The Proof of the Heavens Begins with The Legend of the Condor Heroes

Chapter 147 The Battle of the Grandmasters
He is upright and noble, and elegant and proud of the frost.

During the Double Ninth Festival, the residents of Qing State would go up to high places to admire the chrysanthemums and reunite with their families.

The Hanging Temple is a great place for the royal family of Qing to appreciate chrysanthemums and drink wine. Every three years, Emperor Qing would bring royal family members and in-laws and nobles to the Hanging Temple to appreciate chrysanthemums.

The last time I came here was two years ago, so the next chrysanthemum viewing event will have to wait until next year.

When the emperor did not come, only the royal guards were left at this holy place for chrysanthemum viewing. The ancient temple seemed particularly empty and lonely.

The Hanging Temple, according to legend, was the earliest temple in the Kingdom of Qing. It was built brick by brick, tile by tile, stone by stone, and wood by ascetic monks who believed in the temple, and it took a hundred years to build it.

It is built against the mountain, supported by wooden pillars, stacked up layer by layer. The widest part is only about ten feet wide. It looks like a thin sticker that has been casually pasted on the flat cliff face. The autumn wind in the mountain is very strong, whistling past, which makes the viewers feel awe-inspiring.

Fang Hao chose this place to meet Ye Liuyun. Because of this, chrysanthemums are always solitary and the Hanging Temple is also on the edge of a high cliff, just like the great master in the eyes of the world, unattainable.

He was not wearing his night clothes today, nor was he wearing a ghost mask. If he wanted to gain Ye Liuyun's support, he had to do it in an upright and straightforward manner.

Wearing brocade clothes and a jade crown, he looks like a fairy, standing on the top of the Hanging Temple, with the bright moon above his head and the people under his feet. This is the real Fang Hao!

The aura of a grandmaster radiated throughout the entire place, and it seemed as if dark clouds were blocking the moon above the Hanging Temple.

Seeing this, Ye Liuyun remained calm, his aura dissipated, and the ground was covered with yellow flowers that kept shaking.

The golden thread chrysanthemums, specially supplied to the royal family, rose and fell, gathering into a golden ocean, confronting Fang Hao not far away.

"Li Chengze, nice to meet Grandmaster Ye." Fang Hao said loudly.

Even though they were several months apart, Fang Hao's voice still reached Ye Liuyun's ears clearly.

"Your Highness the Second Prince, do you know what you are doing?" Ye Liuyun asked.

"I want to have a fight with my father, and I hope you can stand on my side." Fang Hao said.

"You are able to convince Wan'er to help you. You are indeed quite capable." Ye Liuyun said, "But if you want to convince me, this is far from enough."

Ren Fanghao was eloquent, but Ye Liuyun remained firm in his stance because he would only stand on the side of the strong.

"Then... let's fight!" Fang Hao said with a chuckle.

The end of the road is the end of the world, the end of words is only the sword!
For these martial arts masters who stand at the top of the world, words are always pale and powerless, and only absolute strength can convince the other party.

"Please!" Ye Liuyun said lightly.

Although no one knows how Fang Hao became a grandmaster under the nose of Emperor Qing.

But even among grandmasters, there is a gap in strength. As an elder, he has been a grandmaster of martial arts for decades and does not think that Fang Hao can defeat him.

So, he decided to let Fang Hao take the first step.

Fang Hao stretched out his fingers and plucked them gently, as if he was stroking the strings of a zither. But there was no zither in his hands, and without it, how could there be any sound?
"bass!"

But at this moment, Ye Liuyun happened to hear the sound of a piano, resounding between heaven and earth!
That was the wind flowing between heaven and earth, grasped by Fang Hao with a pair of jade-like hands. Fang Hao gave form to the invisible object, and thus made a sound.

The heaven and earth have righteousness and are endowed with manifolds!
The true Qi is launched, and the heaven and earth become the strings. This miraculous martial art is truly unpredictable!

"No! No! No!"

The ancient music was played by Fang Haoxu, and the vitality of heaven and earth inside and outside the Hanging Temple was all startled and turned into a clanging sound. At this moment, the changes in the Hanging Temple finally attracted the attention of the royal guards guarding outside the temple.

Armed with swords, they quickly climbed up the stairs, trying to catch the villain who had trespassed into the royal forbidden area.

Then, they heard the "piano sound" played by Fang Hao. This piano sound seemed to have the magic to pluck the human heartstrings.

The internal energy of these royal guards suddenly became disordered and they no longer obeyed their master's orders.

The reverse flow of true Qi made these royal guards feel as if they were struck by lightning. Their true Qi flowed backward, their faces turned red and white, they vomited blood, and fell to the ground.

With the state of unity between man and nature, one can control the vital energy of heaven and earth, and use the fluctuations of the vital energy of heaven and earth, or to be more precise, the ubiquitous nuclear radiation in the air, to control the true energy in other people's bodies.

This is the essence of Fang Hao's "Seven-String Invisible Sword"!

The four realms of Dugu Qiubai's swordsmanship say: Everything in the world can be a sword.

However, Fang Hao was able to use the invisible piano music between heaven and earth as a sword and turn it into an attack, which was truly amazing.

Faced with Fang Hao's seemingly nonchalant but murderous invisible attack, Ye Liuyun became furious for the first time.

Every grandmaster has his own way.

His way is "Liuyun Sanshou", and he is good at using softness to overcome hardness.

Ku He's way is "harmony and nature", Si Gu Jian's way is "the way of sword killing", and the reclusive Emperor Qing adheres to the "hegemonic way".

Fang Hao's Tao seems to have merged music into martial arts, the essence of heaven and earth into strings, and the invisible sword that determines the fate of the world!
Ye Liuyun finally faced up to the opponent in front of him. His wide sleeves made of linen became extremely soft, like the clouds on the Cangshan Mountain, layer upon layer, stretching endlessly.

It transformed into a unique rhythm, and completely suppressed the "Seven-String Invisible Sword" fired by Fang Hao!

"Music is a minor subject and not worth mentioning." Ye Liuyun said.

Fang Hao's seven-string invisible sword might be able to trigger the backlash of the true qi of a top-level ninth-grade master, but it could not shake the terrible will of a martial arts grandmaster who had been tempered for many years.

Fang Hao's Seven-String Invisible Sword might be a magical skill for clearing out miscellaneous soldiers, but it seems a little powerless when dealing with martial arts grandmasters of the same level.

"Really?" Fang Hao chuckled.

With a wave of his hand, golden chrysanthemums all over the mountains flew up and down, like golden swords, densely arranged together, whistling towards Ye Liuyun.

The golden petals gathered into a golden ocean, turning the endless golden thread chrysanthemums into the most terrifying weapons in Fang Hao's hands.

Everything in the world can be used as a sword!

At this moment, Fang Hao had undoubtedly reached the supreme sword realm of Dugu Qiubai. A golden torrent like the sea and tides rushed towards Ye Liuyun not far away.

"Not a bad sword intention, but unfortunately it is mixed and impure, scattered and not condensed." Ye Liuyun shook his head slightly.

Suddenly, a bright light shone in his calm eyes. He spread his hands out, arched them into an infinite circle, and then suddenly closed them inward!
"boom!"

Ye Liuyun suddenly sucked the empty air into his palm, continuously compressing it until it became as hard as gold and iron!
Then, this ball of air that was compressed to the extreme was suddenly broken by Ye Liuyun.

Clouds are the softest, yet they can also be the strongest!
Just this one free-hand move generated violent air fluctuations, causing the Thousand Golden Chrysanthemum Swords controlled by Fang Hao to be suspended in mid-air.

(End of this chapter)