When Xu Fengnian leisurely took a step forward, the large sleeves of his black gold python robe swayed lightly.
Not far away, Li Haoran, the first disciple of Qi Jiajie, who wears the famous sword "Eight Ganlu" and claims to have the Eight Swords of the Profound Realm, is a master of the Northland Kendo, still motionless.
The spectators upstairs and downstairs on both sides of the Xiamawei post house couldn't help admiring Li Haoran silently in their hearts. He is indeed a young master who can gain a firm foothold in Tai'an City, even when facing one of the four great masters in the world. Xu Fengnian can still be so calm and breezy. No wonder in the unfathomable arena of the capital, many elders have threatened that Li Haoran will be able to match Mr. Qi Da's level of martial arts within ten years, and may not have the opportunity to reach the top of the sword forest in his lifetime. Let's go and see Li Chungang and Deng Tai'a The scenery of kendo in the eyes of few people.
Laymen watch the excitement, while experts watch the doorway.
The rejuvenated Hengdao "young man" couldn't help but sneered, this kid surnamed Li was not so confident, he was simply frightened. To be precise, it wasn't that he was scared, but that he didn't dare to move. Xu Fengnian's step seemed unremarkable, but it was an invitation to fight. His spirit had already spread to the entire street. The objects of the invitation were Zhao Gou, the three of them, and some deep-rooted people in the buildings on both sides of the street. Hidden characters. So the meaning of this step is very simple. Since we have arrived at the Xiamawei Posthouse, the visitor is a guest, and he, the king of Beiliang, has a "big family and a great business" and can afford to entertain him. It's a pity that Li Haoran is not in this list.
Li Haoran, who is the closest to Xu Fengnian, knows that he is not among the masters of the finger-xuan realm, but he can use the multi-style finger-xuan sword. The "eight nectar" in the sheath should be eager to try and tremble, but the long sword in the sheath not only did not demonstrate for this, but turned into a turtle with its head shrunken, lifeless, so that the human sword was centrifugal, as if Yin and Yang were separated. Li Haoran is very talented. He has practiced swordsmanship for many years, and his martial arts practice has been smooth sailing. Whether it is the annual consultation with his master Qi Jiajie, or the Tangxi sword fairy Lu Baijie who was ordered to enter Beijing as an official. Greetings, never encountered such a thing. At this moment, Li Haoran understood a truth, whether it was the master who had high hopes for him, or the Tangxi Sword Immortal Lu Baijie who had an extraordinary bearing, they were pitying the younger generation of swordsmen, so they never did their best.
The lame old man looked heavy, and asked the Qi trainer master: "Aside from Chai Qingshan from Dongyue Jianchi, are there other masters nearby?"
Everyone who practiced Qi, whose strength has soared to the level of Tianxiang, said bitterly: "Except for the three of us, I only noticed that the King of Beiliang was distracted by six auras, four of which are in this posthouse restaurant, and the other two are not here. .It’s just similar to you, except for Chai Qingshan, I don’t know the identities of those five people. Even if Xu Fengnian hadn’t invited the battle in this way, I wouldn’t have discovered their existence before.”
The lame old man frowned and said, "All the great and small grandmasters in the capital have moved closer to the Imperial Palace and Qin Tianjian before. It is reasonable to say that the old Patriarch of the Wu Family Sword Tomb came down to watch the battle today because he lived in seclusion in the city. Among them, but who are those five people?"
Speaking of this, the crippled old man couldn't help but look around, with a look of incredulity on his face, and said with emotion: "A total of five people! Five great masters who are indistinguishable from each other?! Just one or two fighting, this capital is still going crazy? "
Suddenly, the crippled old man and the number one Qi trainer in the North looked at each other, and they both saw panic in each other's eyes.
At the same time, they thought of a terrible possibility, if there happened to be one Cao Changqing among the five people, and if the arrival of the big official was a tacit understanding formed by Northern Liang and Western Chu, and if the other three chose to stand on the sidelines
Originally, the strong background of Tai'an City, in the past twenty years, except for Emperor Wucheng Wang Xianzhi may not be able to stop it, even Cao Changqing can't get what he wanted. Although the three of Han Shengxuanliu Haoshi Qi Jiajie are no longer here, it means that the palace city, imperial city, inner city and outer city in the four cities of Tai'an City, except for the lame old man who is in charge of guarding the outer city as always, have lost their vital importance. The person who sits guarding the city, but Wu Jian, the great master of swordsmanship in the Wu family's sword tomb, can be regarded as the replacement of Master Liuhao. In addition, the hidden talisman array blessed by generations of celestial masters in Longhu Mountain, and the sage Zhang's family in Yanshenggong's mansion With the help of two scholars, Yuan Benxi and Xie Guanying, Zhao Gou dared to assure the emperor that as long as the new emperor Xu Fengnian enters the palace alone, he will have a dismal ending in which he can only enter but cannot exit. How much, one thousand or two thousand, or more, Zhao Gou didn't dare to pat his chest.
But when Xu Fengnian had another great master of similar realm around him, and the Qi practitioners in the Northland in Tai'an City were killed and injured, the two big formations were weakened a lot. Once Wu Jian from the Wu Family Sword Tomb refused to use all his strength to stop it, the consequences would be disastrous .
The boy with the horizontal knife stretched out his hand to hold the handle of the short knife behind his back, and said with a sneer, "I don't care what mother-in-law and mother can do! In this fight, I will take the lead!"
Just as the crippled old man was about to say something, Zhao Gou, the handsome young man, had already started to charge forward. He was not in a hurry to draw his sword out of its sheath, and leaned forward.
At some point, the young vassal king in the python robe stood beside Li Haoran who had always been "immovable like a mountain", shoulder to shoulder, one facing the street and the other facing the gate of Xiamawei Posthouse.
In the blink of an eye, everyone felt compelled to shake their heads, and found that the unknown boy with a horizontal knife stood in front of the young prince like a fool, still maintaining the posture of holding the knife, the blade was only half out of the sheath.
The spectators and officials who were looking forward to a real peak battle were completely confused.
Not long ago, that bastard named Wu Laifu pulled out a whole knife at the King of Beiliang, and when it came to you, he rushed forward like a dog. In front of him, suddenly there is no movement
You said that you are a person with a handle in your crotch, and you are not a group of heroines and fairies who yearn for the King of Beiliang in the rivers and lakes, so why are you just dumbfounded there
Both sides of the street suddenly booed and booed to death.
Except for the lame old man and the Qi trainer master, those who can see the depth of the door do not go to the window to join in the fun. As for the heroic men and women who snatch the geomantic treasure and want to see it quickly, what they want to see is the kind of earth-shattering Wonderful tricks, pay attention to how one can shake the world and cry ghosts and gods.
Almost no one noticed that the handsome young man's hand holding the knife was already bloody and bloody, especially the palm that was close to the handle of the knife, with bones visible.
The sleeve of the arm holding the knife was even more fragmented.
Head Zhao Gou, who was face to face with the young feudal lord, had blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, his face was ferocious, and he was full of disbelief and unwillingness.
The Li Haoran next to the two of them who said "If the enemy does not move, I will not move, and if the enemy has moved, I will still not move" was sweating profusely, only to hear the King of Beiliang smile and say to the man: "I know you have hidden trump cards, but the reason why you are alive now …”
The head of Zhao Gou, who is "not to be judged by his appearance", immediately took off all his disguise. At this moment, he looked down in a daze.
A small half of a slightly slender arm pierced through the chest.
The arm is slowly withdrawn.
The murderous giant Zhao Gou turned his head with difficulty, only to see an old sable hat, a delicate face, and a girl eating half a scallion pancake.
There is no mistake in killing people and eating cakes.
He knows her.
There is a vague record in Zhao Gounei's top-secret file that outside Xiangfan City in Qingzhou, she killed the assassin of the Eleventh Wang Mingyin in the world.
He was a lunatic who had prevented Wang Xianzhi from entering the cold by himself several times.
Killers die by killers.
Xu Fengnian casually stretched out his hand to push the corpse away, saw the sable hat that was a little too big to hide his brows and eyes, lifted it for her, and then pressed it lightly.
Xu Fengnian smiled and said: "If you are really worried, then stand behind me without making a move. Well, just go a little further away."
She didn't speak, and walked ten steps behind Xu Fengnian with a straight face.
Xu Fengnian turned his head and looked at the girl helplessly.
Reluctantly, she darted towards the pagoda tree outside the post house, sat on a branch, and rubbed her arm against the branch.
Xu Fengnian exhaled lightly, looked into the distance, and said loudly: "Cao Changqing, Chen Zhibao, Deng Tai'a, Xuanyuan Qingfeng, which one of you will come first?"
It can be heard in half the city.
Li Haoran swallowed his saliva, and asked cautiously: "My lord, why don't I give way?"
Xu Fengnian smiled and said, "It's okay, you just need to stand behind me."
The lame old man said in a deep voice, "We can go."
The master Qi practitioner was a little regretful and nodded.
The two disappeared in a flash.
They can't afford to wade through this muddy water, and there are only a handful of people in the world who can afford it.
That Zhao Gou's colleague from before kept his saber out of its sheath meant that Xu Fengnian had told them the cruel truth, under the sky, it was just a move.
The master Qi practitioner does not want to risk his life to prove that "under the gods on land, it is also a move".
…
The green-clothed Confucian scholar in a certain restaurant smiled and just poured himself a glass of wine.
The white-clothed man across the street frowned, and a white-faced, beardless man sitting at the table next to him hesitated to speak.
The purple-clothed woman at the head of Tai'an City hesitated for a moment, then flew over the roof like walking on flat ground.
From the south of the city to the posthouse in Xiamawei, there was thunder on the ground. Song Tinglu, a boy from Dongyue Jianchi, blushed and said angrily: "Master, this guy is too arrogant, why can't you be considered Master?!"
The girl with multiple long swords on her back covered her mouth and smiled coquettishly.
The elbow is turned outward.
Chai Qingshan said melancholy: "Since Master has never used sword in Wudang Fushu Town, then he will not be qualified to use sword to him in this life. There is nothing to be angry about. Ting Lu, if you feel unworthy for Master, then use your heart." Practice swords, don't fish for three days and spend two days drying nets, martial arts, talent alone can't last a lifetime."
The girl made a grimace when she fell down.
The boy snorted coldly.
The old Patriarch of Wu's Jianzhong at the window of the inn scolded with a smile: "This kid!"
An old man in the house reminded in a shrill voice: "Don't forget your duty."
This person was the eunuch Bingbi who was the supervisor of ceremonies who announced the decree to the king of Beiliang at that time.
Wu Jian didn't turn around, and restrained his smile, "Oh?"
The eunuch Bingbi who was not wearing the big red python robe subconsciously took a step back.
Wu Jian's tone was indifferent, "The old man and the king of Shu came to watch the battle this time, just to ensure that Cao Changqing will not take the opportunity to go to the palace, so you don't want to push yourself."
…
The north-south royal street is strictly graded. A man leading a donkey who could only walk honestly on the outermost royal road saw a young swordsman trotting fast and shouted, "Young man, can you borrow your sword?" One use?"
The young man who was rushing to Xiamawei Station to watch the battle said impatiently, "Why?!"
The middle-aged man made a bargaining tone: "I am Mrs. Deng?"
The young hero was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "Fuck you! Are you Deng Tai? Do you really think you are the Peach Blossom Sword God if you lead the donkey? I am still the King of Beiliang! Buddy, how about we Did the two have a fight here?"
The man leading the donkey sighed, "Young people nowadays."
The young man stared and said, "Why? Are you not convinced?!"
The man patted the old donkey's back, "Old man, wait a minute, I'll go back as soon as I go. Me, I will use this sword to say hello to Cao Changqing, as if I were saying goodbye to him."
In an instant, on the straight line from the south gate of Tai'an City to the Xiamawei Posthouse, as long as there are swordsmen with swords, no matter men, women, young or old, whether they have swords on their backs, whether their swords are long or short.
Thousands of people stood beside an inconspicuous middle-aged man, holding the swords that they didn't know when to unsheath them.
Cao Changqing finally put down his wine glass and stood up.
…
A purple rainbow went straight to the Xiamawei Posthouse and crashed into Xu Fengnian.
It seems to be immortal.