Lord of the Desert

Chapter 187
April 23, morning.

sunny.

The east wind greeted each other, gentle and warm, blowing the horse's mane flying.

Hong Fan rode a tiger-eating beast to the west of Xijing City.

This city is the meeting place of one state, with a population of over one million, gathering the essence of Liangzhou.

Standing high on his horse, Hong Fan can see from a distance the moat tens of meters wide leading from the Yao River.

Afterwards, the high wall stretched along the north-south direction, and at a glance, one could see the seventeen or eight-mile-long city wall, which was close to the circumference of Jinhai City.

Only the city is only four feet high, which is one foot lower than Jinhai, so it can hardly be called majestic.

There are sixteen city gates in Xijing, and the one on the west side is called Anding Gate.

At the gate, a few local businessmen were arguing with the city soldiers about the city entry tax, and they refused to give up, blushing.

Hong Fan followed the flow of people to the stone bridge, got off his horse, took out the guide issued by Zheng Zhun, and passed the barrier smoothly.

The city gate is four feet long.

Going out of the gate and on the street, it's another world.

In Jinhai City, the third and fourth floors are already the tallest, but they can be seen everywhere here.

After walking for two miles, Hong Fan even saw several giant pavilions with six or seven floors.

Compared with Xijiang, the water system in Xijing City is very rich.

Hong Fan mingled with the pedestrians, looking around as if no one was around, stopping and walking along the street.

The terrain was getting higher and higher from his feet, the air was getting humid, and finally the buildings on both sides were exhausted, and the field of vision suddenly opened up.

He unknowingly came to a bridge.

Passing through the city is the Yao River, which runs through the three states and one country, and is well-known in Liangzhou.

More famous than the river is the bridge in front of you.

The name of the bridge is "Xianzun". It is four feet wide and spans 300 meters across the river, connecting the east and west cities.

Looking carefully, there is no gap on the bridge, as if it was naturally created and formed in one piece.

In the Middle Ages of the previous life, this was a spectacle that could not be accomplished by manpower.

Hong Fan walked along the raised bridge and stood at the center of the highest bridge.

Sweeping eyes, the scenery is infinite.

In the north, the river surface is gentle, and half of the city scenery hangs upside down in it, only slightly rippling in Fufeng.

In the south, the water passes through the bridge hole, and the warm lines stretch for hundreds of meters, like jasper carved with ripples.

Hong Fan held his breath briefly.

This is the first time he has seen such a wide and beautiful body of water since crossing.

Moreover, the water is not limited to the Yao River.

Looking to the east, the sunlight also melts into a golden stream, flowing on the connected blue-tiled roofs.

"Brother, you are all dressed up and have a strong horse. Are you new from other places?"

An old voice interjected.

Hong Fan looked back and saw an old man in ragged clothes with tangled hair and beard talking.

"The old man will explain to you that this Xianzun Bridge was built by Mu Xianzun, a martial sage 400 years ago."

"The Holy Prophet practiced the "Fenshan Nayue Sutra". With just a wave of his hand, the land on both sides of the river came alive."

"Earth and stone form an arm, climbing towards the center of the river."

"The one on the west side climbed six times, the one on the east bank climbed seven times, the left and right were connected, and they turned back into dead things together."

"This bridge will be completed!"

"Without this bridge, there would be no Xijing today. The old man would have starved to death!"

The old man smiled crookedly and shook the pottery bowl in his hand, the meaning could not be more clear.

Hong Fan replied "Thank you", took out two pieces of silver, walked two steps after getting off the horse, bent down and put it into the bowl.

There is no usual crisp jingle of silver coins hitting clay.

The old man won the reward, but the man was in a daze.

He stared at Hong Fan with wide eyes, took back the pottery bowl, pursed his mouth and kept silent.

Hong Fan nodded to him, led the red flag, and crossed the Xianzun Bridge.

On Qiaodong Avenue, he walked for a mile, but was blocked by pedestrians again.

However, on the roofs of two buildings facing each other across the street, there is a warrior standing with his hands behind his back.

On the top of the three-story building on the left, a young man in black is standing on the vertical ridge, looking 22 or [-] years old.

On the four floors on the right, another person is wearing a water-blue military uniform, standing on tiptoe on the cornice, but his age is younger.

The two will fight.

In Hong Fan's perception, there was a significant change in the aura of heaven and earth in the two attributes of gold and water—this shows that the two of them at least have the cultivation base of sympathy between heaven and man.

So he held on to the red flag and stopped outside the crowd.

But the civilians in the inner circle are not afraid at all.

"You two sons, don't hurt the eaves of my master's house!"

Inside, a middle-aged man in charge shouted loudly.

"If there is any damage, I, 'Wave Breaker' Fan Zhengzhi, will pay you double."

The young man in the water-blue military uniform shouted, and suddenly pulled out the long knife on his back.

The air mechanism was affected, and the black-clothed warrior made an immediate move.

With a flick of his wrist, three fine iron meteors flew out of his sleeve, faster than ordinary people's eyesight could catch.

This is Xijing Jincimen's iconic killing method.

Combined with this person's phoenix-eyed eyebrows and black iron ring, Hong Fan immediately knew his identity.

[Tianjiao list No. 90 eight: 'Thunderbolt' Cao Hanhai, Liangzhou Jincimen, practicing "The Iron Hand"...]

Xuan Guang streaked across the blue sky sandwiched by the long street.

The young man in blue slashed three times in a row with his saber, knocking the Iron Meteor far away.

【So, this battle will determine who belongs to a place on the Tianjiao Ranking...】

Hong Fan looked at all this in a daze, as if he had heard the story thousands of times and suddenly came to reality.

The water vapor exploded with the slash and drifted into the wind.

Fan Zhengzhi made a lot of preparations before coming to challenge.

He knows very well that the iron hand is flexible and quick, and once the rhythm is mastered by the opponent, he will be tired of coping.

The water element is surging.

Fan Zhengzhi jumped up from the eaves, and the water vapor condensed on the blade surface, expanding the blade surface.

Chaotic sounds echoed out of thin air on the long street.

The sword is raised high, breaking the waves and chopping down.

Cao Hanhai clasped his fingers together, and Tie Meteor pulled back in all directions, ready to intercept.

At this moment, Fan Zhengzhi smiled strangely.

In the eyes of everyone, his figure disappeared in mid-air in an instant.

Almost at the same time, Cao Hanhai felt his left side go dark, revealing an opponent approaching with a knife.

[What kind of killing method is this that can move two feet in an instant? 】

Hong Fan's pupils shrunk in disbelief.

Stepping on the vertical ridge, Cao Hanhai remained motionless, stretched his hands suddenly, and blasted the circling and converging iron meteor towards the front.

Then, everyone sees the empty void being "shattered".

Water waves splash, flow and refract light, reflecting thousands of lights and shades on the street.

The real wavebreaker is still there.

[So the trick just now was done with a water mirror vapor barrier, like a mirage? 】

Hong Fan suddenly came to his senses.

The ultimate move failed, Fan Zhengzhi was hit and shot down by the iron meteor, and after struggling to hold on for a few breaths, he was completely defeated.

"Brother Cao, how did you see through the 'Mirage'?"

With the long knife back in its sheath, he asked unwillingly.

"Because your knife reflects the sun."

Cao Hanhai replied with a smile.

"That light doesn't align with the direction of the sun."

Fan Zhengzhi was annoyed when he heard the words, and hastily bowed his hands.

The outcome was decided, and the two youths left along the long street north and south.

Discourse about the just-war World War I was everywhere.

"I heard that the Breaking Wave Knife came from Hongyi City. I came to Xijing to challenge the 'Falling Dragon'."

"So you lost before meeting the rightful owner? Cao Hanhai's ranking is three places lower than Ao Zhiji's."

"His mirage is just a trick."

"You may be caught off guard when you meet for the first time. Goodbye is not new. How can you be listed on the list of Tianjiao..."

Pedestrians express their opinions in twos and threes.

The congested streets gradually cleared up.

(End of this chapter)