After fifteen years of cultivation, he finally reached the pinnacle of the first rank!

Chapter 132 Duel
On the long bluestone-paved street of the town, people come and go, the bells of mules and horses jingle, and the peddlers' shoulder poles creak.

Wu Shang and another captain, Cheng Zhong, sat upright on tall horses, leading the carriage forward while glancing around the streets with their peripheral vision.

Shops are lined up on both sides of the street. In the half-sunny and half-cloudy weather, the copper-clad signs of the pawnshops are clanging in the wind, scarlet sparks from the quenching of the blacksmith shops burst out from time to time, and the shouts of vendors from far and near continue.

The town is close to the official road, and the people coming and going are all passing merchants and travelers. Li Musheng and his group did not attract much attention when they entered the town.

The carriage stopped at the largest inn in the town. After getting off the carriage, the waiter of the inn came to help lead the horse.

Captain Cheng Zhong and groom Cao Gaoshan accompanied the waiter to arrange the horses and carriages, while Hu Ruian asked the waiter for a private seat by the window on the second floor and ordered a table of food and wine.

Li Musheng, Hu Ruian and Murong Xiaoya sat down at the table one after another, while Wu Shang stood aside.

Along the way, the three people in the carriage rarely talked to each other.

Murong Xiaoya seemed to be a socially anxious girl. She always huddled in a corner of the carriage, either sitting cross-legged to practice martial arts or taking a nap, and never spoke at all.

Hu Ruian, the right commander, spent most of his time resting with his eyes closed. As long as Li Musheng didn't ask him questions, he would remain silent.

As for Li Musheng, he knew that there might be some problems with Murong Xiaoya, but he was not interested in exploring.

At this moment, his mind was instead on the "Qinglong Cangming Sutra" of martial arts that he had obtained from Old Man Qinglong yesterday.

Because Li Musheng possesses extraordinary comprehension, the martial arts he is currently practicing are all created by his own insights from other common martial arts that are everywhere.

Therefore, when he was practicing the Qinglong Cangming Sutra, he was always itching to deduce and change this magical skill that many people in the martial arts world dreamed of.

In his opinion, no matter what kind of peerless martial arts skills there are in this world, they all have flaws, and only the skills he deduced and comprehended can be called a perfect example.

After spending most of the day studying along the way, Li Musheng discovered that the Qinglong Cangming Sutra did have quite a few shortcomings and flaws, and the entire technique had great potential for modification and improvement.

"Yes, there is something to do along the way."

Li Musheng nodded secretly. No matter what, he would still need to absorb the Azure Dragon Qi by practicing the Azure Dragon Cangming Sutra in the future.

Only if the skills are ones he created himself and confirmed to be safe can he feel more at ease using them.

Just as Li Musheng was concentrating on the Qinglong Cangming Sutra, a burst of rapid gong sounds suddenly rang out from the town's originally bustling street.

In an instant, all the merchants and people on the entire Qingshi Street became panicked and agitated.

Passersby fled in all directions, and street vendors hurriedly packed up their stalls and closed their businesses.

Before long, the once bustling and prosperous streets suddenly became deserted.

In the wind blowing through the long street, only the blacksmith's furnace was left emitting sparks, the shop flags were fluttering, and the hanging copper bells were tinkling.

After some guests on the second floor noticed this unusual situation, they immediately gathered at the window and looked curiously at the street below, as if trying to figure out what was going on.

However, some people obviously understood the inside story, and their faces suddenly became very solemn. They stopped the guests who were watching and tried to close the windows of the inn.

Seeing this, some guests were not happy, so someone tried to persuade them and explained:

"I heard this is a rule the town established a long time ago. Generally, if a martial arts master challenges someone to a fight, someone in the town will sound a gong in advance to warn anyone unrelated to the fight to retreat and avoid harming innocent people." "But the fights between masters are too dangerous, so it's best for us to turn a blind eye. If one of them gets angry and gets involved, it would be dangerous."

After hearing this, many people, adhering to the principle of less trouble is worse than more, hurriedly closed the windows and sat back in their seats.

But some people still didn't take it seriously. However, for safety reasons, they half-closed the windows and secretly watched the situation on the bluestone street below through the gaps in the windows.

The table where Li Musheng and his companions were sitting was right next to an open window. Wu Shang, who had roughly heard what the people around him were saying, frowned slightly and was about to ask Li Musheng for his opinion.

But at this moment, a young figure slowly walked up to the second floor.

The man was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, dressed in white, and holding a sword with a bronze scabbard in front of his chest.

His face was stern. He just glanced around casually and walked towards Li Musheng's table on the second floor, which was the only one with an open window.

"Don't close this window. I want to watch this rare duel between masters from here."

As the young man walked, he spoke casually to Hu Ruian and the other three.

He had narrow eyes and took a quick look at the four people at the table. Then he walked closer and sat down at an empty seat at the table.

Seeing this, Murong Xiaoya lowered her head quickly when she saw a stranger coming, picked up the tea on the table and drank it, looking a little uneasy.

Hu Ruian frowned slightly on his slightly bloated face and glanced at the young man who sat down. However, thinking that less trouble is better, he didn't say much and also drank a sip of tea.

As for Li Musheng on the other side of the table, he raised his eyebrows and then turned to Wu Shang who was waiting next to him and said:

"Stop looking at him. Why don't you just throw him out?"

After these words were spoken, Wu Shang, who had almost tacitly agreed with Hu Ruian's attitude in handling the matter, was slightly stunned.

Murong Xiaoya, who was drinking tea with her head down, also looked up in surprise and glanced at Li Musheng quietly.

As for the young man in white, he was also stunned at this moment.

Originally, he saw that Hu Ruian and Murong Xiaoya did not violate his requirements, and was quite satisfied with their attitude. He thought that the group of people in front of him knew when to advance and when to retreat.

But what he never expected was that the other young man at the table was so ignorant that he dared to say such words.

The young man in white suddenly looked cold, squinted his eyes and looked at Li Musheng, saying:
"Young man, don't be too presumptuous when you're out there. You can't mess with me..."

However, before he could finish his words, Wu Shang moved and instantly came to the side of the young man in white.

The next moment, he reached out and grabbed the man's collar, then threw him out of the open window like trash.

Wu Shang came too quickly and acted even faster.

The young man in white had no time to react at all, and was sent flying several feet away from the second floor of the inn without any resistance.

It fell onto the bluestone street below and rolled several times before finally coming to a stop and stabilizing its body.

(End of this chapter)