Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 122 Professional Team
There are legends of overseas fairy islands in Gu Long's world.

It's unclear when the rumor started, but it's said that masters from both the righteous and evil factions, once they reach an invincible level of cultivation, will all head there.

Yu Peiyu, the handsome man who had his face altered, went there. Later, Shen Lang, Xiongmao'er, Wang Lianhua, Xiao Li Feidao, Lu Xiaofeng, Hua Manlou and other great heroes also went overseas.

Even in this era of unparalleled heroes, this was no exception.

Iron Warrior, one of the Ten Villains, traveled overseas to learn superior martial arts and actually found a "fairy island" where he met a reclusive master, and his martial arts skills improved by leaps and bounds!

However, Tie Zhan is a very unethical person.

He obtained a treasure map and a secret document recording the location of the fairy island. He sent his daughter, Tie Xinlan, with the treasure map to draw attention to the enemy while he secretly went out to sea.

He is undoubtedly a scumbag.

The fairy island he went to was also called the Nameless Island.

The island is indeed home to many eminent figures, such as Ghost Child, Mi Shiba, Lady Xiao, and Yu Ziya, all of whom were once prominent figures in the martial arts world.

Among these masters, the one with the strongest lightness skill is Ghost Child.

He was very famous because he not only had superb lightness skills, but was also the sole inheritor of the secret ninjutsu of Iga Valley on Fusang Island in Japan.

The Ghost Child is most skilled at hiding his presence. If he wants to find out your secrets, even if he hides under your chair or stands in front of you, you will never be able to detect him.

If he wanted to take someone's head silently, it would be an easy task, as simple as taking something out of a bag.

Meanwhile, the notorious ghost child, with such a great reputation, was standing on the roof of the small temple, battered by wind and rain, completely bewildered.

No, I've already been discovered?

And they were even mocked for wearing underwear that was too tight on their butts?
Is this a loss of face or a loss of dignity?

What I've lost face about is my reputation!

"I'm so angry, I'm furious!"

Suddenly, a loud thunderclap struck the sky, and amidst the thunderous roar, a figure swept in like the wind.

As soon as the sky brightened, a small figure was seen standing in the hall.

He was less than three feet tall, with snow-white hair, and was actually a dwarf.

Normally, dwarfs are bound to be oddly shaped and very ugly, but he is different.

His limbs and body were well-developed, and his face was handsome with clear eyebrows and eyes. He also had five strands of beard under his chin, which made him look like a hermit.

He wore a grayish-blue short jacket that was neither Taoist nor secular, and carried a short sword that looked like a dagger on his back.

If he didn't have the appearance of an old man, he would be a child under ten years old.

Seeing that striking figure.

Ren Shaoyang quickly thought of someone and smiled, "Could it be Senior Ghost Child?"

"what?"

The Ghost Child was quite pleased to hear him call out his name so readily, and chuckled, "I've been retired from the martial world for decades, yet the Sword God Ren knows me?"

Ren Shaoyang said, "Senior's movements are like those of a divine dragon, unpredictable to humans. However, such lightness skill and physical form are unmatched by anyone other than Ghost Child!"

The Ghost Child laughed heartily: "People say that Sword God Ren is aloof and arrogant, even more so than Palace Mistress Yaoyue! I never expected him to speak so eloquently!"

Ren Shaoyang said calmly, "Many of these are just rumors."

The Ghost Child laughed and said, "Sword God Ren, although you say that, I'm afraid you really want to ask me why this old monster came here, don't you?"

Ren Shaoyang said, "That is indeed a question."

The ghost child said, "Even if you don't ask, I have to tell you, otherwise I can't keep it to myself."

"Um," Hongxiu suddenly raised her hand and pointed to Guitongzi's pants, "Grandpa, your pants are stuck in your butt."

The demon child blushed, then flew into a rage, jumping up in anger: "Little girl, I've put up with you for too long!"

Ding'an quickly advised from the side, "Don't do that, don't do that. My sister speaks frankly and is a very good person."

The demon boy said angrily, "Hmph, I'm not going to stoop to your level."

Hongxiu and Ding'an exchanged a glance, while Kuku chuckled to himself.

Ghost Child looked at Ren Shaoyang and continued, "Sword God Ren, I've come here for two things."

"Please say."

"Hearing that you are going to hold a sword competition at Kunlun, such a momentous event has stirred up my calm heart once again." Ghost Child stroked his beard and shook his head. "The first thing I did was to come all the way from overseas to see you, the unparalleled master of the world!"

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "Since you respect me so much, I will naturally not let you down."

The ghost child said, "I know that those with superior skills are respected!"

“Okay!” Ren Shaoyang said, “And the second thing?”

"The second thing is that we've invited a troupe of musicians," Ghost Child said with a grin. "The Kunlun Sword Tournament is a martial arts event that happens only once every hundred years! Since it's such a grand event, how can it be without music to accompany it and liven up the atmosphere?"

Ren Shaoyang was stunned. Ritual and music?

Does that mean there will be entrance music when we make our appearance?

Is this a Kunlun Sword Competition or a dating show?

Seemingly noticing Ren Shaoyang's complicated expression, Gui Tongzi quickly explained, "Sword God Ren, don't worry! I can guarantee that those people are all top-notch experts. They will arrive soon, and you'll see then. They are proficient in playing musical instruments, singing, and performing at weddings and funerals."

"This will definitely add luster to the Kunlun Sword Tournament!"

“However,” the demon boy changed the subject, “I want to witness the power of the Sword God first.”

Ren Shaoyang sat there with an air of nonchalance, and smiled upon hearing this: "Aren't we waiting for everyone to arrive?"

The ghost child shook his head and waved his hands repeatedly: "I'm not waiting anymore, I'm not waiting anymore. If I lose too badly, they'll laugh at me."

Ren Shaoyang nodded: "That makes sense." He gestured, "Come here."

The demon boy frowned as he looked at the expression on his face and asked, "Aren't you getting up?"

Ren Shaoyang said calmly, "If I take a step forward, I will lose."

The demon boy's expression changed, and he said coldly, "You're being a bit presumptuous!"

Ren Shaoyang smiled nonchalantly: "I've always been cautious."

"Fine!" Ghost Child snorted coldly, his body swaying as if blown by a gale, the campfire beside him flickered, and he suddenly appeared in front of Shao Yang.

Seeing his swift approach, Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow and immediately flicked his sleeve, sweeping it towards the Ghost Child.

Then the ghost child chuckled and "poof" disappeared into the ground, as calmly as diving into a swimming pool.

"Is this the Japanese ninjutsu?" Ren Shaoyang murmured. "Exactly!"

Suddenly, countless sword energies appeared on the ground, spewing out like a storm, piercing towards Ren Shaoyang's feet!

The Ghost Child knew that a person's reputation precedes them, and the White-Clad Sword God, who was on par with Yan Nantian and Yaoyue, was no ordinary person. Therefore, he sought not merit but to avoid mistakes, and his sword strikes were not aimed at killing, but rather at moving the opponent and causing him to lose the battle!
Despite his careful planning, he still didn't understand the true power of the "Great Vajra Divine Power".

Ren Shaoyang remained seated with an air of authority, but he stomped his foot and shouted, "Hmph!"

The ground collapsed layer by layer, and the short figure of the Ghost Child broke through the ground, surrounded by a chilling aura. In an instant, a flying sword was already at Ren Shaoyang's chest.

The blade pierced through his body, yet Ren Shaoyang remained motionless, letting the attack come at him.

The demon boy's short sword reached his chest with a "clang," like being struck by an iron plate, making his head spin.

He grunted, "Again!"

He flipped himself up, twisted his short sword, and stabbed it toward Ren Shaoyang's right eye.

Just as the sword was about to enter his sight, Ren Shaoyang suddenly closed his right eye, and the short sword could no longer advance. The little beggar and Ding'an looked and saw that Shaoyang's upper and lower eyelids had firmly clamped the short sword between them!

Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly: "The famous scene has been recreated." He was shocked by a powerful force, and with a "clang", the short sword broke in two.

The demon child, his soul scattered, gripped the broken sword and plunged headfirst into the ground once more.

Ren Shaoyang chuckled, then stomped his foot again, channeling the power of the Great Vajra into the ground, instantly making the ground within a radius of ten feet as hard as steel.

"oops!"

A muffled groan came from underground, and then a mound of earth was seen moving rapidly into the distance.

There was another "poof" sound.

The demon boy jumped out with a large bump on his head and a bruised and swollen face.

He exclaimed in astonishment, "My goodness! You've mastered kung fu to the point of being a god!"

Ren Shaoyang laughed heartily and asked, "Shall we continue?"

The ghost child coughed softly and waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "I'm not coming, I'm not coming! You should deal with them properly!"

Ding An asked in confusion, "Why would this old man cheat his own people?"

Hongxiu said with a smile, "Haven't you heard the saying, 'Your own failure is terrible, but your friend's success is even more heartbreaking'?"

"That's right!" the Ghost Child shouted, giving a thumbs up. "Little girl, you've got it all figured out. I got whipped so badly, they should get a few hits too. Otherwise, wouldn't all that whipping have been for nothing?"

Hongxiu chuckled, shook a small pot in her hand, and said, "Grandpa, there's wine here, do you want some?"

Although the Ghost Child was all smiles, he was actually quite annoyed by Ren Shaoyang's slap. Rubbing the bump on his forehead, he said, "Alcohol? Okay! Let's drink the hell out of here!"

He stepped forward, took the wine jug, and shouted, "Come on, let's drink, let's have some fun!"

Just then, a melody drifted in through the rain. In this cold, rainy night, combined with the pattering rain, it sounded so melodious and moving.

This joyful and vibrant music will move anyone who hears it.

Even a tiger!

As the music began, it captivated everyone's ears. Each person recalled the happiest times and most joyful moments of their life.

Ding An's eyes softened: "Little beggar, this, this is simply too beautiful to hear!"

The little beggar said with a grin, "Yes, I'm so happy!"

The Ghost Child looked at them, smiling as he murmured, "Sword God Ren, now you should believe in our professionalism, right?"

Ren Shaoyang nodded in praise: "Not only is it the best in the world, but it is also unprecedented and unparalleled. Even the emperor himself probably doesn't have such good fortune to hear it!"

The music grew closer and closer, and a large sedan chair, open on all four sides with a canopy, was seen coming through the rain, carried on the shoulders of more than twenty sedan chair bearers.

There were seven or eight people sitting in the sedan chair. Some were playing the xiao (vertical flute), some were playing the qin (a seven-stringed zither), some were playing the pipa (a four-stringed lute), and one of them was even playing the drum.

"Hey, are they playing music while riding in sedan chairs?"

Ding'an found it strange and patted his belly repeatedly to show his approval.

The sedan chair was moving incredibly fast, and they got off just as the music stopped and entered the temple.

Only then did everyone realize that all the musicians were actually elderly people.

They were both men and women, but every single one of them had gray hair, and some were even hunched over and old.

Ding'an couldn't imagine that so many old men and women would sit in the same sedan chair and play music; it was simply unbelievable.

"Hahaha!" An old man carrying a zither stepped forward with a loud, powerful laugh. "A song that breaks the heart, where in the world can one find a kindred spirit! I am Yu Ziya, greetings to Sword God Ren."

Ren Shaoyang looked around the room, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "Greetings, senior."

"Good good!"

"What a handsome and refined swordsman!"

"Truly possessing an indomitable spirit, worthy of being called the pinnacle of the martial arts world!"

When these elderly people saw Ren Shaoyang, they looked him over carefully and couldn't help but praise him.

Just then, Yu Ziya bowed deeply and said, "Sword God Ren, we old fellows have returned to the Central Plains not only to add luster to the 'Kunlun Sword Tournament,' but also to seek kindred spirits."

Ren Shaoyang smiled and asked, "I wonder how to find it?"

Yu Ziya said, "Please listen to this." He then casually crossed his legs, placed the zither on his lap, and plucked the strings. With a clear, resonant sound, it made one feel as if a breeze was blowing under their arms, as if they were in a fairyland.

A hissing sound filled the air as a gentle, light force surged forth.

Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly: "The sound of the zither is a sword?" He made a gesture of picking flowers with his fingers, gently brushed them, and used the "Zen of a Hair's Breadth".

With a few "pop" sounds, the air seemed to vibrate like ripples on water.

Yu Ziya suddenly felt a great force coming from the Yaoqin, and was about to fight back with all his might.

The force vanished silently.

Suddenly losing his target, Yu Ziya felt like he was swinging a hammer in the air. He couldn't stop himself and hopped forward two steps on one leg, swaying and about to kneel down.

Yu Ziya felt a deep sadness, realizing he was about to lose face in his old age and become a disgrace. A gentle breeze blew, and he was propelled backward like a sail, flying about ten feet before landing back in the same spot.

Yu Ziya was startled and looked up.

Ren Shaoyang clapped his hands and laughed, "The sound of the zither is as majestic as Mount Tai and as vast as the rivers. Wonderful, wonderful!"

Yu Ziya remained silent for a moment, then abruptly stopped playing the zither, sighing, "I never imagined that even after thousands of years, the Zhong family would still have a kindred spirit. From now on, this old man will only play this piece for the Sword God Ren alone."

(End of this chapter)