"By the way, now that the duel is over, can we leave now?" Deric Wan looked around and said, "There's really nothing good to stay in this place!"
Deric Wan's voice immediately brought Yan Liqiang's thoughts back to the icy Tianchi. Yan Liqiang looked at the bloodstains in the distance and the Feitian Gate in the distance, and smiled. "I want to leave, but I guess Guo Yifei, the leader of Feitian Gate, doesn't want me to leave like this. Just now, before you came, we almost had a fight?"
"What else does Feitianmen want?" Deric Wan frowned, a trace of anger flashed across his face, "The duel is over, can't they afford to lose?"
"Then Guo Yifei still wants to continue to avenge the disciples of Feitianmen!"
"Where are those birdmen from Feitianmen?"
"Over there?" Yan Liqiang pointed towards the place where the Feitian Sect disciples were where the big flag had fallen.
"Wait a moment!" After saying that, Deric Wan rushed directly in the direction Yan Liqiang pointed. After just a moment, he arrived ten meters in front of the people from Feitian Sect. He glanced around and his gaze fell on Guo Yifei's face. As the leader of Feitian Sect, Guo Yifei was naturally the center of attention in Feitian Sect, and his cultivation and temperament were also different from those of ordinary people.
"Are you Guo Yifei, the leader of Feitian Sect?" Deric Wan asked loudly.
Guo Yifei nodded with a dark face. When Deric Wan came over, Guo Yifei felt that this person's cultivation was definitely not inferior to his own. "Who are you?"
"I am Deric Wan, the deputy head of the Qianji Hall of Lingshan Sect!" Deric Wan's voice echoed far away, not only in Lingshan Sect, but also within a radius of several thousand meters. "Young Master Yan is the worshiper of the Qianji Hall of Lingshan Sect. Young Master Yan's affairs are the affairs of Lingshan Sect. This duel is over. Any feud between Feitian Sect and Young Master Yan will be taken over by Lingshan Sect. If you have any other tricks, just tell me and I will take it here!"
Feitian Sect is just a local sect in the northwest. Compared with Lingshan Sect, one of the four major sects of the Han Empire, such a sect is not on the same order of magnitude in terms of influence and strength. The cultivation level of a deputy hall master of Lingshan Sect is the same as Guo Yifei. How can they be compared
Guo Yifei, who had been so arrogant just now, was now completely wilted in front of a behemoth like the Lingshan Sect. He had no capital to be proud or arrogant at all. When it came to martial arts methods, a sect like the Lingshan Sect was completely at the same level as the ancestors, and its methods were tougher and stronger. When facing the government, the Lingshan Sect might still give them some face, but facing a "small sect" like the Feitian Sect, the Lingshan Sect could crush them without any scruples.
Guo Yifei's hands and heart were shaking. He knew that this time, Feitian Sect had really hit a wall. Both Yan Liqiang's own strength and ability, and the sudden arrival of the powerful reinforcements from Lingshan Sect, had completely exceeded his previous expectations and judgment.
“Feitian Sect and Yan Liqiang’s Enyang… after this duel, have been… written off…” Although it was difficult to say this, Guo Yifei, after assessing the situation, could only bow his head, bite the bullet, and said this in a difficult tone, swallowing back what he had just said. Guo Yifei understood that if he didn’t bow his head at this moment, once he and the people from Lingshan Sect started fighting here, not to mention whether he could defeat Deric Wan in front of him, the final result would be that regardless of the outcome, Feitian Sect would probably become a thing of the past in a short time. The reputation of these four major sects was built on the bones of countless challengers.
"That's good!" Deric Wan smiled, looked at Guo Yifei and the trembling members of Feitian Sect with a dignified gaze, then turned around and ran towards Yan Liqiang.
Looking at Deric Wan's flying back, and then at the looks of the onlookers around him, Guo Yifei suddenly felt his blood boiling, his heart pounding like thunder, and breathing became a little difficult. He covered his chest all of a sudden, and just as he was about to say something, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he fell backwards.
“Sect Master… Sect Master…” All the people from Feitian Sect panicked instantly and surrounded Guo Yifei.
In the same short time, Deric Wan had returned to Yan Liqiang's side and grinned, "The matter of Feitianmen is over. They will never dare to trouble you again. You can go back now!"
"Thank you, Vice Hall Master Wen, for your help!"
"Hahaha, it's a trivial matter. If the worshippers of our Lingshan Sect's Qianji Hall can be bullied at will, then what kind of sect is Lingshan Sect considered one of the four major sects!"
"That's right, that's right, then let's go!" Yan Liqiang smiled freely, and then under the gaze of countless people on the bank of Tianchi Lake, he and Deric Wan turned into two black dots and rushed towards the shore.
A moment later, the people from the Kyudo Society and the people from the Lingshan School joined together, and with the roar of iron hooves, they rushed directly towards the mountain pass leaving Tianchi. The Kyudo duel that shocked the entire northwest finally came to an end.
As soon as Yan Liqiang left, the tens of thousands of onlookers by the Tianchi Lake suddenly became noisy and excited. Today's drama was so exciting. At this time, everyone was still thinking about the amazing arrow that Yan Liqiang shot to kill Cai Yingwu. After this battle, the title of the strongest archer in the northwest had undoubtedly fallen on Yan Liqiang from Pingxi County, Ganzhou. Everyone who fought by the Tianchi Lake in Canglong Mountain today witnessed with their own eyes the rise of a talented young man and a strong star, who was famous in the northwest.
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“At such an age, with such achievements… “On the hillside beside Tianchi, “Second Uncle” shook his head and sighed, his tone full of amazement, and said to the people around him, “He has the support of His Majesty the Emperor in the court, and the backing of Lingshan Sect in the martial arts world. In Ganzhou, he and Lei Si are uncle and nephew. Outside of Ganzhou, he can defeat the Zhuanyun Yamen and overpower the Feitian Sect. This Yan Liqiang has a bright future. The result of this duel must be reported in detail to the head of the family. The family can no longer take him lightly!”
“Uncle, could it be true that Yan Liqiang can communicate with gods in his dreams? It’s not easy for ordinary people to be proficient in the study of mechanisms and martial arts, but Yan Liqiang is proficient in everything. How can there be such a person in the world…” The handsome young man named Jiacheng asked a question with a confused look on his face.
This question made the "Second Uncle" stunned for a moment, because the "Second Uncle" knew that his nephew had always been arrogant, never convinced by others, and did not believe in ghosts and gods. He did not expect that after seeing the duel with Yan Liqiang today, the nephew's beliefs in himself began to waver. It can be seen how great an impact Yan Liqiang had on him.
"The head of the family once said that the world is so vast that nothing is impossible. What we know and see is probably just a drop in the ocean..." "Second Uncle" also sighed, "Let's go, don't think about these things. Even if Yan Li can communicate with gods through his dreams, it is his chance. Everyone has his own chance and destiny. Everyone has his own hardships and sleeps in his own bed. You can't force it..."
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Just on a hillside farther away, two men in black, with bodies as straight as guns, were riding on rhinoceros horses, facing the biting cold wind, silently watching what was happening in Tianchi. One of the two men looked to be in his fifties or sixties, wearing a bearskin coat, with sword-like eyebrows, eagle eyes, a high nose, and an indescribable sense of firmness and toughness on his face that was weathered by the years. From beginning to end, this man's eyes never left Yan Liqiang, and even until Yan Liqiang and Deric Wan left, his eyes were always on Yan Liqiang's back.
"Is this Yan Liqiang the young master you mentioned?" He waited until Yan Liqiang's figure completely disappeared from this man's sight before he turned around and looked at Fu Changde beside him with a sharp gaze, "Did you really see the Shuiyun Order in his hand, dripping with blood and revealing its true form?"
"Hmph, Situ Feixing, you can believe it if you want to, or forget it if you don't. The young master doesn't necessarily care about your small group of people now. When the young master was in the most difficult time, he didn't even want me to contact you to borrow your strength, let alone now!" Fu Changde shrank his neck, cursed, and even squinted his eyes and glanced at the man next to him with contempt. "This time, I am telling you that my son and many of our Huijiaji boys are in the team over there because of the friendship we had as colleagues back then. If you continue to want to be your bandit leader and be a coward, then go ahead and do it. No one will stop you. But if you still want to avenge the governor and your brothers back then and live like a man, you know what to do!"
After saying this, Fu Changde turned his horse's head and squeezed his legs against the horse's belly before Situ Feixing could say anything else. He then rode away. The man was left standing on the horse, motionless on the hillside like a stone sculpture, staring into the distance without moving for a long time.
It was not until dozens of sturdy riders with bows and swords on their backs, riding all black rhinoceros horses, came behind him, some of the dozens of rhinoceros horses snorted, and some used their hooves to gently step on the gravel and ice on the ground, that the man turned his horse's head and shouted in a low voice, "Go..."
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(End of this chapter)