In the past few days, martial arts masters have been rushing to the South China Sea. They have all received news that the rebellion in Yingzhou has been completely quelled, and those uninvited guests with strong martial arts skills and ruthless personalities will leave the South China Sea in a few days, but before they leave, there is still a battle. This battle will be between Su Baiyi, the disciple of the academy who defeated the Lord of Yingzhou, and Bai Jile, the former owner of Fusheng Zuimeng Tower.
"The letter says that Bai Jile absorbed Lu Xuanshui's power." A carriage from the academy was rushing towards the South China Sea without stopping. Helian Xiyue and Xie Kanhua were sitting in it. On that day, the two of them joined forces to attack Bai Jile, but he also absorbed all their internal strength. The two of them had a deep understanding of the terribleness of Bai Jile's kung fu and scheming, so after reading the letter, Xie Kanhua immediately pulled Helian Xiyue to the South China Sea.
Helian Xiyue lazily sat on the specially made copper chair: "Absorbing the power, only one out of ten will remain, no worries."
Xie Kanhua sighed softly, "I'm not worried that Bai Yi can't beat Bai Jile. After all, according to what the letter said, Bai Yi's skills are almost the same as Su Han's back then. But since Bai Jile is willing to agree to this duel, there must be something fishy going on."
"Whoa..." Li Kui pulled the reins and stopped the carriage.
"What's wrong?" Xie Kanhua asked.
Li Kui looked warily at the young man who suddenly appeared in front of him: "Who are you?"
The man was leaning against a big tree beside the road. He just saw the carriage coming and casually swung his sword into the middle of the road, blocking their way. The man yawned lazily and said with a smile, "My two hosts, long time no see. I hope you are well."
Helian Xiyue was stunned: "Is it him?"
Xie Kanhua frowned slightly: "Who?" He lifted the curtain of the carriage and looked at the young man.
"The last time I met Master Xie was probably more than ten years ago. I was still a child back then, so it was normal that you didn't recognize me." The young man smiled and said, "I am Ning Tianhe."
"Ning Tianhe?" Xie Kanhua's expression changed slightly. "Ning Qingcheng's disciple."
"Yes, now the people in the martial arts world still remember me as Ning Qingcheng's disciple." Ning Tianhe stepped on the carriage and said, "I also want to go to the South China Sea to watch the peerless battle. I would like to go with the two owners. Is that possible?"
"Then let's go together." Xie Kanhua didn't sense any hostility from Ning Tianhe, so he nodded.
"Do you two know what martial arts Master Bai is best at?" Ning Tianhe suddenly asked as he sat in the carriage.
"Immortal pointing the way?" Xie Kanhua asked in confusion, "A single finger can destroy all the internal forces in the world. This is a martial art that everyone fears."
Ning Tianhe smiled and said, "The Immortal's Guidance is indeed powerful, but the most powerful thing about Master Bai is his swordsmanship."
“Swordsmanship?” Xie Kanhua’s pupils shrank slightly. “That day, Xiyue and I fought him in Shanglin Palace. He did use a sword, but I always thought that he just used a trick to hide it. I didn’t think that his swordsmanship was even better than the martial arts in the Immortal Book.”
"When I was young, I accidentally broke into the backyard of Master Bai, and I found dozens of broken swords in the yard." Ning Tianhe said slowly.
Helian Xiyue asked: "Why did the sword break?"
"I have seen the broken end of a sword. It doesn't look like it was cut by a chopped sword, because if it was cut by other weapons, the cut would have been sharp and it couldn't be smooth. Later, I left and didn't tell anyone about it, but I have never forgotten it. I often wondered what could have caused such a cut." Ning Tianhe looked up and fell into his memories. "Until one winter, I saw an icicle on the eaves suddenly break in half and fall from above, and then I suddenly realized it. Only the extremely cold sword energy can make a long sword so fragile that it can be broken into two pieces with a slight bend, and the broken edge will be extremely smooth."
Xie Kanhua and Helian Xiyue looked at each other: "Tian Ning Sword Technique?"
On the coast of the South China Sea, two more days passed.
Su Baiyi finally walked out of the tent. When the disciples from various sects who were passing by saw him, they all bowed deeply to show their respect. Su Baiyi was a little embarrassed and didn't know how to deal with it for a moment.
"When you take charge of the Su family and revive Shanglin Palace, more and more people will look at you like this." Zhou Zheng walked to his side and saw Su Baiyi's embarrassment.
"I don't want to be in charge of the Su family, and I have no interest in Lin Tian Palace." Su Baiyi scratched his head.
"Oh?" Zhou Zheng was a little surprised. "You are Su Han's son. When Su Han was alive, he pushed Shanglin Palace to its peak. Now that the enemy has been eliminated, don't you want to take control of Shanglin Palace again?"
"Mr. Zhou has written so many novels and novels. Hasn't he ever written a character like that? He doesn't want to be a hero, doesn't want to work too hard, but just wants to live in an ordinary village, marry a woman he likes, find an ordinary job, and live a lazy life?" Su Baiyi asked.
Zhou Zheng thought for a moment and smiled, "I have read a book in which there is such a character. When he was a child, he said something similar to you. When he grew up, he became the deputy leader of the world's largest sect and married the most beautiful woman in another sect. So I always felt that the person who could say such a thing was really not simple."
Su Baiyi curled his lips helplessly: "But I really don't want to go to Weilong Mountain. When I think of so many people in my tribe waiting for me to revive the glory of my fathers, I feel very tired. I want to be free and live my own life."
"You touched my heart." Feng Zuojun rushed over as soon as he heard that Su Baiyi had come out of seclusion. "Xie Yuling and I have discussed it. How about the three of us open a sect in the future?"
"You've discussed it with me, how come I don't know about it?" Xie Yuling stepped forward and asked.
"Now you know." Feng Zuojun put his arm around Su Baiyi's shoulders and said, "I've thought of a name. The three of us are free and easy and don't want to be bound by anything. How about calling it Xiaoyao Yufeng Sect?"
"This name is so long..." Su Baiyi said helplessly.
"I think it's good." Nangong Xier also walked out of the tent.
"The longer the name, the more powerful the sect! I think it's a good one too!" Su Baiyi immediately changed his words.
Nangong Xier smiled slightly: "But why am I not among the people who founded this sect?"
Feng Zuojun quickly knelt on one knee, clasped his fists and said, "Greetings, Sect Master!"
Nangong Xier smiled and patted Feng Zuojun on the head: "There's still a big battle to fight next, are you in such a hurry to set up your own company?"
"Don't think about it, Su Baiyi will definitely win." Feng Zuojun patted Su Baiyi on the shoulder, "Don't you think so?"
Su Baiyi said slowly: "I may not win, but Bai Jile will definitely lose."
"Are we going to die together again?" Nangong Xier frowned.