From the Ming Dynasty, we will conquer the world

As the two looked on in disbelief, the door slowly opened and someone came in with a smile.

A young man with his hair tied with a red string and a fluttering green robe, standing tall and straight, with a clear and detached demeanor, like a fairy.

Lang Fanyun and Fan Liangji looked at the face that seemed familiar but had now grown up completely and looked even more heroic and sharp. They were both speechless and shocked.

Xu Xing looked at them and smiled:

"Why, you can't recognize it?"

Fan Liangji swallowed his saliva, lowered his voice, and whispered:
"Xu, Brother Xu, what on earth are you doing...?"

Not only Fan Liangji wanted to ask this question, even Lang Fanyun, who was usually calm and composed, found it difficult to maintain his composure at this moment.

Although the young swordsman did not say anything, his eyes revealed undisguised curiosity, and he kept looking Xu Xing up and down.

Only two months have passed since the three of them parted in Jinguan City. How come Brother Xu looks like he has grown more than ten years older?

Xu Xing did not explain much, but just smiled and said:
"This is my original appearance. My previous appearance was due to something going wrong during my training. I have only recovered now."

This explanation was more in line with the worldview of this realm. After the two got over their initial shock, they realized that this was roughly the truth and they both breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, Fan Liangji let out a light "ah", turned over and stood up from the couch. The sickly look on his face disappeared, and the rosy glow that represented health appeared again.

He suddenly raised his head, looked at Xu Xing, and said in a trembling voice:
"Brother Xu, could this be...?"

It was not until this moment that Lang Fanyun realized that the "Taiyin True Qi" that lingered around Fan Liangji had actually disappeared, and he could not help but widen his eyes again.

This time they came directly to the East China Sea. In addition to attending the meeting on Dongdao Island, they also wanted to find Fan Liangji's master, the "Qi King" Ling Duxu, to help him remove the true qi that was like a thorn in his side.

But now, Fan Liangji is so good?

Xu Xing smiled slightly:
"While we were talking just now, I have already solved this hidden danger for Brother Fan. This true energy is quite interesting. It has an extremely yin force on the surface, but contains a sharp force inside. I wonder which master left this energy here?"

It was pulled out while he was talking?
Fan Liangji and Lang Fanyun looked at each other, saw the expressions in each other's eyes, and looked at each other in silence again.

In fact, although "Taiyin True Qi" is considered a unique skill, it can still be handled as long as the realm is high enough.

Fan Liangji has followed Ling Duxu in practicing for many years, so he naturally understands this principle.

Therefore, he did not really take the injury seriously, but instead regarded it as a way to temper his "innate energy".

However, this “not difficult to handle” does not mean that you can do whatever you want.

This is because this "Taiyin True Qi" contains a strong martial arts spirit and is located in such a sensitive position as the five internal organs. If you are not careful, it will leave lifelong sequelae that are difficult to heal.

But Xu Xing solved it so lightly, so quietly that even Fan Liangji, the victim, didn't notice it. This, this...

Fan Liangji even felt that he understood his body better than he did. How profound must his spiritual cultivation be to achieve this?

Fan Liangji thought for a long time but couldn't come up with a suitable adjective. Suddenly, he thought of Xu Xing's words just now and said again incredulously:

"Xu, Brother Xu, are you really..."

Xu Xing smiled again and said:
"Is Xu not so bored that he would use this kind of thing to deceive his friends?"

When Fan Liangji heard this, his eyelids trembled wildly and his body shook and swayed, until he held on to the bed with his hands and finally stood firmly.

Lang Fanyun also held the Fu Yu Sword at his waist in his right hand, and with the help of the state of unity between man and sword and the sword's clear mind, he was able to calm down and not lose his composure like Fan Liangji.

After all, he is a grandmaster!
Xu Xing had already seen enough of this look of shock in Cihang Jingzhai, so he just waved his hand.

"It's been a while since we last met, so let's talk about your business first."

Fan Liangji was still in shock, so Lang Fanyun took the initiative to take over the task of explaining and told Xu Xing what they had seen and heard in the past two months.

Upon hearing that Lang Fanyun actually joined Fan Liangji in robbing houses and robbing the rich to help the poor, Xu Xing couldn't help but laugh and clapped his hands gently.

But after hearing about Chi Zunxin and Temur, Xu Xing's expression suddenly changed.

When Lang Fanyun saw his deep gaze, his heart suddenly sank and he could no longer speak.

After a pause, Xu Xing said calmly:
"It seems that the inheritance of the Yin Gui Sect and Yan Ran Mountain will be cut off today."

With just a few simple words, Lang Fanyun smelled an extremely strong smell of blood, and his eyelids twitched again.

Since he met Xu Xing, this was the first time that he felt such a strong murderous intent from this friend who seemed to be unrestrained and like a banished immortal.

A question arose in Lang Fanyun's mind.

——How many people has Brother Xu killed?

The most terrifying thing was that as soon as Xu Xing felt murderous intent in his heart, the heaven and earth seemed to respond.

Lang Fanyun felt that the world he saw was no longer warm and bright, and even the scorching sunlight coming in from the window had become cold.

Lang Fanyun has had a deep connection with the natural world since he was a child, so even if he is alone, he has never felt lonely, because everything in the world is his friend.

——The vast Dongting Lake, which covers an area of ​​800 miles, is one of them and is also his best and most trusted friend.

This is why Lang Fanyun was able to master such shocking and miraculous swordsmanship.

But at this moment, standing next to Xu Xing, he felt that this innate connection seemed to be completely severed by an invisible force, and for the first time in his life he fell into the situation of being a "lonely man".

——Is this the power of the Grand Master?

Fan Liangji, who was standing by, also felt his scalp tingling and his hair standing on end. In the originally calm little house, there suddenly emerged an invisible but huge storm, which was extremely depressing.

Only the monkey with a solemn appearance opened its eyes, stood up, and danced on the table, as if it was greeting Xu Xing.

Xu Xing noticed this monkey brother whom he hadn't seen for a long time, and his eyes moved. The oppressive feeling that struck his heart finally dissipated, and he apologized:

"I'm currently experimenting with a new martial art, and I can't control myself for the moment. I'm sorry."

Lang Fanyun's throat moved, a strong sense of frustration emerged in his heart, and he smiled bitterly:
"Brother Xu, you really have made great progress."

Xu Xing stretched out his hand, allowing the monkey to climb onto his shoulder, and then he said leisurely:
"This is not the place to talk. How about we go to East Island first? Calculating the time, everyone who should be here should be here soon."

Today is June 3rd, and the time for the Aotou Sword Contest is set at noon. If they cross the sea now, they will be able to catch up.

Fan Liangji looked outside and asked curiously:
"Where's Miss Li? Why isn't she with you?"

Xu Xing said naturally:
"To avoid attracting attention, Miss Li and the other two have not entered the city. They are now waiting for us at the coast."

To avoid ostentation?

When Fan Liangji and Lang Fanyun heard this, they both felt it was a bit strange. They had dealt with Li Ruohai before, so they naturally knew the temperament of this evil spirit - how could such a person be so ostentatious?
However, when they reached the shore, they both realized that Xu Xing was not exaggerating at all.

It is now almost noon, the sun is shining brightly, and the surging sea is shining with golden light. It is just like this.

But this wonder of nature pales in comparison to the three peerless beauties on the beach.

Fan Liangji could fully imagine how big a sensation it would cause if these three people appeared in the city together. To describe it as parading through the city seemed too restrained.

The most eye-catching and powerful one among them is naturally Li Ruohai, who is very familiar to both of them.

After two months of not seeing him, the burning aura of this "evil spirit" has become even more intense, and the word "radiant" is not enough to describe it.

She is as beautiful as a brilliant sun, radiating a bright aura of confidence and pride from the inside out.

Seeing Xu Xing coming with two old acquaintances, Fan Liangji and Lang Fanyun, Li Ruohai also held the red gun and nodded slightly at them as a greeting.

Gu Ningqing rushed out from beside Li Ruohai, opened her bright blue eyes wide, and looked a little surprised.

"Ruohai, who are these two?"

Gu Ningqing has known Li Ruohai for such a long time, but apart from Xu Xing, she has never seen her act like this towards anyone else, so she is naturally curious.

Although this girl from the Western Regions did not have a face as beautiful and flawless as Li Ruohai's, she had a high nose bridge and deep features. Her eyes and brows did not show any of the shyness or timidity of the ordinary women from the Central Plains. Instead, she was open and generous, with a unique exotic charm.

Moreover, Gu Ningqing's clothes were quite bold. She only wore a thin short skirt around her waist, exposing large areas of delicate skin. Her skin was white and smooth, and her figure was exquisite. Her curves rose and fell under her clothes, and her whole body was full of hot and unrestrained vitality.

Although Fan Liangji and Lang Fanyun had traveled to many places in the past two months, they had never seen a person like Gu Ningqing, and they were stunned for a moment.

Xu Xing introduced at the right time:
"You all know Miss Li. This is the heir of Shuang Xiu Mansion, Miss Gu Ningqing."

The successor of Shuangxiu Mansion?
Although Shuang Xiu Mansion is far away from the Central Plains and has always been mysterious, it is quite famous in the Central Plains martial arts world because of the existence of the "Double Cultivation Method" and the fact that each generation of successors are stunning beauties.

After all, the combination of beauty and magical powers is even more attractive to people in the martial arts world than power, status, money, fame and fortune.

Standing next to Li Ruohai and Gu Ningqing was a tall and slim woman in white. She was like a solitary orchid in a valley, exuding an immortal aura, which formed a sharp contrast with the gorgeous and intense Li Ruohai.

The woman in white had her long black hair tied into a single bun. Her face was extremely beautiful, as bright as the autumn moon, and her temperament was quiet and elegant.

Although Fan Liangji and Lang Fanyun had never seen this woman before, as soon as they saw her face and felt her extraordinary demeanor, a sense of familiarity naturally emerged in their hearts.

The woman pursed her lips, smiled gently, and said softly:
"Cihang Jingzhai Yan Jingan, nice to meet you two."

Upon hearing this well-known name, Fan Liangji and Lang Fanyun did not feel the slightest bit of shock or surprise. Instead, they felt it was a matter of course.

The only person who could compete with Li Ruohai, the "most beautiful woman in the world", in terms of appearance and not be inferior to him at all was naturally Yan Jing'an.

Fan Liangji just took a look at the gentle and generous Yan Jing'an, and he felt a little ashamed of himself.

Although Shuangxiu Mansion is very famous, it is far away from the Central Plains after all, and is not considered a orthodox sect. Instead, it leaves plenty of room for imagination for people in the martial arts world.

Ordinary people in the martial arts world, after drinking some wine, dare to say some flirtatious words to the "Double Cultivation Princess" and even have the delusion of having sex with her.

But except for a small number of people from the Demonic Sect, the vast majority of people in the martial arts world did not dare to have any improper thoughts about the abbot Yan Jing'an. They only admired him very much and even respected him.

Not to mention getting close to her, even just catching a glimpse of the master's figure is a great blessing for many martial artists.

But now, they are all here?

Fan Liangji suddenly felt an extremely unreal feeling in his heart. He opened his eyes wide and looked at Xu Xing again. In the end, all his emotions turned into a long sigh and he exclaimed:
"Brother Xu, you really don't have such a face in vain."

Hearing this, Gu Ningqing and Yan Jing'an couldn't help but burst out laughing, but Gu Ningqing, the foreign girl, laughed more happily and without concealment, while Yan Jing'an just laughed softly.

Li Ruohai crossed his arms as usual, saying nothing, but a smile was visible in his eyes.

Xu Xing didn't take it seriously and just took it as a compliment to himself.

Although Lang Fanyun's appearance was not outstanding, he had the confidence and bearing of a sword master. He was not afraid of the stage. Instead, he smiled at Yan Jing'an and said calmly:

"My name is Lang Fanyun, nice to meet Master Yan. I have heard of the name of 'Cihang Sword Canon' for a long time. If you have time, I hope Master Yan will teach you."

"Waves turning into clouds?"

Yan Jing'an looked at Lang Fanyun, who was not good-looking but had an upright figure and outstanding bearing, as well as the "Fu Yu Sword" tied around his waist, and a hint of surprise flashed across her beautiful eyes.

With Yan Jing'an's keen eyesight, she could naturally see that Lang Fanyun was a rare master of swordsmanship, but she had never heard of this name before.

This familiar experience made her think of someone. Yan Jing'an turned her head and glanced at Xu Xing imperceptibly, with obvious meaning in her eyes.

——It can’t be that this is another of your fellow villagers?
Xu Xing naturally understood what she meant, and he explained it using his telepathy.

"Brother Lang is not from the same background as me. He learned his sword skills by observing the misty waves of Dongting Lake day and night."

"You realized it on your own?"

It would have been better if Xu Xing didn't explain. Once he did, the look of surprise in Yan Jing'an's eyes became even more intense.

——A master who has achieved self-realization and is still so young, what kind of terrifying talent and gift is this?
However, Yan Jing'an was the leader of the righteous sect after all, and his Qi cultivation skills were extraordinary. He did not show any emotion on his face, but just said gently:

"Brother Lang is extremely talented, Jing'an admires him. However, when it comes to his attainments in the 'Cihang Sword Canon', his skills are ten times better than mine. If you want to verify your swordsmanship, just go find him."

Yan Jing'an's identity was there, and Lang Fanyun did not doubt that she would deliberately deceive him. He just turned his head and looked at Xu Xing.

Because he had been so shocked today, his expression was a little numb.

"Xu, Brother Xu, is this really the case?"

Everyone in the world knows that Cihang Jingzhai only accepts female disciples, and only the descendants of successive masters are qualified to practice this supreme method.

But now, Master Yan gave the "Cihang Sword Canon" to Brother Xu, an outsider, for discussion?
Xu Xing just shook his head.

"Jing'an is exaggerating. The ten-fold claim is a bit too much."

Although Lang Fanyun had not spent a long time with Xu Xing, he was very aware of his character of not speaking whole words, and rolled his eyes.

"If not ten times, then at least five, six, seven or eight times, right?"

Xu Xing just smiled and then raised his head, sniffed the air, and suddenly said:
"Calculating the time, if you go now, you can just catch the opening of the 'Aotou Swordfight'."

Li Ruohai was most familiar with Xu Xing's character. He understood the implication of this sentence, raised his eyebrows, and asked:

"You got something to do?"

Xu Xing nodded and said lightly:

"It's not a good idea to go to the island empty-handed. I'll go borrow a gift first and I'll come right back."

"Gift?"

Except for Xu Xing, everyone was a little confused. Judging from the current situation, Yunxu had obviously already had the idea of ​​setting up his own faction outside of the orthodox path, and he might be one of the enemies.

What other gift could you ask for a man like this?
Gu Ningqing stuck out her tongue and said unhappily:
"It's already this late, and you just remembered to prepare a gift?"

Xu Xing laughed when he heard that, raised his index finger and shook it gently.

"Hey, Ningqing, what you said is wrong. An elder once taught me that when it comes to gift-giving, the most important thing is timing.

Besides, a good gift is hard to come by, and if it weren’t for this time, it wouldn’t be possible to get it.”

The elder that Xu Xing was talking about was none other than Shen Yishi from the world of the Ming Dynasty. This number one businessman in Jiangnan had mentioned this point of view when he gave him the "Sanfeng Blood Sutra".

Until now, Xu Xing has not forgotten it.

Li Ruohai was too lazy to listen to Xu Xing's suspense and went straight to the point:
"Tell me, who are you going to kill this time?"

Xu Xing turned around, looked into the distance, and said in a leisurely tone:

"I heard that Xiao Qianjue, the founder of the Yanran Mountain lineage, has a long-standing grudge against the Yun family."

Xiao Qianjue and the Yun family had a family feud. The ancestor of the Yun family in Dongdao died at the hands of Xiao Qianjue.

Xiao Qianjue's disciple Boyan was the prime minister of the Yuan Dynasty. He swept across the Three Wus and destroyed the Song Dynasty, adding another layer of national hatred between the two sides.

After Boyan's death, his disciples carried on his aspirations and became enemies with the masters of Dongdao for many years. Over the past hundred years, the two sides have clashed many times and forged many grudges.

After the fall of the Yuan Dynasty, the Black Water sect fled to the northern desert, and the East Island had its own rivals, so the conflicts between them became much less frequent. However, once they met, a fight to the death was still inevitable.

Hearing this, everyone looked thoughtful, while Xu Xing said cheerfully:
"It just so happened that the Lord of Yanran Mountain, Temur, was nearby, so I went to take his head. I think the King of Yundao would not refuse this gift."

His tone was extremely relaxed, not as if he was going to kill an old master, but rather as if he was going to pluck a drop of dew from a flower stamen in the early morning.

-

It was the third day of June, almost noon.

The sky, which was originally bright and sunny, was suddenly covered by large dark clouds half an hour ago. At the same time, a sea breeze with a strong sense of moisture blew up, carrying a pale mist, sweeping in all directions.

The long-awaited "Aotou Sword Contest" was shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere before it even began.

"Aotou Sword Contest" is a Buddhist tradition, a way for Buddhists to test and teach their disciples. The winner can also challenge the island owner, but it is purely a martial arts competition and does not involve fighting for power. However, after taking in the remnants of Tianji Palace, the descendants of the Yun family wanted to use the power of Lingao Island to take revenge, so they took advantage of the "Aotou Sword Contest" to seize the position of island owner from the Buddhist disciples, setting a precedent for seizing the throne by force.

From then on, "Aotou Sword Contest" became a tradition of East Island. Every three years, the competition would not only see the younger generation compete to win the championship and fight for the position of the Four Honored Ones, but those who were proud of their martial arts skills could even challenge the King of the Island.

It's just that the "Aotou Sword Contest" has always been a family affair of Dongdao, but this time, Yunxu actually broke the old rule and allowed outsiders to come to the island and compete with Dongdao disciples for the position of "Island King's Disciple".

This move completely set the martial arts world on fire.

Although there is no great master in Dongdao this generation, the four major sources, the "Lingao Island" Buddhist lineage, the "Qiong Confucian" lineage, the "Tianji Palace" lineage, and the "Xi Kunlun" Liang Xiao lineage, have all produced peerless figures.

Apart from the authentic inheritance of the Yun family, the martial arts of the four major branches, Turtle Mirror, Dragon Escape, Whale Breath and Thousand Scales, are also considered to be the best in the martial arts world. Once mastered, they are enough to dominate a region, and people in the martial arts world cannot help but be tempted.

Because of this, even though it was vaguely understood that East Island would soon become the battlefield for the decisive battle between good and evil, there were still a large number of martial artists who came from all over the world to participate in this event.

At this moment, Aotou Rock, which serves as the main venue, is already crowded with people. In the past, in order to host the "Aotou Sword Contest", Buddhist masters had personally flattened the rocks and opened up a wide venue of over a hundred feet in length and width.

Currently, there are more than a thousand martial artists gathered on this field.

They were all independent cultivators or warriors from small sects who were eliminated in the assessment. They were firmly confined to the outer layer by the disciples of Dongdao and could not go any further. They were only qualified to watch.

Further in, there was the arena where the "Aotou Sword Contest" was held. At the front of the arena, which was three meters high and more than ten meters long and wide, was the grandstand, on which five chairs were neatly placed.

Next to the pedestal, there is a circle of seats. Only the leaders of famous martial arts sects are qualified to sit here.

Ling Duxu and Bikongqing sat at the front, and behind them were Liaojin, Liaowu and other righteous masters.

However, the disciples standing behind these righteous masters all looked unhappy.

It would be fine if it was just the Island King Yunxu, as he was the landlord and a master, so he was naturally qualified to sit on the main seat, but what about the other four chairs?

With their status and martial arts prowess as "The Four Masters of East Island", how could they be worthy of sitting in the center in front of all the masters?

Although the other masters did not feel resentful because of the small seating arrangement, they were on high alert.

Judging from this scene, Yunxu obviously attaches great importance to this conference and has worked hard to prevent anyone from causing trouble.

Although people of insight know that these efforts will ultimately be completely in vain, this conference is destined to become a bloody battle.

But this did not prevent everyone from seeing Yunxu's determination and confidence from the behavior of the Dongdao disciples.

Yunxu's arrangement was nothing more than a strong demonstration of the dominant position of their Dongdao lineage. Where did such confidence come from? Could it be that Li Gong was really backing him up?
The power of "Hidden Dragon" is of great importance. In order to prevent the existence of evil spies in the Tianxia Association, Bikongqing and Ling Duxu did not publicize the truth, but only told a few trustworthy pillars of the righteous path such as Yan Jing'an.

Just as everyone present was either feeling nervous or secretly expectant, noon finally arrived.

After a while, a man in his forties suddenly appeared in the stands. He was wearing a green robe with wide sleeves. He was quite tall, with two long eyebrows slanting into his temples, revealing an awe-inspiring heroic air.

He stood in the center of the platform, his eyes as solid as substance, like two sharp swords that had been tempered a thousand times. Everyone looked at him and felt their hearts pounding and a chill rising from their tailbone.

For a moment, more than a thousand people in the martial arts world who were bustling about and whispering to each other were all silent, and the originally noisy Aotouji immediately became quiet.

Bikongqing and Ling Duxu glanced at each other imperceptibly, and both could see the meaning in each other's eyes.

——This Yunxu, his martial arts have really improved.

The Yunxu that the two men saw that day had an aura that was powerful, domineering and arrogant, but also surging and difficult to suppress. One could realize how terrifying he was at first sight.

But today, he seems to have been able to completely harness that power for his own benefit, without showing off, but with every move he made, he exudes an inexplicable power, like a bottomless abyss that is difficult to measure.

But for some reason, the two could also feel that the current Yunxu, compared to the King of Dongdao that they knew before, not only had great improvement in martial arts, but also had an inexplicable change that came from the depths of his soul.

As soon as Yunxu showed up, the Four Eminent Officials of East Island also came onto the stands and surrounded the island king like stars surrounding the moon, making the island king feel truly domineering as if he were the king of the island.

As if announcing the beginning of a murderous disaster, the thick dark clouds suddenly opened up a few holes, and a pale light fell from the clouds.

Although it was a warm sunshine, it made everyone present feel a little chilly.

In the light of day, I saw a solitary boat on the distant sea, breaking through the wind and waves and heading straight towards Aotou Rock.

Now that even Yunxu, the host, has shown up, rushing to the venue would be considered extremely rude. Everyone looked at the ship, feeling confused and uncertain.

The old people of Dongdao who had experienced the battle when Shen Wansan landed on the island were even more reminded of the blue-clothed figure who broke through the formation alone, and were even more horrified in their hearts - could it be that he really came?

Fortunately, soon a clear, melodious voice, like pearls falling on a jade plate, and extremely pleasant to the ears was heard in the distance.

"Cihang Jingzhai Yan Jingan is here, paying homage to the island king."

Yunxu seemed to have expected this, he lowered his eyes and said calmly:

"It is a great honor for our East Island to have the honor of having the presence of Master Yan Zhai. Please come aboard!"

Yunxu's voice sounded like the collision of metal and iron, and it seemed connected to the infinite ocean, filled with some kind of surging and noisy power.

As soon as the words were spoken, the storm seemed to be flattened by some invisible force, and a circle of ripples spread outward without reaching far. Wherever the ripples passed, outside Aotou Rock, the sea surface within a radius of fifty feet immediately became as smooth as a mirror.

Yunxu's trial move was even more shocking than the look that had just intimidated everyone.

The distance from the center of the arena to the coast is at least one mile, but the power contained in Yunxu's words can still cause such a great impact after crossing this mile.

What kind of horrific method is this?

However, the masters could see that Yunxu was not using pure force to shake the sea water, but rather using some magical method to make the sea water change on its own.

——This kind of performance?
For a moment, the word "Hidden Dragon" emerged in their minds. It is said that this world-destroying artifact is the Dantian of the Four Seas and has the ability to activate the spiritual energy of the ocean. Could it be... ?
Even Yan Jing'an seemed to be shocked by Yunxu's methods and never spoke again. He only saw the small boat moving on the mirror surface, slowly approaching.

Soon, the boat came closer and five figures were seen on the bow. The five people lightly tapped the bow and flew up. Their robes fluttered in the wind. In a flash, they passed over the heads of the crowd and landed in the center of the arena.

The experienced masters of the righteous path could see clearly that among these five people, in addition to Yan Jing'an who had just spoken, there were actually three masters of the Void Realm. Although the remaining person had not yet achieved the Void Realm, his lightness skills were also unique.

But why is there a monkey inside?
However, this question faded away as soon as it appeared in everyone's mind. After all, the masters in the world always have some quirks, and there is nothing strange about raising a monkey.

Under normal circumstances, such a force would be enough to shock everyone present.

However, compared with the power that Yunxu had just displayed, the weight of the four masters seemed much lighter.

After Yan Jing'an landed, looking at the deep Yunxu, he felt the same sigh as Bikongqing and Ling Duxu.

——This island king has indeed undergone a drastic change.

She extended her hand gracefully, clasped her fists in a salute, and said loudly:
"Meet the King of the Island."

Yunxu looked down at Yan Jing'an from his high position, with a barely perceptible satisfaction flashing across his eyes. If it were any other time, with his status, how could he make Yan Jing'an so respectful?

Thinking of this, Yunxu narrowed his eyes, feeling extremely happy in his heart. He even regained the feeling when he was eighteen years old and had his first woman.

Excited, thrilled, and even a little nervous.

The lofty aspirations and ambitions of my youth seemed to come alive in this moment.

Now it's just you.

——Shen, Wan, San!

When he thought of this name, Yunxu's eyes fixed, his fists clenched unconsciously, and his heart skipped a beat.

Shen Wansan, Shen Wansan!

His lofty ambitions and unparalleled aspirations were destroyed by this person with a casual attitude. Whenever he thought of that battle, even now, Yunxu still couldn't help but feel palpitations.

Yunxu understood that Shen Wansan could take his life easily and without any effort.

But he let himself go just like he was letting go of a stinky rag. The person who made Yunxu feel the most ashamed, and even resentful and angry, was himself.

The moment he escaped with his life, the first thing he felt was not anger, but joy. From that day on, a change that was difficult to quell took place in Yunxu's heart.

——He wanted to kill Shen Wansan, no matter what the cost and what means he used, he would kill this man!

Yunxu also knew that Shen Wansan spared his life only because he did not find a way to search for Qianlong in the East Island Sutra Library, so he needed to find the artifact for him.

Yunxu understood even more clearly that if he wanted to defeat Shen Wansan, he must rely on the power of "Hidden Dragon". Otherwise, he would be trampled under the feet of this man for the rest of his life.

But - you would never imagine the changes of "Qianlong" today, let alone my progress!
When he thought of this, Yunxu couldn't hold back any longer.

To him, although the world is vast and there are many masters, Shen Wansan is the only enemy in his life. Now Yunxu only hopes that Shen Wansan will arrive as soon as possible so that he can avenge his previous shame.

Thinking of this, Yunxu's interest in Yan Jing'an had been reduced by half. He even had a look of boredom on his face. He just nodded and said:

"It is a great honor for Yun to be honored by the Master Yan Zhai to come here. Come on, please take a seat."

Although Yan Jing'an didn't know what Yunxu was thinking, he had no intention of delving into it. Instead, he followed the guidance of the people from Dongdao and sat next to Bikongqing and others.

Everyone exchanged glances, nodded, and prepared to wait and see what would happen.

Since Yunxu has demonstrated such strength, it would be better to take a look at the level of martial arts of this island king before making a decision.

Yunxu lowered his head, looked at the people in the field, and said calmly:

"Now the time has come, let the 'Aotou Sword Contest' officially begin."

The surprisingly brief opening remarks were extremely inconsistent with Yunxu's usual style.

But no matter whether they were just spectators or the righteous masters who were on high alert, they all felt a terrifyingly oppressive heaviness.

With the appearance of Yunxu and the Four Masters of Dongdao, the "Aotou Sword Contest" finally officially began, but it also marked that a brutal battle was imminent.

Hearing Yunxu's order, a group of outstanding disciples of Dongdao and martial artists selected from outside entered the venue from all sides one by one, came to the stage, and began the competition between disciples.

But unexpectedly, things went extremely smoothly afterwards, and the competition among a total of sixty-four people was in full swing.

According to common sense, in addition to selecting disciples for the Island King, the "Aotou Sword Contest" is also about adding disciples to the other four major branches.

Therefore, at the beginning of each competition, the King and Four Lords of East Island would pay close attention to the battle situation, and either give comments or select suitable disciples.

But this time, the five of them didn't say a word from beginning to end. They just gathered together, with calm expressions, looking at each other, as if they were waiting for something.

Suddenly, a light laugh sounded from the field.

"On this golden day, why don't you all concentrate a little? Otherwise, wouldn't it be a waste of all the disciples' hard work?"

As soon as the voice came out, a kind of clear and strange feeling seemed to spread with it, and everyone in the audience couldn't help but stop talking and look in that direction.

But I saw that this person was wearing a blue robe, about thirty or forty years old, with a gentle appearance, eyes as deep as stars, a faint smile at the corners of his mouth, and an extraordinary demeanor.

Although they both wore wide-sleeved green robes, compared to Yunxu, this man was more like a modest gentleman who was well-read in poetry and books, with a charming demeanor and extraordinary bearing.

But this question is really too ridiculous.

Everyone present knew that East Island was on guard against possible surprise attacks from West City or even from the Demon Sect at any time.

The so-called "Swordsmanship Contest" is nothing more than a cover. How can the current Dongdao leaders spare the time to instruct these younger disciples at a time like this?
For a moment, everyone looked at him with a strange look in their eyes, thinking that he was a greenhorn who had just started out.

But the middle-aged scholar didn't care. He even seemed to not see these people at all. He just put his hands behind his back, raised his head to the sky, and sighed:
"Yunxu, Yunxu, why did you summon so many innocent people to your island to die just for the sake of so-called prestige?"

When these words came out, although the voice was soft, it was like thunderclap out of nowhere, making the whole place suddenly quiet.

Even the many disciples who were competing stopped and looked at this ignorant madman.

Yang Fenglai saw that he was a stranger, so he rushed out and shouted:
"How dare you speak so arrogantly here? Who on earth are you?!"

The man in green shirt smiled slightly:
"My name is Wan Guizang."

Wan Gui Zang?
Hearing this name, everyone was puzzled - is there such a master among the Eight Divisions of West City?

Li Ruohai suddenly had an idea in his mind and thought of a joke that Xu Xing had once said.

——If this God of Wealth Shen really achieved success in his studies, I am afraid he would change his name to Shen Guizang, or Wan Guizang.

Wan Guizang looked away, looked at the righteous masters who slowly stood up, and asked with a smile:
"Or do you think that as long as there are enough people, they can be enough to deal with Wan?"

Yunxu looked down at him and said in a deep voice:

"Shen Wansan, when did you become such a secretive person? Not only do you not dare to show your true face, but you also have to use such a fake name?"

The Yun family's swordsmanship was inherited from the Guizang Sword of the "poor scholar" Gong Yangyu.

However, since the principles of the "Gui Zang Sword" are too profound and difficult to practice, Yun Shu, the ancestor of the Yun family, wanted to allow more people to practice swordsmanship, so he took the spirit of the "Gui Zang Sword" and simplified it. He created the "Feiying Divine Sword" from the battlefield. It was based on fighting and emphasized actual combat, but it lacked the essence of the Yi Dao.

Now that Shen Wansan calls himself Wan Guizang, Yunxu believes that this is naturally a humiliation to the ancestors of Dongdao.

Shen Wansan?
It turned out to be him!

Although everyone expected that Xicheng would take advantage of this time to launch a massive attack, most people did not guess that Shen Wansan would dare to sneak into Dongdao alone.

You know, nowadays, East Island not only has one king and four masters in charge, but also a group of righteous masters. Could it be that the Lord of West City has gone crazy?

But no matter what, Shen Wansan was famous after all. When these words were spoken, everyone present had a changed expression. Among them, the one with the ugliest and most frightened expression was Yang Fenglai.

As an eyewitness of the battle in the past, he knew very well how high this man's martial arts skills were. Although he now knew that Yun Xu possessed the power of a "hidden dragon", he still couldn't help feeling frightened when he really faced the Lord of West City.

Wan Guizang didn't even look at Yang Fenglai, but just looked at Yunxu and said calmly:

"This is exactly who I am. Why should I hide it?"

After taking a look at Yunxu, a look of satisfaction flashed across Wanguizang's eyes:
"It seems that you finally made good use of the time I left for you. Very good."

Yunxu sneered:
"If this battle had been held two months earlier, how could you be in this state of mind today, able to perfectly control the 'Zhengliu Xugong' and fully exert the combat power of a grandmaster?"

Wan Guizang smiled again:
“It’s good to have such confidence.”

The two men looked at each other again, their eyes flashing with brilliance, and their two auras rose and intertwined, neither giving in to the other.

The entire arena was enveloped by the aura of the two powerful men. Although they had not actually started fighting yet, the fighting spirit had already condensed in the wind, and a series of gas explosions could be heard in the air.

Bikongqing and others have narrowed their eyes, taking a posture of being on high alert, ready to take action at any time.

Other masters who did not know the truth or had not reached the second level felt a strong sense of crisis.

——It seemed that with their level of cultivation, even if they did not face a direct attack, their lives would be in danger if they just stayed in the center of the battlefield.

——How is it possible to have such fighting power!

But just when their fighting spirit, morale and murderous intent were about to reach their peak, a black shadow suddenly fell from the sky and landed right between them.

There was a loud bang, and a deep sunken hole appeared in the center of the well-repaired arena. The violent shock wave spread out, blowing all the disciples around away, with smoke and dust filling the sky and debris flying everywhere.

A pair of eyes suddenly appeared in the smoke and dust.

A pair of horrified and frightened eyes.

But the man's face showed a look of fierce battle, with angry hair and beard, roaring and roaring.

A living person naturally wouldn't have such eyes and expressions, so this is just a human head.

Many people recognized this face. It was the lord of Yanran Mountain, "Heavenly Blade" Temur. Now, this old master who was feared in the northern desert and known as the lord of the third martial arts holy land outside the Great Wall, had died here.

Moreover, anyone with the slightest bit of experience could see that he died very quickly, so quickly that just before a look of shock appeared in his eyes, and before his expression could even change completely, his head was chopped off.

Looking up along the head, you can see five white jade-like fingers faintly visible among the black hair.

In the smoke and dust, a figure holding Temur's head walked out slowly and smiled at the two of them:
"It seems that I came at the right time?" (End of this chapter)