Joy of Life: Starting from Teacher Fan Xian

Shisan Wang was slightly startled. He was very surprised to see the Saintess of Northern Qi, and even more surprised that she wanted to challenge him. He said politely, "Miss Haitang, I have no grudge against you. Why bother?"

It felt like he was caught in an unprovoked disaster. He just didn't want Dongyi City to be looked down upon by Nanqing, so he came out to save face.

Haitang Duoduo had roughly the same idea and couldn't bear to see Northern Qi being criticized.

Therefore, the more upright Wang Shisanlang simply couldn't understand why the Saint of Northern Qi wanted to fight with him. Wasn't this giving the people of Southern Qing an advantage?
Haitang Duoduo put her hands on her hips and responded, "People from Nanqing are weak. You are the only one here who can withstand my attacks. Who else should I look for?"

"This girl likes to learn from the strong."

Only then did Wang Shisanlang understand that it was just a simple desire to fight.

In the past two years, Shisan Wang traveled around Nanqing at the request of Si Gu Jian. Except for the time he returned to Dongyi City because of the Niulan Street case, he basically never left.

Si Gu Jian's purpose is nothing more than to train Wang Shisanlang's character and how to behave in society.

But during the past two years in Nanqing, Wang Shisanlang himself didn’t know whether he had gained anything.

He never caused trouble, did not get involved in disputes, and did not kill anyone. He was always in a state of extreme calm.

Today's move should be considered a rare one for Wang Shisanlang, and it is obvious that he does not want to do it a second time.

"I have something else to do. Miss Haitang, take your leave."

When Wang Shisanlang turned around and tried to leave, a pair of small axes had already come down on him.

His eyes moved, and Wang Shisanlang drew his sword and quickly counterattacked.

He pushed the tip of his shoe on the ground and kicked straight towards the girl's body.

Haitang Duoduo retracted the axe and took two steps back before she stabilized herself.

"Didn't you say you wouldn't fight? Why do you start using your feet when you're being beaten?"

"I don't like fighting with others, but if I have to, I will do my best and show no mercy." Wang Shisanlang replied.

"What a great way to go all out and show no mercy." Haitang Duoduo smiled, and two pairs of axes fell from her waist again, and the target was directly pointed at Wang Shisanlang.

Wang Shisanlang dodged easily and did not fight with the powerful Haitang Duoduo. He pointed the sword along the sword track in an instant, with the blade being extremely sharp.

When the sword was less than three inches away from her body, Haitang Duoduo's body miraculously fell backwards like a broken willow, with her heels on the ground and floating in a semicircle.

He immediately retracted the axe, swung it in a rotation, straightened his back, and chased after Wang Shisanlang to chop him from every angle.

Shisan Wang groaned, channeled his true energy into the sword, frowned slightly, and stabbed forward with another sword, which went straight into the axe, stopping Haitang's move.

Haitang Duoduo let out a low cry, and stood up. She pulled the axe out of the sword, and looked down from above with a powerful inner energy. There was no trace of feminine temperament left, and she suddenly chopped down from the air.

Wang Shisanlang naturally did not dare to take this full-strength attack and was somewhat overwhelmed by the opponent's fierce momentum.

He floated lightly, put some distance between them, picked up his flag, and jumped into the boat on the lakeshore.

"Want to run!" Haitang Duoduo jumped up immediately. The two stood at the bow and stern of the boat respectively. Haitang Duoduo gently smoothed the long hair covering her brows and said dissatisfiedly, "Can we have a good fight?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the boat began to tilt and shake, and Haitang Duoduo almost fell off the boat.

Wang Shisanlang stirred up the situation and was as steady as a mountain. The more Haitang Duoduo tried to move to the stern, the more unstable she became.

The waves in the water were surging, which was the ultimate sword intent of Wang Shisanlang. The pouring water was stirred up by him and poured over.

At this time, Haitang Duoduo was surprisingly calm. She stepped with all her strength and broke the boat in half.

With a flip, the man landed safely on the shore without being disturbed by any water.

The boat was destroyed and everyone on board was dead. Wang Shisanlang had no choice but to jump back to the shore. Now he had no way to escape.

Haitang Duoduo was quite proud: "We have run out of tricks, it's time to have a formal fight." "It's hard to tell who will win between you and me, so why bother? We'll just amuse the people of Qing." Wang Shisanlang said helplessly, he didn't like showing up in public at all.

"It's hard to tell who's the winner? The one who can be on par with the Saint of Northern Qi must be the genius in the Sword Pavilion who is as famous as the Saint." Ming Lanshi was surprised after thinking it through.

“Where did they come from?”

Xia Qifei raised his eyes and looked upstairs behind him, and said to himself: "I only know that the Saint Girl of Northern Qi came down from upstairs."

Ming Lanshi glanced upstairs, and then thought: "Isn't that a wealthy tea merchant from Beijing? What does that have to do with the Saintess of Northern Qi?"

Ming Lanshi was puzzled and sent a servant to find out what was going on.

More and more people gathered by the river, unaware that danger was approaching.

Shisan Wang looked around uncomfortably and felt that there was another presence around him, so he became alert instantly.

This breath did not hide itself, but quickly emerged.

With a sharp sound of breaking wind, a crossbow arrow broke through the air and headed straight for Wang Shisanlang's face.

He turned around lightly and a crossbow arrow flew past his cheek.

But then came the second and third crossbow arrows.

Wang Shisanlang swung his sword lightly and knocked down the crossbow arrows one by one as he was on guard.

A plain ancient sword flew over with unstoppable force. The man wielding the sword was dressed in black and had a heavy mask on his face, making it impossible to identify his true appearance.

The sword light illuminated Wang Shisanlang's face in an instant.

Accompanied by the sound of whistling wind, the sword stabbed at high speed.

Wang Shisanlang felt that this enemy was very difficult to deal with, even more difficult than Haitang Duoduo, and was horrified.

Thoughts flashed through his mind quickly, and he swung his sword, exuding a majestic power.

With a hissing sound, the two top sword masters fought each other as their swords crossed each other.

"Where did this person come from to steal the spotlight?" Haitang Duoduo was puzzled. The person was obviously targeting Wang Shisanlang. She wondered whether she should help or not, and gradually became a bystander.

The martial artists along the river were also in a bewildered state, wondering how today's masters could come in waves.

The assassin's moves were fierce and ruthless, and he was not at a disadvantage at all, fighting back and forth with Wang Shisanlang.

"This disciple from Jianlu is in danger." Mu Peng, who had been silent since leaving Haitang, finally said this. He was extremely sure of his words.

"The Supervisory Council found out about Wang Shisanlang's appearance in Jiangnan half a month ago, and should have expected him to come."

Lin Ruo slammed the table, blaming himself for being careless, picked up the sword on the table and jumped off the railing.

"Who is that?" Fan Ruoruo asked at this time.

Mu Peng answered her: "It is obvious that Lord Lin knows who it is."

"How do you know my Jianlu's sword skills?" After dodging a sword, Wang Shisanlang said in shock.

The sword did not stop at all. It pierced through Wang Shisanlang's chest while he was careless. The tip of the sword, with a trace of blood, pierced into his left chest.

But the thrust was not deep, for a pair of axes clamped the sword.

"If I let you kill someone, I will have to take some responsibility."

(End of this chapter)