Zongwu: I am Ma Dayuan's disciple, Master's wife, you are so hot

Xiaodian looked at him in surprise, and suddenly noticed that he was carrying a long sword with an ancient style and a shiny black scabbard on his back.

"This gentleman... is truly extraordinary." When he came to his senses, the man in white had disappeared. Xiao Qi sighed in his heart.

In terms of appearance, this man in white was indeed inferior to Shen Xin, the most handsome man in the world that he had met before, but the cold, sharp and pointed temperament he had was very different from Shen Xin.

Shen Xin is as outstanding as an immortal. Everyone knows that immortals are high and mighty, but it is inevitable that immortals will feel a bit friendly and fawning towards him.

To put it simply, it is because they are too far away. It is like the emperor who is high above everyone else. When ordinary people see him, they do not feel jealous. Instead, they want to fawn on him, thinking that even a little benefit from the emperor's fingers will be enough for them to enjoy for the rest of their lives.

But the man in white is different. He doesn’t seem to be a living person, but a sword.

A sword hidden in its scabbard, but destined to kill sooner or later.

Xiao Qi secretly compared the man in white with Shen Xin, whom he had met before. After comparing them over and over again, he still couldn't come to a conclusion. Instead, he felt that the two were not the same kind of people and should not be compared together.

Naturally, no one else would pay attention to Xiaodi's psychology.

It is said that the man in white came to the upstairs room. After entering the room, he did not rest but sat on a round stool, took off the black-sheathed sword on his back, and rubbed it carefully.

In his eyes, this sword was not just an ordinary sword, but his friend and confidante.

This continued until the next morning, when the man in white picked up the black-sheathed sword again and walked out of the room.

When they reached the stairs, the man in white took a condescending look.

Early in the morning, the inn was not crowded. There were only a few guests who were staying in the inn, sitting together in groups of three or four, having breakfast.

Not many, just three tables.

The man in white glanced at these people, but didn't seem to find the person he was looking for. His eyes fell on the waiter who received him last night.

A pair of slender hands reached for his waist, and a pile of loose silver appeared in his hands.

The man in white threw the silver gently and said, "Take it."

The boy's brain hadn't reacted yet, but when he saw the white silver falling, his body uncontrollably reached out to catch it.

After receiving the silver, before Xiaodian could feel happy for a moment, the cold voice of the man in white rang out again: "Which guest room is Lin Pingzhi staying in?"

Xiao Dian naturally knew who the Lin Pingzhi mentioned by the man in white was, and he even knew the misfortune that Lin Pingzhi had encountered. But now, in front of everyone, he couldn't directly tell them the news about his guest.

Just as he was struggling, a rough-looking man in the hall on the first floor suddenly stood up and bowed to the man in white: "But is Master Ximen here in person?"

"Do you recognize me?" the man in white looked over and asked.

"It's my honor to meet Master Ximen," the big man replied with a smile, and then said, "Master Ximen wants to find Lin Pingzhi, but I'm afraid he's too late. Lin Pingzhi took Master Shen's errand yesterday and checked out. I don't know where he is now."

"Do you know where Mr. Shen lives?"

The big man looked as if he understood. Although Lin Pingzhi's sword technique of exorcising evil had recently made him famous in the martial arts world, with Ximen Chuxue's current strength and reputation, he would not challenge a young rookie.

The only reason he went to see Lin Pingzhi was because of Shen Xin.

The big man guessed secretly in his heart and felt inexplicably excited. One was Ximen Chuxue, the famous sword god of the Ming Dynasty, and the other was a young hero who came from the Northern Song Dynasty and had reached the level of a grandmaster.

The confrontation between these two people would definitely be a very exciting event in the martial arts world.

However, this big man really didn’t know where Shen Xin lived.

He had only been in the capital for a few days, and it was already difficult for him to find the Yunlai Inn. How could he have the energy to find out where Shen Xin was living now?

He is not a native of Beijing, and even if Shen Xin did not hide his residence, it would naturally take some effort for him to find out.

Moreover, although he also wanted to meet the famous Shen Xin, he had no intention of checking Shen Xin's residence or visiting him directly.

After all, considering his status in society, it would be a bit arrogant for him to just visit someone in person.

However, although he didn't know where Shen Xin lived, the big man didn't want to miss such a great opportunity. After thinking for a moment, he came up with an idea.

"I don't know where Master Shen lives, but since he is listed as "the most handsome man in the world" in the No. 1 Manor in the World, I think they must know where Master Shen is."

"The number one manor in the world." Ximen Chuxue murmured. If he wanted to check, it would not be difficult to find Shen Xin's residence.

However, Ximen Chuxue did not intend to go to Shen Xin rashly, because in his heart, Shen Xin was a respectable opponent.

So, he came to Yunlai Inn, intending to challenge Lin Pingzhi.

But I didn't expect that Lin Pingzhi had already left Yunlai Inn.

Ximen Chuxue thought for a moment and came up with an idea. He asked the waiter to prepare food and boil some hot water to send to the room. He planned to eat and drink his fill, take a bath, change clothes, and then go to the No. 1 Village in the World.

If he simply wanted to ask the No. 1 Village in the World to run errands and send him a challenge, there would be no need to go through so much trouble.

But the best manor in the world has the best swordsman in the world - Jian Jingfeng. Since he has gone there, he will inevitably have to fight with Jian Jingfeng. He takes a bath and changes his clothes as a respect for his opponent.

The better the food, the finer the texture.

Ximen Chuxue was sitting in the hall on the first floor, eating very seriously. He looked so serious and solemn, as if he was not eating but fighting a war.

After dinner, Ximen Chuxue went upstairs, washed himself carefully, and then lit a fragrance. He lingered until noon before leaving the room and heading towards Tianxia No. 1 Village.

Chapter 296: The World's No. Sword

Ximen Chuxue is known for his sword skills, but his lightness skills should not be underestimated.

Yunlai Inn was not far from the No. 1 Manor in the World. After a while, Ximen Chuxue appeared in front of the gate of the No. 1 Manor in the World.

He did not rush in directly, but stood at the door and released his sword intent. The cold and sharp sword intent made the two guards guarding the door feel cold all over.

The release of this sword intent did not last long before it was affected by the clear sound of a sword.

When Ximen Chuxue heard the sound, his sword intent became stronger, and his figure seemed to be shrouded by an illusory sword.

"Zheng~"

There was also a clear and crisp sound of sword, and the sword energy soared into the sky. The black-sheathed long sword on his back appeared in Ximen Chuxue's hand at some point.

"Ximen Chuxue, I come to ask for your advice."

Ximen Chuxue's voice was very soft, but it was clearly heard throughout the No. 1 Village in the World.

"One Hundred and Seven" had long been affected by Ximen Chuixue's sword intent. Until a master came, how could Jian Jingfeng hold back?

Although he is no longer at the age of fighting and competing, Jian Jingfeng will not avoid a fight if he meets an interesting swordsman.

It's not out of competitiveness, it's purely out of love for the sword.

Jian Jingfeng's figure soon appeared in front of Ximen Chuxue. He was holding a sword of extraordinary appearance, and the sword intent emanated from his body.

The sword intent swept across, as if a rolling dust was rushing towards Ximen Chuixue.

Ximen Chuxue's eyes focused, and a flash of sword light shot out, directly cutting off the rolling yellow sand.

"Your sword intent is not yet complete."

Ximen Chuxue stared at Jian Jingfeng with a cold voice.

Jian Jingfeng did not show any sign of shame or anger. Instead, he looked at his junior Ximen Chuxue with admiration.

At such a young age, he has already found his own way. Perhaps in the future, he will become a master of swordsmanship at the level of a god.

Jian Jingfeng thought about it, his right hand already grasped the hilt of the sword. He slowly announced the name of his sword: "Jingfeng Sword, the sword is three feet and five inches long, weighs six pounds and fourteen ounces, and is forged from strange stones from the desert."

Upon seeing this, Ximen Chuxue held the black-sheathed sword across his body.

"The sword is called Wushao, it is three feet and seven inches long, weighs seven pounds and thirteen ounces, and is forged from meteorite iron."

"What a good sword!" Jian Jingfeng exclaimed.

"It is indeed a good sword." Ximen Chuxue nodded in agreement.

As soon as he finished speaking, Ximen Chuxue placed his hand on the hilt of the sword. The black hilt was held by the snow-white hand, presenting an extremely strong contrast.

"Zheng~"

The crisp sound of sword rang out again, and with a flash of cold light, the black scabbard was unsheathed. Ximen Chuxue's sword had long since abandoned the complicated and complex sword moves, leaving only the basic sword style.

Jian Jingfeng also starts from simple to complex, and then goes back to simple again. In terms of moves, Jian Jingfeng is actually not much inferior to Ximen Chuxue.

But as soon as the two men started fighting, Jian Jingfeng was forced to retreat step by step. Ximen Chuxue's attack was too fierce and too ferocious. Jian Jingfeng was far from that natural state of unity between man and sword.

"Ding ding ding..."

The crisp collision sound was like thunder and rain, continuous and terrifying.

The two sharp sword lights were integrated into one, forming a continuous piece, which was dazzling.

Jian Jingfeng was soon forced into a corner. If he wanted, he could use his lightness skills to temporarily avoid the attack, but since they had agreed to a sword fight, how could Jian Jingfeng admit defeat?

His feet were on the wall, his whole body parallel to the ground, and he was forced to climb up the wall by Ximen Chuxue.

However, although Jian Jingfeng was in a mess at this time, he also got a chance to catch his breath.

The sword light in front of him dimmed, and then he drew back the sword and stabbed it straight forward. A sharp sword light burst out and shot towards Ximen Chuxue's chest.

Although Ximen Chuxue cut off the sword light, he lost his initial unstoppable courage. He retreated backwards and distanced himself from Jian Jingfeng.

In this first round, the two men barely managed to end up in a draw.

They looked at each other, and suddenly, a figure in white broke into their battle.

Shangguan Haitang held a treasured fan in her hand and acted as a peacemaker: "You two, please listen to me..."

"Get out of here!" Ximen Chuxue shouted before Shangguan Haitang could finish her words.

A hint of anger flashed across Shangguan Haitang's eyes, and she turned back to look at Jian Jingfeng.

The reason she stepped forward this time was to protect Jian Jingfeng's reputation as the best swordsman in the world.

But although Jian Jingfeng did not speak harshly to Ximen Chuxue, the impatience in his eyes was real.

Shangguan Haitang was angry and heartbroken, so she just ignored it and flew aside, becoming a spectator.

The appearance of Shangguan Haitang did not affect Ximen Chuxue, but for Jian Jingfeng, it did not make him so confused and unable to fight again, but it did affect his mood.

This influence is actually nothing, but in Ximen Chuxue's opinion, it is not perfect after all.

He immediately put away his sword and said proudly: "You and I will fight again in the future."

As he spoke, Ximen Chuxue turned his gaze to Shangguan Haitang: "I have a letter of challenge, I hope that Shangguan Manor Master can deliver it to Shen Xin..."

As Ximen Chuxue spoke, he took out a letter from his arms and threw it to Shangguan Haitang.