Fantasy, starting with a treasure bowl

"Elder Song, do you perhaps also know this person's background?"

Seeing Song Zhang looking at Bi Yangde not far away with a meaningful expression, Qin Jisi leaned forward as well, his tone somewhat curious.

"Hehe, this child not only comes from the Bi family of Wenchuan City in the Western Qin Kingdom, but is also the bastard child born from the affair between the Bi family patriarch, Bi Buqun, and a maid. How could this elder not recognize him..."

Still casually stroking his beard, Song Zhang glanced at Qin Jisi, who was filled with curiosity beside him, and said in a slow and unhurried tone, "Although Bi Yangde's background isn't exactly glamorous, his cultivation is quite formidable..."

"Moreover, this kid has now gotten close to the powerful Taiji Sword Sect. That guy named Guo Tianlin is probably in deep trouble..."

"Hmph, I don't think so!"

Before Song Zhang could finish speaking, a sinister laugh suddenly came from the side.

"It's you!"

Looking up at the sound, Song Zhang saw Zhao Kuangyi standing with his arms crossed, looking at him with disdain in front of the Northern Wei army not far away. Song Zhang also frowned slightly, his anger rising, as if he had some deep grudge against the other party.

"Hey Zhao, what do you mean by this?"

"Are you perhaps questioning this elder's judgment...?"

Song Zhang's face was gloomy, and his eyes were fixed on Zhao Kuangyi not far away, as if he would suddenly attack at any moment.

The reason was simple: he and Zhao Kuangyi, the imperial uncle of the Northern Wei Dynasty, had a long-standing feud.

About thirty years ago, before Song Zhang was promoted to the Left Elder of the Yunfu Sect, he accidentally found a rare medicinal herb that was three hundred years old.

At that time, Zhao Kuangyi also happened to have his eye on this rare and precious herb. In the end, the two fought fiercely over the herb, resulting in both of them being injured and neither of them gaining any advantage.

Therefore, now that the two have run into each other again, they are like enemies, envious and naturally at odds with each other!

"So what if it is?"

Facing the angry glare and rebuke from his old nemesis Song Zhang, Zhao Kuangyi remained unfazed, offering a cold smile. "In my opinion, the Taiji Sword Sect may not necessarily emerge victorious in this battle. Guo Tianlin's abilities are far more complex than you, old man, imagine!"

As the current imperial uncle of the Northern Wei Dynasty, Zhao Kuangyi was naturally quite familiar with the Guo clan, his old ally. Guo Tianlin, as the young patriarch of the Guo clan, had been watched by him since childhood and was well aware of the latter's strength.

"joke!"

Seeing Zhao Kuangyi's unwavering confidence in Guo Tianlin's victory, Song Zhang also grew impatient. He glared at Zhao and pointed at him, shouting, "You wild donkey Zhao, how dare you spout such nonsense!"

"Fine, since you insist on making a bet with me, I'll give you a chance!"

"If Guo Tianlin loses in the end, you, Zhao Yelu, will kneel down and kowtow to me on the spot, and vice versa. Do you dare to bet?!"

Song Zhang still looked angry and was furious.

"Zhao, Zhao the Wild Donkey?"

Faced with Song Zhang's provocative close-up, Zhao Kuangyi had not yet uttered a word, but Zhao Tingmei, the crown prince of Northern Wei, twitched at the corner of his mouth, looking astonished, as if he never expected that his own uncle would have such a "nickname".

"You old bastard, you're asking for it...!"

Upon hearing Song Zhang publicly call out his derogatory nickname, Zhao Kuangyi's face darkened, and his murderous aura surged instantly, as if someone had touched a raw nerve.

"Uncle, what, what's going on now...!"

Turning her head, Zhao Tingmei saw Zhao Kuangyi standing to the side, her expression still strange.

"Nephew, do not listen to his nonsense!"

Zhao Kuangyi waved his hand and immediately shouted in a deep voice, "Since this old geezer wants to gamble, then I'll play along!"

"yes!"

Seeing this, Zhao Tingmei was somewhat confused, but dared not ask any further questions and could only cup her hands in greeting.

The reason why Zhao Kuangyi dared not speak out was quite simple: it was because the matter was not honorable.

About fifty years ago, when the Wusheng Sect ravaged and swept across the Eastern Xuan Region, the Northern Wei Kingdom was also attacked by the Wusheng Sect's army. Although Zhao Kuangyi was only a prince at the time, he also led the Northern Wei army to fight tenaciously against the Wusheng Sect's invasion.

However, due to the vast disparity in strength between the two sides, Zhao Kuangyi's Northern Wei army not only suffered a crushing defeat, but he himself was also almost captured on the spot by the Wusheng Sect. In the end, he had to ride a donkey cart and escape back to the Northern Wei capital overnight, thus narrowly escaping death!

Zhao Kuangyi naturally avoided mentioning this piece of negative information.

"Zhao Yelu, you're doomed!"

Seeing Zhao Kuangyi accept the bet in public, Song Zhang also raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a disdainful and wicked smile.

After all, although Guo Tianlin was quite capable, he was far inferior to Bi Yangde, an inner disciple of the Taiji Sword Sect. Moreover, their Yuan Power cultivation was five minor realms apart, making them worlds apart and incomparable!

Even to put it bluntly, the Tai Chi Sword Sect is still a legitimate sixth-grade sect. No matter how bad they are, it's impossible for them to lose two matches in a row right from the start of this year's Four Nations Martial Arts Tournament, right? That's just not logical!

This is one of the reasons why Song Zhang dared to gamble with Zhao Kuangyi!

Just as Song Zhang and Zhao Kuangyi were locked in a heated exchange and made a bet, a battle was about to erupt not far away!

Rumble...!

A loud bang of energy colliding suddenly rang out, and the next moment dust and gravel scattered everywhere. Then, two young figures emerged from the commotion, unharmed, as if the battle had ended in a draw!

Swish!

Having landed steadily behind him, Guo Tianlin raised his eyes again, looking at Bi Yangde not far away. His face remained calm as still water. "Although the disciples of your Tai Chi Sword Sect are all quite skilled, I have a compelling reason to win today's battle, and you are destined to lose...!"

"Hmph, what utterly arrogant!"

Seeing that Guo Tianlin not only blocked his full-force attack head-on but also adopted a posture of certain victory, Bi Yangde was equally enraged. He immediately thrust his sword through the air again, shouting, "Tai Chi Sword Technique, Second Form: Pulling Up the Grass to Find the Snake!"

bass!bass!bass!

A flash of sword light streaked across the sky, creating countless sword shadows that crisscrossed like thousands of serpents bursting from their holes. The swords then enveloped Guo Tianlin, who was not far away, and attacked with tremendous force!

"Kid, die!"

Bi Yangde's face was filled with murderous intent.

Although he himself was of average talent, even after more than ten years of cultivation, he had only mastered the second move of this Tai Chi sword technique. However, this move "Pulling Grass to Find the Snake" was still quite powerful, comparable to an eighth-grade martial art!

Moreover, Bi Yangde himself is at the seventh level of the Spirit Soul Realm, and now he has the assistance of an eighth-grade martial art. On the other hand, Guo Tianlin is only at the second level of the Spirit Soul Realm and is powerless to withstand his full-force sword strike!

"A trivial skill!"

Facing Bi Yangde's full-force sword strike, Guo Tianlin did not flinch or retreat. Instead, he formed hand seals and chanted, "Distraction Three Spirits Mantra, unleash!"

Swish...! Swish...!

The next moment, Guo Tianlin's body trembled slightly, as if he had been electrocuted. At the same time, a transparent figure suddenly burst out from above his head and split in two on the spot, which was very strange!

"What the hell is that move?!"

"Huh? This is... the Guo clan's ancestral technique, the 'Dual Spirit Splitting Spell'? No, wait, why is there an extra clone compared to before...!"

Upon seeing this, not only did Bi Yangde's expression change slightly, but even Lu Feng, who was watching from the sidelines, was stunned and looked surprised.