The blind girl is called a saint with a sword!

Just as dawn broke, An Qingwan arrived at the foot of Mount Qingcheng.

There were still three days before the Qingcheng Martial Arts Tournament officially began.

However, martial arts practitioners from all directions had already gathered near Mount Qingcheng.

This was a grand feast, a feast a hundred times grander than the duel between Lan Xiaogu and Gongsun Hongdie outside Yufu City.

Yu Fucheng's duel was ultimately just a spur-of-the-moment decision, while the Qingcheng Martial Arts Tournament has been going on for over two hundred years, attracting countless participants and spectators each time it is held.

This debate wasn't about martial arts skills, but about status in the martial arts world!

Many sects in the Sichuan martial arts world have grudges, but they dare not fight each other due to the rules of the martial arts world or other concerns. They can only show off their power verbally.

But once you get to Qingcheng to compete in martial arts, you no longer need to have so many reservations.

If we win here, we can laugh for at least three or four years, if not ten.

"Ten years ago, my senior brother was defeated by Luo, the head of the Luoyan Sect, by half a move. Now that my fist technique has been perfected, I will definitely sweep away the past defeat and restore the sect's prestige!"

"The title of the number one person in the Sichuan martial arts world probably still belongs to the Li family of Yizhou."

"Li Xintong's Three Spears on the White Horse have reached an unparalleled level; it's truly unknown who can withstand him."

All I could hear were people talking.

Even Lan Xiaogu, who is usually straightforward, felt a little reserved in this situation.

"A lot of people."

An Qingwan nodded silently.

Yes, there are too many people.

Most of the famous figures in the Sichuan martial arts world have gathered at Mount Qingcheng. If someone were to commit violence here, the entire Sichuan martial arts world would likely be thrown into turmoil, just like two hundred years ago.

Could this be the real purpose of the Joyful Taoist?

Just as An Qingwan was pondering, a shout suddenly came from afar.

"It's Sect Leader Yu Shenghanyu!"

Everyone looked up and saw a man with a long beard and a handsome face walk out.

Although he was walking, he was walking in mid-air, his feet treading on the air as if on flat ground, leisurely floating in the air, like an immortal.

How many people in the world have ever seen such terrifying lightness skill?

Exclamations were heard everywhere.

Someone is laughing.

An Qingwan was also smiling.

She caught a scent; it was the same scent she had smelled in the Jade Valley. The scent was faint, but it couldn't escape her nose.

An Qingwan walked out of the crowd.

She walked very slowly, just as slowly as Yu Shenghan.

She walked very lightly, even more lightly than Yu Shenghan.

But no one could ignore her presence.

Because she is An Qingwan.

An Qingwan, who races and leaps on the Xunyang River! An Qingwan, who soars like an immortal with a sword on the shores of Dongting Lake! An Qingwan, who intimidates heroes with her sword under the moonlit night in Jiangling!

Everyone saw the blindfold covering her eyes, everyone saw the sword at her waist, and everyone guessed her identity.

"An Qingwan, the Goddess of Xiaoxiang!"

"Sword Immortal An Qingwan!"

The people in the mountains spontaneously made way for them.

An Qingwan walked along that path, and then the entire forest fell silent.

Even the sound of breathing disappeared.

An Qingwan stopped half a zhang away from Yu Shenghan.

She heard a heartbeat, Yu Shenghan's heartbeat, a very rapid heartbeat.

She exclaimed sincerely, "What a magnificent display of lightness skill! This is truly unparalleled in the world!"

Yu Shenghan replied, "You flatter me, Goddess of Xiaoxiang."

An Qing nodded and then walked away.

She was just going to say hello, why did she stay so long?

Her greeting must have already shaken the entire Qingcheng Mountain.

In fact, An Qingwan could have killed Yu Shenghan with a single sword strike.

At such close range, she believed that no top master in the world could avoid her Heavenly Flying Immortal technique.

But she ultimately did not draw her sword.

Killing someone is not difficult.

But killing someone clearly and without knowing why is not an easy task.

Even if you held a sword to the neck, a person like Huanxi Daoren probably wouldn't reveal his true purpose.

Therefore, An Qingwan needs to wait for the right opportunity.

When are people most likely to expose themselves?

It must be a moment of triumph!

When one is triumphant, one becomes arrogant and complacent.

The Happy Taoist must be very pleased with himself now.

After all, he had just obtained the true, insinuating blueprints.

But he's certainly not proud enough.

Because he hasn't yet created a true innuendo.

So An Qingwan has to wait.

She wanted to give the Happy Taoist a chance to gloat.

While waiting, she didn't sit idle. She asked Jin Xueyi to go down the mountain to keep an eye on things, while she took Lan Xiaogu and they circled around Qingcheng Mountain several times.

The next day, when An Qingwan met Yu Shenghan again, she noticed that he was no longer sweating secretly.

On the third day, when An Qingwan met Yu Shenghan again, she noticed that his heartbeat had calmed down.

At this moment, An Qingwan knew that the opportunity she had been waiting for had arrived.

……

"She shouldn't have come."

"But she still came after all."

"Therefore, I must give her a great gift, a gift that will ensure she never rests in peace!"

Yu Shenghan laughed.

He had never smiled so brightly before.

He rarely laughed because his life was so devoid of joy.

But today is different.

He should smile no matter what, as a formidable enemy is about to die.

"I'm leaving the people outside to you."

Yu Shenghan spoke to a man carrying a silver-white spear.

This man was none other than Li Xintong, the renowned White Horse Spear Master of Sichuan.

"Go ahead, there's no need to worry about me here."

Yu Shenghan left.

Today is the official opening day of the Qingcheng Martial Arts Tournament, and as the head of the Qingcheng Sect, it is only right that he stands up and says something.

So, what to say?

Yu Shenghan looked around.

On the open space set up for the martial arts competition, there were thousands of people standing, including An Qingwan, who was standing quite close to the front.

He laughed: "Two hundred and sixty years ago, the Great Liang Kingdom sent a large number of martial arts practitioners to invade the Shu region. At that time, the Shu region was engulfed in war. In order to resist the Great Liang Kingdom, the heroes of the Shu region and the martial arts masters of the Great Liang Kingdom agreed to hold a martial arts competition at Qingcheng Mountain. This is the origin of the Qingcheng Martial Arts Competition."

"In that competition, the heroes of Shu were already at a disadvantage. At the critical moment, Zhou Lingyue, the first master of Moyu Valley, stepped forward and used his ingenious 'hidden arrow' technique to kill all the martial arts masters of Daliang Kingdom, thus protecting the martial arts world of Shu."

"It can be said that without the innuendo, there would have been no subsequent Qingcheng Martial Arts Tournament."

"Today, the Qingcheng Martial Arts Tournament is being held again. To help everyone recall those days, I would like to tell you a story."

tell a story?

This inexplicable action sparked a flurry of discussion among the previously excited martial arts heroes.

What is Yu Shenghan trying to do?

Yu Shenghan said, "The Qingcheng Martial Arts Tournament is supposed to be a grand event in the Sichuan martial arts world, but on this day, an uninvited guest suddenly arrived. This uninvited guest was naturally not here to watch the tournament; she came to kill. Why? Because although she appears righteous and righteous on the surface, claiming to be dedicated to the people, she has secretly already pledged allegiance to the Great Guang Sect of the Northern Desert Demon Clan. She came on the orders of Garuda King of the Great Guang Sect to destroy the Sichuan martial arts world and to pave the way for the Great Guang Sect and the Turks to march south into Sichuan, just as the Great Liang Kingdom did back then."

"To ensure the complete annihilation of the many heroes of the Sichuan martial arts world on Mount Qingcheng, she even unleashed the long-lost true technique of 'Hidden Sand Shot'! Under the combined attack of the Hidden Sand Shot and the demonic sect members lurking in the shadows, Mount Qingcheng was slaughtered, leaving almost no survivors. If it weren't for the survivors revealing the truth, the world would probably still believe that it was the work of Moyu Valley. How tragic, how lamentable, how hateful!"

Someone's expression changed slightly: "Yu Shenghan, is the uninvited guest in the story you're telling you... yourself?"

"That uninvited guest was certainly not me, but that person is among you—it's her!"

Yu Shenghan pointed a finger at An Qingwan.

"The Goddess of Xiaoxiang?"

Everyone was taken aback; they had absolutely no idea what was going on.

An Qingwan suddenly clapped her hands: "I see, what a good story, what a good story. I wonder what version of this story would have been if I hadn't come."

Yu Shenghan smiled and said, "If you don't come, then the 'she' in the story refers to the entire Moyu Valley."

An Qingwan shook her head and stood up: "The Moyu Valley, which once saved the martial arts world of Sichuan from the hands of the Great Liang Kingdom, has fallen into the clutches of the Great Guang Dynasty two hundred years later. This story is truly lamentable."

Yu Shenghan said smugly, "People love stories like this."

An Qingwan asked, "Why did you choose to pledge allegiance to the Great Guang Army?"

Yu Shenghan said, "This is not something you need to know. You just need to be the 'her' in the story."

The two exchanged words very quickly, and gradually, those who reacted quickly began to understand the situation.

The problem isn't with An Qingwan, but with Yu Shenghan!

Yu Shenghan wanted to kill them and then frame An Qingwan!

"Sect Leader Yu, how could you..."

Someone stood up, and had just started to speak when they suddenly felt weak all over.

"Oh no, it's sleeping gas!"

Some people fell, and many more fell.

A sense of panic began to spread, and people slowly emerged from all directions, led by Li Xintong, the White Horse Spear.

Yu Shenghan, who had been speaking the whole time, also raised his hand.

"An Qingwan, this is where you will die!"

An Qingwan was surrounded.

Now, her situation is ten times worse than it was that night in Moyu Valley.

However, An Qingwan was still smiling.

Do you think you can still live?

An Qingwan smiled and said, "Daoist Huanxi, of course I can live."