful in various practice systems, but now I am not invincible at the palace level. I can only be a top master. Compared to the real palace level, I still have less strength. Until today I know that I have not realized the realm of sword unity. Mr. He is as wise as a torch, and he can see my shortcomings at a glance. He is more than enough to be my teacher. I hope Mr. Don't think I'm stupid and can accept me as your disciple!"

After saying that, Jensen bowed again and asked Jing Yan to consider the issue of accepting disciples.

Of course, Jing Yan also wanted to have a core member of the church as his disciple, but he knew that if he did this, it would greatly damage the faith of the church and even arouse hatred from the top leaders of the church, so his goal would be difficult to achieve.

So Jing Yan smiled and said, "Will this issue be discussed later? The most important issue we have now seems to be meeting you saints and discussing your restoration of your country."

When Jensen heard this, he suddenly realized and said, "Yes, yes, I am really confused. Official affairs are the best, and private affairs are the smallest. Now the Paladins, the Saints, the Prophets are waiting for you."

Seeing that Jing Yan finally sent the harsh guy away, he was relieved and hurriedly followed Yansen to meet the Saint and others.

When she saw Jing Yan, a hint of disappointment suddenly flashed across Shirlia's face. She originally thought that Jing Yan would be a strong man over 1.9 meters tall, but she didn't expect that this person's figure was only about 1.8 meters tall, and her weight was probably more than 80 kilograms. With such a figure, she turned out to be the descendant of a giant?

But to be honest, this man is quite attractive. Although he is an oriental, his skin is white and thin, so it's fine. His face is clear and angular, especially his eyes, which looks very subtle on the surface, but his eyes are extremely deep, and he looks like he is not an ordinary person at first glance.

After Jing Yan came in, the Paladin spoke first: "Young man, you said before that there is a way to help us restore our country. Is this true?"

"Of course it's true. The reason I came to see you all was for this." Jing Yan glanced at these people with confidence.

The person who was talking to him just now was a middle-aged man. His temperament could tell at a glance that he must be the strongest Paladin among them. Another man lowered his eyebrows and said nothing, but his eyes occasionally looked at Jing Yan were full of wisdom, so he was naturally a prophet, and the only woman among them was naturally a Saint.

Jing Yan boldly looked at the appearance of the saint, and saw that the girl had white skin and snowy figure, and her facial features could not be described as delicate. She was simply perfect. With a smooth millet-colored hair like a waterfall, she was simply a banished immortal descending to the earth. She couldn't help but marvel at the magic of creation. There was such an unparalleled beauty!

"Then how long can you guarantee that we will restore our country? Ten or twenty years?" The Paladin looked at Jing Yan and asked with a puzzled look.

Jing Yan smiled without saying a word, stretched out a finger.

"Ten years?" The Paladin's pupils shrank. This was too fast, right?

However, he saw the other party shook his head and said, "Of course not, don't you think ten years are too long?"

"What do you mean?" The Paladin stood up and said in disbelief: "Is it a year, God... Oh no, Lord Odin, this is simply impossible!"

But he saw Jing Yan continue to shake his head and said, "A year? You are really good at joking. How can I afford that long time?"

"It's indeed a bit of a joke. There is no possibility of such a short time... Wait, what did you say just now? You can't afford such a long time? Then what do you mean is that you can't even use it for a year? That's... a month? I feel like I'm going crazy?"

The Paladin is indeed going crazy. Now that the strength of the strange beasts is so strong, if he wants to restore the country, the first thing he has to do is to drive away the strange beasts entrenched on his homeland. This alone is estimated that it would not be possible without a long-term battle of ten or eight years. Even if it is finally achieved, it is estimated that these 100,000 warriors will lose at least half of them.

This is still with the help of the strong. If there is no help of the strong, it will be extremely difficult for them to even set foot on the land of their homeland, let alone restore the country.

But what did that Chinese man say? He could restore his country in a year without using it? This was something he didn't dare to think about.
Chapter completed!