Wang Sheng swallowed a mouthful of saliva, pointed in the direction of the city, and said in a trembling voice, "Master, there are many people here!"
Xu Fengnian, holding the red sandalwood sword box, asked with a smile, "Are you afraid?"
Wang Sheng muttered with a bitter face: "Can you not be afraid?"
Xu Feng said in a youthful voice, "This time we don't need to be pulled by the wind."
On the top of the city outside the Emperor Wudi City, densely packed with masters of the rivers and lakes, most of them have been hiding their heads and tails for many years, not only sheltering the king and the old monsters, so as to avoid the imperial court's hunting, but also knowing the dark cloud above their heads better than any people in the rivers and lakes , How thick it is, so that everyone can't see the light of day and despair. If Wang Xianzhi is not dead, people in the Jianghu will have no future. This is the biggest truth in the Jianghu in the past sixty years. As time goes by, no one thinks that the old monster will die. But Wang Xianzhi not only failed to ascend, but also lost to a young junior, and even died at the hands of this guy. This can be regarded as the most astonishing news in the history of Jianghu for a hundred years. Compared with the time when Li Chungang's wooden horse was broken by Wang Xianzhi, it is even more unimaginable.
There is no shortage of masters in the city, just pick one out and throw it into the rivers and lakes, even if the fame and nickname have not been used for many years, as long as they come back out of the rivers and lakes, those sects with good memories can still take the initiative to retreat. These genuine masters coveted the weapons on the wall more than many embroidered pillows. After Wang Xianzhi left the city, many people sneaked into Wudi City after hearing the news. Many people came to Donghai. It's too late to get out of nowhere, so naturally they all go for the magic weapons they dream of, and each of them hugs each other, thinking that they can rely on each other in the next turmoil, and they can live to get a share of the pie, instead of dying in the chaos. . Originally, as long as any of Wang Xianzhi's apprentices stayed in the city, everyone would not dare to be so impatient, but the current Wudi City is like a prosperous family that was originally prosperous, and suddenly all the men died, leaving only a big house with no one to depend on. Rely on the young and beautiful family members, fat, swallows, thin and graceful, no matter how picky a man is, as long as he breaks into the house and strikes fast enough, he can embrace a beauty. As a result, suddenly a guy was born out of nowhere and possessed all the women. Not only the wives and concubines in the clan were not let go, but even the maids were not left behind. This made the hungry men who worked so hard to lie on the wall watching the beautiful spring inside the wall, how could they bear it?
Everyone on the top of the city is ready to move and stare at it, but no one is willing to be the first bird at the beginning. This is the so-called dead friend who will never die, but they are also afraid that no one will make a move. When the guy turns around and leaves, No one has the guts to intercept it.
Finally, a man came down from the top of the wall, holding a long and narrow sword that was already out of its scabbard, with a flash of brilliance, he said in a loud voice: "King of Yanshan kills the crossbow, please enlighten me!"
Someone left the wall, and immediately there were more than a dozen prestigious masters, not to be outdone, and the voices of the registration number rose and fell one after another.
"Zhou Mu, the ink-stained sword of Fangshan County, ask for advice!"
"Jianzhou pipa player Xu Wangfeng, please enlighten me!"
"Southern Border Thousand-Handed Avalokitesvara, Fang Baigu, here!"
"Sanren Situ Hongzhu from Yandang Mountain, dare to fight!"
"Sajia is the spiritual monk of Yuzhen Mountain, and I want to ask for advice today!"
Ten or so masters, full of energy, each with louder voices.
This is only the first group of people to leave the city, and soon there will be a second group of more people jumping down from the city. Compared with the first group, these heroes are a little more reserved, and most of them are silent and silent Jump off the wall.
When the first group of masters almost ran forward with their feet on the ground, the second group was still in the air, and the third group began to file down.
Like a curtain of a waterfall pouring down, it is covered with beads of all sizes.
This shining and spectacular scene is destined to be circulated in the rivers and lakes for a long time.
Wang Sheng lowered the curtain, sat closer, and said in a low voice, "Master, many of them are famous heroes and devils, even I have heard of them."
Xu Fengnian nodded and said with a smile, "Then I'll tell you something you haven't heard before."
Xu Fengnian looked at one place, and said calmly: "Before Jiazi, the number one swordsman in the Northwest, He Baiquan with a sword and elm pod."
Slightly shifting his gaze, he continued: "Dongyue Jianchi Song Nianqing's fourth sword is Moshangcao."
Looking at the third place, "Wei Miao, the number one person in Nanzhao, once walked around the beam with an ancient spear and fought for three thousand miles in the rivers and lakes."
"Jiang Baishi peeled and pecked with a knife."
"The Dashuang long knife that has been handled by more than ten swordsmen within a hundred years."
"The two generations of Jianzhong, with their sword crowns and swords in their hands, went to the rivers and lakes to die in the rivers and lakes. First, rest assured, and then serious."
Xu Fengnian was like counting soldiers on the battlefield, and he told the origins of the names of more than a dozen weapons without any haste, and every time he reported one, a weapon would either be swiped from the carriage to hover, or would rise from the ground and float into the air.
Xu Fengnian looked around, smiled and said nothing.
Wang Sheng, who was a newborn calf, was an eye-opener today. He no longer wondered why his master could do such an unprecedented feat. If he really wanted to ask the reason, it was very simple, it was her master. Wang Sheng saw those masters of the rivers and lakes rushing towards him like a wave, and hurriedly reminded his master, "It's only ten feet away!"
Xu Feng smiled young and said: "I'm just a paper flower shelf now, but the question is, can they dismantle it at close range?"
Xu Fengnian raised his hand and clapped his hands lightly.
After the applause, not only the named famous weapons such as the elm pod, the strange grass, the big frost long knife, but also more than 20 weapons that had been silent for many years joined the team in an instant.
Every weapon is like a mysterious object, either grazing low and long, or falling around an arc, or swimming in a regular manner. It found an opponent and flew away. None of the first group of more than ten people was left behind. The rest of the weapons were not mixed, just jumped over the heads of those masters, and went to find the second group of Jianghu people behind.
Xu Fengnian no longer cared about the outcome of the battlefield, turned his head to look at the radiant black face of his apprentice, and explained the roots of martial arts in the world: "Buddhism fastens the heart ape, Taoism kills three corpses, Confucianism raises noble spirit, which is all about forging one's own body. In simple terms, a person is a battlefield. Like ordinary people who are infected with cold and have a better physique, they can survive by drinking some hot water and heal themselves. The body is weak Yes, you need medicines and other foreign things to use as reinforcements and rush to the battlefield, otherwise the body will be defeated. As for how to temper the body, there are countless methods, but in the final analysis, it is still the six-character road of flesh, muscle, bone, and spirit You understand well, except for some people who are born with supernatural powers, there is not much difference between ordinary martial arts practitioners, the difference is only one character. There is a saying in martial arts that you can see the embryo at the age of three, that is to say, you should learn martial arts early. When children are not contaminated with much dirt, it is easy to cultivate meridians and warm and nourish the orifices. This is the paradise of human beings, Lu Zu once had a saying that was passed down to the world, "Go up the mountain to visit the fairy, and the treasure mountain is in yourself." Usually when you talk about a person's talent, you are talking about the two. "
Wang Sheng was confused, but it was not difficult to understand the metaphor of meridians as roads, so he asked in a low voice: "Master, I have traveled to many places in the past few years. Generally, the official roads are tortuous and difficult to walk. Not to mention those trails, they are less labor-intensive than post roads that can only be driven by soldiers and horses. Is it because of the anger of the masters that they are quite walking on the post road?"
Xu Fengnian said happily: "That's right. The suburban roads are divided into five grades according to the law. The post road is undoubtedly the fastest to pass the news. But when you really enter the martial arts world, you will know that this matter is unreasonable. There are many people in the world. Heresy is to opportunistically take advantage of the flow of qi, and take a shortcut. The first-rank and four-level realms are taken from the invincible golden body of the Buddha's King Kong realm, and the Zhixuan realm is the Taoist real person asking for longevity. In my opinion, As far as realm is concerned, there is no difference between the two, it's just that people outside the Three Sects are used to having a strong physique first to be 'angry', and then to fight to determine the outcome, the latter is more dominant."
During the chat between the master and the apprentice, most of the first group of heroes in the rivers and lakes saw that the situation was not good and retreated. Among them, the Thousand-Handed Avalokitesvara, Fang Baigu, had hidden countless hidden weapons, and was very confident, so he took out a hidden weapon without thinking , was stripped and pecked a knife through the neck, and the strong man in southern Xinjiang staggered a dozen steps with his hands on his neck before falling to the ground and dying. A middle-aged swordsman in white was even more unlucky. When he met the Dashuang long knife, one of the top ten famous swords in the world, he turned around and ran away, but was pierced by this magic weapon that hadn't been seen in the world for decades. Back, smashed the whole heart, fell to the ground, died on the spot. On the other hand, Zhou Mu, the ink-stained sword, is the only sword master left who can compete with Feijian Yupo, but it's just a balance of power.
Wang Sheng wondered: "Master, why are masters so worthless? Each of them is similar to the fake secret book that the apprentice bought with a few taels of silver. Are you too good, Master?"
Xu Fengnian didn't answer directly, but said: "Wang Xianzhi once said that even if nine of the ten martial arts judges join forces, he is sure to fight to the death and kill all nine of them. This is Wang Xianzhi's self-confidence as the number one person in the world, It is also the spirit that one person should have when fighting against the world."
Wang Sheng said with fascination: "Master, Lin Ya, the master of boxing that my disciples worship, is also the disciple of Wang Laoxian."
Xu Fengnian hummed.
Someone on the top of the wall shouted, "Let's join forces and kill that kid together. Whoever succeeds will take away the big head! I don't believe that we can kill even one of our hundreds of people!"
Someone quickly chimed in, "Yes, call your friends in the city, hundreds of thousands of people, everyone can drown that guy with a spit!"
Wang Sheng said angrily: "Master, these people are too shameless!"
Xu Fengnian smiled, stood up, erected the red sandalwood sword case, pressed one hand on the case, raised the other hand high, and said in a deep voice, "Please."
After the death of a romantic figure like a sheepskin fur, who only comes out once every five hundred years, who cares about the wooden horse and cow that was cut in two
Then the peeling peck that was once held in Jiang Baishi's hands? The seriousness of the two generations of sword crowns in Jianzhong
The rivers and lakes forgot.
Xu Fengnian just wanted to make the world remember them again!
Please after the word.
The nine swords in the box rushed out of the box first, and lined up in the air in front of Xu Fengnian.
The weapons that had been running away from the Emperor Wu's city turned around, and the weapons in the carriage and around the carriage simultaneously burst out with their respective brilliance.
Four hundred and eighteen weapons, four hundred and eighteen auras.
Furious bullfighting.
Heaven and earth were moved.
More than 400 weapons lined up one by one.
In front of Xu Fengnian and outside Emperor Wu City.
There is a gleam.
Who can get close