Hsu Fengnian walked to the side of the Tortoise Carrying Tablet at the peak of the mountain and exhaled. Next, it was not as simple as a mental journey. He was going to take a look at the Spring and Autumn Period. As for whether he would see the battle at the Western Wall, the ten years of defense at Xiang Fan City, or Li Chungang's Sword Qi Rolling Dragon Wall in the Western Shu Imperial Palace, nothing was certain. Anyway, it was a last-minute effort, so he would see as much as he could. If Wang Xianzhi rushed too quickly on the East-West Front, with Hsu Fengnian's current realm, which was higher than Number Six in the World, he would definitely die. Huang Sanjia had purposely placed Xu Fengnian in this mediocre position during the martial arts evaluation. His original intention was for Xu Fengnian to die a little later so that Xu Fengnian could replenish his realm of fate and save Lady Hehe according to the agreement. By then, whether Xu Fengnian lived or died, it would have nothing to do with Huang Longshi. In the world, Huang Sanjia was definitely not the most fair when it came to doing business, but he was definitely an old turtle that did not want to lose out.
Hsu Fengnian pressed down on the back of the tortoise and closed his eyes. "Eight hundred years ago, there was the Great Qin. Four hundred years ago, the Great Feng Dynasty only had one less Great Feng than the Great Qin. Are you waiting for me? "
The eight-hundred-mile-long Spring God Lake was like a huge turtle slowly rising to the surface of the water.
In Great Peace City, the Golden Body Statue of the Zhenwu Great Emperor holding the Shentu Talisman Sword also started to shake.
Hsu Fengnian stretched out a finger and wiped his eyebrows.
The current situation was far more than just an emergency.
Since that was the case, he could only do extraordinary things in extraordinary times.
Hsu Fengnian burped and spat out a mouthful of purple-gold fog.
He learned from the Beimang Grand Tutor Yuan Qingshan, holding a Hsu Fengnian in each hand and going to the Spring and Autumn Period together.
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The departure of Wang Xianzhi from Martial Emperor City quickly set off a huge commotion in the Wulin world. However, by the time this perilous wave was rolling up and down in the Jianghu, a snow-haired old man in hemp clothing and hemp shoes had already passed through more than half of the old West Chu's territory and arrived at the thickest section of the Guangling River on a ferry. The tall and sturdy old man stood at the bow of the ferry. Although he was eye-catching, there were countless experts who could roam the Jianghu. The old man was only slightly taller and stronger, and he did not have a weapon with him, so he could not be considered as shocking. Some of the Jianghu people who were good at currying favor did not try to worm their way into the old man's acquaintance. After all, it was always beneficial to support each other outside. However, after a few of them tried to strike up a conversation, they did not receive any response. In the end, they gave up resentfully and silently cursed the old man for putting on airs as an expert.
The hemp clothed old man stood quietly at the bow of the boat, gazing at the river in the distance. The aura around his body suddenly condensed, and the vast river wind that was blowing against the sails seemed to stop. The large two-story ferry was like a leaf floating on the river for no reason at all, and it spun around on the river.
Everyone was shocked and at a loss as they looked around. There had always been a rumor in the streets that there was a flood dragon on the Guangling River. Ancestor Lu had once killed it with his flying sword. Later on, Li Chungang in green had also performed a similar feat when he crossed the river with his flying sword.
A hundred zhang ahead, there was a motionless lone boat.
A woman stood proudly.
Her purple robe fluttered in the wind.
Purple Robe Blocking the River.
With the release of the new martial arts evaluation, the entire Jianghu was guessing why the Tide-listening Pavilion's Nangong Pushe was only one level away, and why the Great Snow Plateau's Purple Robe was only one level away.
Only the old people who were familiar with the wars of the Spring and Autumn Period would know that on either side of this lone boat and the Purple Robe, there were two huge ruins made of stone. They were twenty zhang tall and erected on either side of the river were two iron pillars that were now covered in rust. The stone pillars faced each other and were originally built in the Da Feng dynasty. They had once successfully blocked the southern invasion of the barbarians from the north. They only needed to pull up a few iron chains to seal off the Guangling River. Most of the iron chains were slightly hidden under the water and would only surface during the dry season. Later on, the West Chu general guarding the river rebelled and personally burned off the iron chains. Only then did the tragic story of the iron chains sinking into the river. It was said that when the people of the Da Chu behind the Western Wall heard the grievous news, they wept endlessly. Later on, there was no lack of fishermen who were familiar with the water. After receiving a huge reward from some survivors of the Spring and Autumn Period, they wanted to explore the bottom of the river and search for the iron chains. Unfortunately, they did not succeed. Those survivors could only throw down the money and return in distress. Later on, the Liyang imperial court became more stable and the world became more peaceful. There were fewer and fewer such fools. In the past few years, no one cared whether or not the iron chains at the bottom of the Guangling River were really there or not.
The old man at the front of the ferry was somewhat surprised. It was reasonable for people to block the way, but he did not expect that she would be the first.
That woman already had the two prominent identities of the Wulin Alliance Master and the Bull Descendant Xuanyuan Family Master, but she did not care about her life. After he abandoned the city, he was not as easy to talk to as he was in the Martial Emperor City. In the past, he cherished each and every talent in the Wulin Alliance, not because he, Wang Xianzhi, had a Bodhisattva's heart and compassion for everyone, but because he hoped that these people could reach the top of the Martial Dao, and that there would be a martial artist who could stand side by side with him in the end. Now that he had left the city and the Eastern Sea, his goal was very clear. He only wanted to find the King of Beiliang. The others were not in his eyes at all. If they came to pick a fight in front of him and acted recklessly, he would not mind killing them one by one. It would be good to pave the way for his last battle in the world.
Wang Xianzhi raised his head and looked at the sky. After the world, there was only the sky.
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