Wang Sheng swallowed his saliva and pointed in the direction of the city wall. He said with a trembling voice, "Master, there are so many people here!"
Hsu Fengnian, who was hugging the red sandalwood sword box, asked with a smile, "Are you scared?"
Wang Sheng muttered with a bitter face, "How can I not be scared?"
Hsu Fengnian said softly, "This time, we don't have to run away in a hurry."
Outside Martial Emperor City, the city wall was packed with Jianghu masters. Most of them had been hiding for many years. They were sheltering Old Monster Wang to avoid being hunted by the imperial court. At the same time, they knew better than any other Jianghu people how heavy the dark cloud above their heads was. It made them unable to see the sun and despair. If Wang Xianzhi didn't die, the Jianghu people wouldn't be able to rise again. This was the biggest principle of the Jianghu for the past sixty years. As time passed, no one thought that the old monster would die. However, not only did Wang Xianzhi fail to ascend, he was defeated by a young junior and even died in the hands of this guy. This was the most shocking news in the Jianghu in the past hundred years. It was even more unbelievable than when Li Chungang's wooden horse and ox were broken by Wang Xianzhi.
There was no lack of experts on the city wall. If any of them were to be thrown into the Jianghu, even if they hadn't used their name for many years, as long as they returned to the Jianghu, those sects with good memories would take the initiative to avoid them. These genuine experts coveted the weapons on the wall even more than those embroidered pillows. After Wang Xianzhi left the city, many people heard the news and secretly snuck into the Martial Emperor City. When the news of Wang Xianzhi's death spread throughout the world overnight, more people rushed to the Eastern Sea. No one would wake up early if there were no benefits. Naturally, they were after the divine weapons of their dreams. They formed their own groups and wanted to rely on each other in the upcoming turmoil. They wanted to live and get a share of the loot instead of dying in the chaotic battle. Originally, as long as any of Wang Xianzhi's disciples remained in the city, no one would dare to be so impatient. However, the current Martial Emperor City was like a flourishing clan that suddenly lost all its males. All that was left was a house full of helpless young beauties. They were of different shapes and sizes. No matter how picky a man was, as long as he barged into the house and acted fast enough, he would be able to win over the beauties. In the end, a guy suddenly appeared out of nowhere and took all the women. Not only did he not let go of the family's wives and concubines, he did not even leave behind a single servant girl. How could the hungry men who were painstakingly leaning on the wall to look at the beautiful spring scenery behind the wall endure this?
Everyone on the city wall was ready to make a move, eyeing covetously. However, no one was willing to take the lead in the beginning. This was what it meant to sacrifice one's friends rather than oneself. However, they were afraid that no one would make a move. By the time that guy turned around and left, no one had the courage to stop him.
Finally, a man jumped down from the city wall with an unsheathed long and narrow saber in his hand. With a resplendent radiance, he shouted, "Yan Mountain's King of Killing Crossbow, please enlighten me!"
Once someone left the city wall, more than a dozen famous experts were not willing to be left behind. For a moment, the voices of people announcing themselves rose and fell one after another.
"Fangshan County's Ink Sword Zhou Mu, please enlighten me!"
"Jian Province's Pipa Player Xu Wangfeng, please enlighten me!"
"Southern Border's Thousand Hand Guanyin Fang Baigu, here!"
"Yandang Mountain's Unfettered Cultivator Situ Hongzhu, may I be so bold as to ask for a fight!"
"I am Mount Yulong's Monk Ling Miao, I would like to ask for advice today!"
More than a dozen experts were full of energy, each with a louder voice than the other.
This was only the first group that left the city. Soon, a second group with even more people jumped down from the city wall. Compared to the first group, these men were more reserved. Most of them jumped down from the city wall without making a sound.
When the first group of experts almost touched the ground and ran forward, the second group was still in the air, but the third group began to jump down in a single file.
It was like a curtain of a cascading waterfall, decorated with large and small pearls.
This dazzling and magnificent scene was destined to be passed down in Jianghu for a long time.
Wang Sheng put down the curtain and sat closer. He said in a low voice, "Master, many of them are famous heroes and devils. Even I have heard of them."
Hsu Fengnian nodded and smiled, "Then I will tell you some you haven't heard of."
Hsu Fengnian looked in one direction and calmly said, "Sixty years ago, the Northwest's Number One Swordsman, He Baiquan's Sword Elm Pod."
His gaze shifted slightly and he continued, "Dongyue Sword Pool's Song Nianqing's Fourth Sword, Mo Shangcao."
He looked in the third direction, "Nanzhao's Number One Wei Miao once wielded the ancient spear, Dragon Winding Beam, to fight in Jianghu for three thousand li."
"Jiang Baishi's Sword Peeling Peck."
"Over a hundred years, the Great Frost Sword that was used by more than a dozen swordsmen."
"Two generations of swordsmen of the Sword Tomb carried their swords in Jianghu and died in Jianghu. Don't worry first, then get serious."
Hsu Fengnian calmly said the names and origins of more than a dozen weapons as if he were counting soldiers on the battlefield. Every time he said one, a weapon would either fly out of the carriage or rise from the ground.
Hsu Fengnian looked around and smiled without saying anything.
Today was an eye-opener for the newborn calf Wang Sheng. He no longer wondered why his master could do such an unprecedented feat. If he really wanted a reason, it was very simple: it was his master. Wang Sheng looked at the Jianghu masters rushing over like a tide and quickly reminded his master, "They are only a hundred feet away!"
Hsu Fengnian chuckled and said, "I am now a paper frame. But the question is, can they get close enough to dismantle me?"
Hsu Fengnian raised his hand and clapped lightly.
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