The World of Martial Arts Begins with the Ability of Quicksilver

"Is not it?"

"That's his own original Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. The old beggar has my Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms in front of him. It's like a child playing house. Oh~ I won't mention it, it hurts people"

"What, don't you even Qigong know the opponent of Little Brother Sedum?"

"It's not just that I'm not Sedum's opponent, let me see."

"There is no one in this world who will be his opponent"

hiss!

"How could he have such profound martial arts at such a young age!" Huang Rong and Guo Jing said in shock

Huang Rong asked, "Qi Gong, what if you and my father fight together?"

"It's hard to say, but I see Xuan." Hong Qigong shook his head and said.

"This! Could it be that he is another Wang Chongyang?" Huang Rong looked at Sedum on the field, and was extremely shocked.

However, Wang Chongyang once defeated all four masters in the "Huashan Discussion of Swords" and won the title of "No. [-] Master in the World".

Could it be that the young Sedum already has Wang Chongyang's strength?

But how old is he now.

Huang Rong couldn't help but cast a glance at Guo Fu, who was next to her with beautiful eyes, and her eyes kept rolling.

She glanced at the two of them.

But at this time, Sedum in the field shouted, "Take my move——Wan Jian returns to the sect!"

Jing Tian waved his hand, and in an instant, all the swords of the surrounding people in the river and lake flew up.

"Scandium, scandium, scandium~" Swords flew out of their scabbards automatically.

Countless flying swords hovered above Sedum.

"what!"

"What kind of martial art is this!"

All the people present in Jianghu looked at the scene in front of them, and they all said in horror.

"Mom, look quickly, all the swords are flying up," Guo Fu shouted excitedly, pointing at the flying swords in the sky.

The flying swords in the sky hovered above Sedum's head like a flock of birds.

"Qi Gong, do you know what kind of martial art this is?"

"I just heard what Sedum yelled, it seems to be Wan Jian Guizong, but I don't know what kind of martial arts it is"

"I have never heard of it, I have never seen it before." Hong Qigong shook his head while looking at the flying sword that was still hovering above.

Sedum's origin is too mysterious, and his martial arts are extremely powerful. The more he understands, the more shocked Hong Qigong is.

"Go!" Sedum controlled Feijian and pointed at Jinlun Fawang.

"Xuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Jinlun Fawang was already exhausted at this time, and he couldn't even move.

"No!" Jinlun Fawang cried out in despair.

"Puff puff ~" Then Wan Jian pierced through his body.

A sharp sword was stuck on the ground, like a forest of swords.

Jinlun Fawang stood in the middle of the sword forest, staring wide-eyed, unwilling to die.

"Get up~" Sedum controlled the sharp sword to fly up again.

"Om~" The flying sword vibrated, and the blood was blown away.

Then they returned to their original scabbards one by one.

"Good boy, you really opened our eyes." Hong Qigong walked up to Sedum and said with a smile.

"Award"

"Jing Tian single-handedly defeated the Great Mongolian King of the Golden Wheel, his master and his disciples. Now I strongly recommend Jing Tian to be our martial arts leader. Who has any objections!" Hong Qigong shouted to the people in Jianghu.

"Leader Sedum!"

"Leader Sedum!"

The crowd cheered.

on the wine table.

Hong Qigong disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Sedum, this is Lu Youjiao, the contemporary leader of our beggar gang"

"This is senior brother Zhu Ziliu, the fourth disciple of Master Yideng."

Huang Rong introduced the past to Jing Tian one by one.

"This is the daughter of Brother Jing and I——Guo Fu"