"You're transported to another world at the same time? What the hell is King Arthur?"

Fan Xian was unaware that he was about to find himself in deep trouble.

He was still immersed in the happiness of suddenly falling in love, and every night he would climb over the wall to go to the royal villa to see his fiancée.

During the day, he would constantly search through medical books and try out various medicinal properties, hoping to transform the poison techniques he had learned from his master Fei Jie into medical techniques to save his beloved.

After all, tuberculosis is not a serious disease in modern times.

But in ancient times, when medical technology was underdeveloped, people would really die.

Fan Xian was lost in his own world, occasionally chuckling to himself, completely unaware that Zhang Tian had abandoned his sword and was gesturing wildly in the courtyard, making some kind of name.

After several days of this calm,

He was rushing to leave when he noticed Zhang Tian's strange behavior. "Oh? Good heavens, you can even do Tai Chi?"

Ever since Fan Xian learned that Zhang Tian's nickname was Zhang Bairen, he completely disregarded the fact that the other party was younger than him and directly called him Laotian, which is short for God.

He chuckled, calling out a name only he understood, as he munched on an apple. Watching Zhang Tian stretch out his arms and legs like an old lady in the park, he couldn't help but tease, "You're so young, don't act like an old man or woman. Your punches need to be fast! They need to be stylish! How can you possibly kill someone with something so soft and weak?"

Zhang Tian smiled without saying a word.

Then Fan Xian said, "Heavens, it's over, it's over. The Second Prince is hosting a banquet for me at Zuixianju today, saying there will be delicacies from land and sea. I'll take you there for a grand feast today."

He was overjoyed, thinking, "Why not take advantage of this capitalist system that sucks the blood of the people?"

"I've been craving a Manchu Han Imperial Feast for a long time, but I wonder if that level of cuisine still exists these days?"

Fan Xian spoke words of loneliness.

Zhang Tian's eyes lit up, because the Second Prince's invitation to Fan Xian to dine at Zuixianju was exactly the assassination plot on Niulan Street that the Eldest Princess and Lin Gong had secretly planned.

He immediately followed.

The two traveled by carriage to Zuixianju and soon passed the place where they first met, the place where Fan Xian had beaten up Guo Baokun.

Fan Xian, oblivious to the seriousness of the situation, continued rambling on to Zhang Tian, ​​the young man, about the sweetness of love and dreaming of future happiness. Then he saw Zhang Tian stop the carriage, looking bewildered. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"Your enemy has arrived."

Which one?

"have no idea."

Fan Xian nervously took out the dagger he had hidden on his body.

Zhang Tian remained calm.

She even closed her eyes.

He was concentrating and listening to the sounds around him, because it was hard to guard against a hidden arrow, which was extremely fast and could easily hurt someone.

Just like Yan Xiaoyi, who was only at the upper ninth rank, he was feared by all the experts because of his archery skills, and they were afraid of being shot by arrows for no reason.

"Whoosh!"

The carriage stopped.

This startled the assassin walking on the roof.

The longsword pierced the air, hurtling towards them with a whistling sound.

Zhang Tian's figure vanished instantly, and when he reappeared, he had already soared into the carriage. His hand transformed into a sword finger, with a gentle breeze swirling around it, and with a single slash, the arrow was split in two.

The two female archers who were flying along the wall were completely stunned.

My heart skipped a beat.

He knew he had met a master.

The two of them fired a few more arrows together, but to no avail. After all, visible arrows are easy to dodge, so they simply threw down their bows, drew their long swords, and leaped down from the high wall in perfect unison.

One left and one right.

The swordsmanship was filled with murderous intent.

These two assassins came from Dongyi City, the very place where Si Gu Jian established his sword hut. Si Gu Jian was a grandmaster of swordsmanship who particularly enjoyed taking on disciples. He had trained countless ninth-rank masters throughout his life, making Dongyi City a place teeming with experts.

The entire city was filled with his disciples and grand-disciples, all of whom practiced top-tier swordsmanship. Each of them was quite skilled, and they were all drawn from the crowd.

The two of them made their move.

This startled Fan Xian, who was peeking from inside the carriage. Although he didn't know where the two men came from, he remembered that Zhang Tian hadn't brought his sword with him when he went out today.

After all, they came out to enjoy the Second Prince's delicacies, to have a lavish meal. Who would have thought they would be assassinated on the way?

A swordsman lost his sword.

It's like Sun Wukong losing his magic staff.

Our strength has been greatly diminished!

"broken!"

Fan Xian also climbed out of the carriage. Just as he was about to stand next to Zhang Tian and fight alongside him, he saw Zhang Tian slowly and deliberately begin to perform his set of fist techniques that looked slow and couldn't kill anyone.

True energy surged.

In an instant, clouds and mist rose up.

It fell directly from the sky.

It's hard to tell what's real and what's fake.

The strange phenomenon caused by this move immediately made the two female swordsmen seem to realize something, their eyes widening in surprise, but it was already too late.

Clouds appeared in the palm.

There's fog when you flip through the pages.

Clouds and mist gather, a gentle breeze caresses the face!

After just a few moves, their fierce sword techniques vanished, their sharp blades snapped, and Zhang Tian slapped them across the face, sending them flying along with their broken swords. They crashed into the wall and remained there for a long time.

Fan Xian was dumbfounded. "Holy crap! My God, you really know Tai Chi?"

He thought the other person was slow and that he was the kind of person who hits elderly people in parks.

The result was surprisingly powerful; it slammed the person against the wall, making them hang like a painting, unable to fall down.

That's incredible!

But what happened next was even more shocking.

Just as Fan Xian was dumbfounded, a terrifying giant shadow burst through the wall, sending rubble and dust flying, charging straight at him like a bear.

This is another killer in Niulan Street.

Cheng Jushu, from the Northern Qi Dynasty, was a born monster of hard skills. He was not only born with superhuman strength but also had thick skin and flesh. Most terrifyingly, even his true qi had reached the eighth rank.

Placed on the battlefield.

It can be described as a terrifyingly powerful general who makes ordinary people's scalps tingle.

This time, Zhang Tian's expression became more serious. After all, the Flowing Clouds technique in his hand was not the real Flowing Clouds Scattered Hand, but a hybrid technique he had stolen from Ye Ling'er and incorporated the Thirteen Cloud and Mist Styles from the Smiling Proud Wanderer world. It was just a showpiece.

It's not exactly top-tier.

It allows him to fight a seventh-rank opponent while being a fifth-rank opponent, but when he encounters an eighth-rank expert, especially one with eighth-rank hard qigong, he still needs the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual or the Celestial Immortal Technique to make things easier.

"Boom!"

But after the two fought for several dozen rounds...

Cheng Jushu, still with a look of resentment on his face, collapsed in front of Zhang Tian, ​​spitting out blood and dying.

Fan Xian witnessed the entire exchange between the two, as if he were seeing a god descend to earth. No matter how Cheng Jushu swept through the enemy ranks or how powerful he was, he couldn't touch Zhang Tian in the slightest.

The other party was like a god of wind, constantly swaying back and forth, his figure as light as a swallow, leaving afterimages, just like Wang Qinian on that day.

The final blow landed squarely in the palm.

A surge of domineering true energy pierced through his heart.

It was a complete annihilation.

Everything was so smooth and effortless, as if it were done by a legendary martial arts master!

It was only then that Fan Xian suddenly realized that what Wang Qinian said that day was not a joke. The gap between geniuses is really greater than the gap between a person and a dog.

He was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a moment.

But Zhang Tian stood there motionless.

This immediately startled Fan Xian, who gripped his dagger and warily looked around, wondering, "Is there another expert?"

Zhang Tian shook his head.

Turning to the two swordsmen from Dongyi City, he said very calmly, "The disciples of Si Gu Jian from Dongyi City? Nothing special!"

He was quite wicked at heart.

He couldn't afford to offend Si Gu Jian.

Are we not afraid to offend Si Gu Jian's disciple?

If the news that the Flowing Cloud Scattered Hand technique crushed the Four Directions Sword Technique gets out...

Hehe, come into the bowl!