Fairy, I really am a villain!

As for weapons, he has the top-grade "Flying Light" as his main weapon, and the mid-grade "Red Snake Dragon Roar Sword" as his backup; then, he also has a precious weapon.

After searching for a while, Fang Xiwen placed a long and narrow box on the table, opened it, and inside lay a long sword with a powerful aura.

The sword body is three feet and three inches long, the handle is six inches and two points long, and it is inscribed with "Mingde Zhishan".

If you look closely, you will find that there is a small gap between it and the bottom of the box, and it is actually floating in the air; the flowing light on it is connected with the sky and the earth, going back and forth repeatedly.

This sword not only consumes a lot of energy to use, but also requires a certain temperament from the user... Wang Ningzhu really thinks highly of him.

Ever since obtaining the Mingde Sword, Fang Xiwen spends time communicating with it through his mind every day. Over the past few months, he has managed to get the sword to recognize him as his master and is now able to store it in his Dantian.

It was just that he had not been able to use it before due to his lack of cultivation. Now that he had entered the Seven Apertures, he had finally reached the threshold. He wanted to take this sword into the secret realm.

As for other things, such as dry food and water, they have already been bought; Shaolin Da Huan Dan and other elixirs have also been prepared; two Blood God Stones are on me...

After checking these, Fang Xiwen closed the door and almost never saw anyone again;

He continued to consolidate the realm he had just broken through, feeling the flow of true energy in his inner world, and polishing his state of mind over and over again...

After the formation of the inner world, his requirements for three meals a day were much lower. He moved according to his heart, eating when he was hungry, sleeping when he was tired, and meditating again after waking up.

This state of almost not feeling the passage of time lasted for a long time, until Lin Huazhi knocked on his door.

Fang Xiwen opened his eyes, and a divine light an inch long burst out, disappearing into the air in front of him like a hair.

The day of the secret realm opening has arrived, and it's time to leave.

He pushed open the door, and the bright sunlight made it difficult for him to open his eyes; Fang Xiwen subconsciously raised his hand to block it, and after slowly putting it down, a pretty face with a pale face appeared in front of him.

"Second sister, do you still want to persist?"

"I want to, but I don't want it anymore." Li Muyou shook his head and bit his lip unwillingly, "I will wait for you outside obediently. If anyone dares to ambush me, I will kill him."

"Good, good, good~" Fang Xiwen felt relieved all of a sudden, and he hugged her tightly, gently stroking her smooth long hair like he was petting a cat.

Xiao Hei in the distance jumped down from the courtyard wall, looked up at him and meowed.

Without saying anything more, he let go of her hand, nodded at Lin Huazhi, and said with a smile: "Tell me everything when I come back."

"…Uh-huh."

She was a little unhappy at first seeing them hugging each other, but when she heard that, her face blushed and she nodded vigorously.

"That's it."

He was still wearing the slightly faded green shirt, with two long swords slung around his waist. He walked out of the room and waved his hand gently.

Chapter 213: Meeting at the Bridge

In the morning, at the bridgehead of Yinluo River outside Xingping City.

At dusk, two people were drinking together by the river.

Yun Yichuan was sitting upright in a wide-sleeved robe with cloud patterns on the cuffs. His powerful fingers were holding the handle of a teapot, which was slightly tilted, and a bright silk thread was flowing from the mouth of the pot.

Then, he smoothly divided the tea into two rounds and pushed a jade cup over. "Prince Rui, please."

"No matter how many times I see it, Yichuan's craftsmanship is amazing." Gao Chengyou picked up the teacup but didn't drink it. He took a sip and shook his head as if intoxicated.

"It's just this year's Yunhua tea. Prince Rui is exaggerating."

"Because it tastes so good." He drank it in small sips as if he was holding something precious, and was reluctant to put it down as if his heart would ache if he finished it.

Then, the two of them started chatting about other things, talking and laughing, as if they were not going to enter a secret place today, but to go for an outing.

Unfortunately, this atmosphere was quickly destroyed.

"We agreed to meet at noon, what are you doing here?" Yuwenchou did not bring his sword this time, but changed back into his black robe, with a high aura, but his attitude of biting anyone he saw did not change at all: "Where is the fucking secret realm?"

"How can the art of Tian Yan predict everything?" Gao Chengyou said leisurely, "This means that it is not the right time yet."

Yuwen Chou's face darkened and he was about to explode when another person came over from the bridge.

He was dressed in a tall and straight green shirt, with handsome features. The two swords slung at his waist were slightly staggered. He had a calm demeanor as he walked across the bridge.

"Damn it Fang Xingyun, you came just in time!"

Without saying anything, Yuwen Qiu took a wrong step, unsheathed his long sword, and chopped it with a grim smile: "Look, I'll take your head first to get good luck!"

"Ha, I can't do it." When the knife flashed near him, Fang Xiwen just smiled and shook his finger. He paused, and his body suddenly stood still, like a sword.

"what?"

With a loud thud, Yuwen Chou chopped the wooden board of the bridge with his sword, and powder flew everywhere. Before he could draw his sword, the man stepped on the back of the sword, and his true energy exploded, and he flew away lightly.

"Good skills!" Gao Chengyou cheered from afar with a smile on his face.

"It is just a trivial skill, not worthy of your highness's praise."

Fang Xiwen walked to the table where they were sitting, poured himself a cup of tea, drank it all in one gulp, and said, "What the hell, it's so bitter."

"Did I tell you to drink?" Yun Yichuan sneered.

"If I had known that it would be brewed by someone like you, the tea leaves should have rotted in the ground."

"Try to say that again?!"

The angry shouts of insulting each other spread into the sparse woods nearby, pulling Ye Baiyu out of his concentrated state of sword practice. He wiped the sweat off his forehead, cast his eyes on the people who were full of conflicts, and soon thought of the structure of the major forces in the world.

Suddenly, he had no hope for this alliance anymore.

...How can we defeat the grassland people by teaming up with these insects?

In the distance, Yuwen Chou put away his knife with a grim smile; Fang Xiwen did not fight with him, but instead cursed Yun Yichuan more and more fiercely, and it seemed that they were about to fight to the death.

At this moment, the sky suddenly changed color, and the dome spread out like ink, emitting an extremely heavy oppressive force.

It was as if a vast and heavy "will" had descended, awakened in the surrounding mountains, rivers, opened its eyes and looked at the tiny ants underground.

"Ha, it's time," Gao Chengyou took out a piece of cloth from his arms and looked toward the upper reaches of the Yinluo River: "Friends from the grassland, come out and see us!"

As he spoke, he scattered the pieces of cloth into the air and then threw the teacup in his hand out.

Roar!

But the tail of the teacup dragged out a golden dragon shape, flashing and pouncing towards it.

With a "puff" sound, the noble energy was easily neutralized before it exploded; a three-bladed claw slashed downwards, like catching the moon in the water, lifting heavy objects with ease and overcoming hardness with softness.

The white jade teacup stopped its momentum and fell into a palm.

The palm was like that of an animal, with thick hair and three sharp blades extending outward from the fingers, emitting cold light.

The owner of this hand was thin, with long, messy hair and a slightly arched waist, as if ready to prey on something at any time. He looked at Gao Chengyou and the others and licked his lips.

Although Bayintu is an unknown person now, as long as he kills all these Central Plains dogs today, he will become famous all over the world and enter the Golden Tent.

"People from the Central Plains...die..." A wolf-like gurgling sound came from his throat, and a cold look swept across.

However, no one was surprised. They just looked at Yuwenchou, as if asking: "Your relative?"

"Fuck, what are you looking at me for?" Yuwen Chou glared back at them, then slashed at the boat with his knife: "Barbarian dog, go back to your grassland!"

The force of this sword was so strong that it almost cut out a huge wave as tall as a person.

"Oh?!"

At the same time, Yuwen Chou suddenly screamed, and the sword skills in his hand lost their accuracy; not only him, but everyone present felt a strange feeling.

As if being suspended by a silk thread, the body had an inexplicable tendency to float upward, and the vast and boundless truth slowly enveloped it.

This was the third time Fang Xiwen had felt this true meaning...she was ambushed by a master on location in the grassland once, and was plotted against at a dinner party by Gao Chengyou the second time.

He placed one hand on the hilt of the sword and stared at it—

In an instant, heaven and earth had changed.

...

At this time, Li Muyu, who had agreed to meet him in the city, was now near the river.

She was worried about this person who could be said to be her only relative, so she stared into the distance, wanting to see him one more time.

Keeping a safe distance, Li Muyu bit his lower lip hard. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, his whole body suddenly trembled.

She covered her heart, and the strong feeling about "the way" came to her at this moment.

It is the great method of destroying heaven and earth...

...

At the same time when the situation changed, another person arrived here.

Jiang Xingchu took out a box from his arms and opened the lid. The piece of cloth then flew automatically into the sky without any wind.

Along with them, there are many pieces like goose feathers floating in the air;

And if you feel it carefully, each piece carries a unique aura, which may be noble, crazy, gentle, or fierce... just like the strings of a puppet.

This scene was very strange. At this time, the piece of cloth that "belonged" to her also dropped a trace of true meaning, trying to pull Jiang Xingchu in, but she dodged it because she was well prepared.

A realization came into her mind.

'This will be a scene of birth and death.'

'The winner lives, the loser dies... there is no other outcome.'

In an instant, she understood a lot of what she had heard on the road and what happened in Xingping.

If these sects and the descendants of the aristocratic families were to fight each other, the only ones who would be able to reap the benefits would be the royal family.

Although we still don’t know who the mastermind is, nor how malicious his intentions are... Jiang Xingchu’s heart is still ringing with alarm bells!

She thought of the letter her own silly goose had sent her earlier this month, and quickly read it:

As if it was an appointment, a man in a green robe that couldn't be more familiar stood at the end of the bridge, with an upright posture, one hand stroking the sword, and looking up at the sky.

And above his head, an evil piece of cloth was floating.

"Oh, this idiot..."

Somehow, Jiang Xingchu's tense heart suddenly relaxed, and her mood was like the clearing up after the rain; she stopped forming seals with her hands and casually dispersed the sky curtain that was about to take shape.

Then, as if to catch a butterfly that wanted to land, the girl stretched out her fingers and took the initiative to hook that ray of truth, with a bright smile on the corner of her lips.