Hall master Yang glared at the imposter disciple. Idiot! He was so easily exposed by Yun Chujiu!
A trace of treachery flashed in his eyes as he snorted, “Although it can prove that this sword slab was not struck by him, it can not prove that it was struck by you, Yun Chujiu.”
Hearing this, everyone felt that what hall master Yang said made sense. Yun chujiu had just used a small trick, which could not prove that this sword slab was struck by her at all.
Yun Chujiu’s gaze suddenly turned sharp, “Since Hall Master Yang’s thinking is so meticulous, why did you let people mix all the sword slabs together? What are your intentions? !”
Hall master Yang was shocked by Yun Chujiu’s sharp gaze and aggressive words and took a step back. Just as he was about to refute, Yun Chujiu said to Elder duanmu and elder Dongfang, “I am willing to strike a new sword slab in front of the two elders.”