When Hsu Fengnian leisurely took a step forward, the sleeves of his black and gold embroidered robe swayed lightly.
Not far away, Li Haoran, the first disciple of Qi Jiajie, who carried the famed sword "Eight Sweet Dew," and was said to be a northern sword expert with eight swords of the Finger Profound Realm, did not move at all.
The spectators on the two sides of the Demawei Courier Station couldn't help but praise Li Haoran inside. No wonder he was a young grandmaster that could establish himself in Great Peace City. Even when facing one of the four great grandmasters, Hsu Fengnian, he could still be so calm. No wonder in the mysterious jianghu of Jing, many elders and elders said that Li Haoran could reach Mister Qi's level in martial arts in less than ten years. He might have a chance to reach the top of the Sword Forest in his lifetime and see the scenery of the sword in the eyes of Li Chungang, Đồng Thái, and the others.
The layman watched the spectacle, the expert watched the skill.
The "youth" holding the blade who had regained his youth couldn't help but snort. This Li brat was not confident, he was scared silly. More accurately, he was not scared silly, but did not dare to move. Hsu Fengnian's step seemed ordinary, but it was an invitation to battle. His spirit had spread to the entire street. The targets of the invitation included the three of them, Zhao Gou, and some of the hidden people in the buildings on the two sides of the street. So the meaning of this step was very simple. Since they had come to the Demawei Courier Station, then they were all guests. The King of Beiliang was "wealthy" and could afford to entertain them. Unfortunately, Li Haoran was not among them.
Li Haoran, who was the closest to Hsu Fengnian, knew his own difficulties. He was not a master in the Xuan Finger Realm, but he could use many types of Xuan Finger Sword. His perception of Qi was quite keen. Logically speaking, when encountering a strong enemy, the "Eight Sweet Nectar" in the scabbard, which was connected to its master, should be eager to give it a try. However, not only did the long sword in the scabbard not show off its power, it was like a tortoise hiding in its shell, lifeless. It was to the extent that the man and the sword were separated from each other, as if they were separated by Yin and Yang. Li Haoran was extremely talented and had practiced the sword for many years. His path of martial arts cultivation had been smooth sailing. Whether it was the annual exchange of pointers with his master, Qi Jiajie, or when the Tangxi Sword Whiz Lu Baijie was sent to the capital to become an official, he had never encountered such a thing when he went outside the city to greet her with his sword under Qi Jiajie's instructions. At this moment, Li Haoran finally understood something. Whether it was his master, who had high hopes for him, or the Tangxi Sword Fairy, Lu Baijie, who had an extraordinary bearing, they both took pity on the junior swordsman, so they never did their best.
The crippled old man's face was solemn. He asked the Qi Refinement Grandmaster, "Other than Chai Qingshan of the Dongyue Sword Pool, are there other experts nearby?"
The Qi Refinement Grandmaster, whose strength had skyrocketed to the level of Great Celestial Phenomenon, said bitterly, "Other than the three of us, I only sensed six other auras from the King of Beiliang. Four of them were in this inn, while the other two were not here. It's similar to you. Other than Chai Qingshan, I don't know the identities of the other five people. If not for the Hsu Fengnian's invitation to battle in such a manner, I wouldn't have discovered their existence earlier. "
The crippled old man frowned and said, "All the Master and Senior Grandmasters in the capital have already approached the palace and the Imperial Astronomer. It's still reasonable that the old master of the Wu family's Sword Tomb came to watch the battle today because he's living in seclusion in the city. But who are those five people?"
At this point, the crippled old man couldn't help but look around. His face was full of disbelief. He sighed and said, "A total of five people! Five Great Grandmasters who are difficult to distinguish between friend and foe?! If one or two of them were to fight, wouldn't the capital be in a mess? "
Suddenly, the crippled old man and the number one Qi Refinement Grandmaster in the north looked at each other. They could see the intense fear in each other's eyes.
At the same time, they thought of a terrifying possibility. What if one of the five people was Cao Changqing, and what if the arrival of the Great Guanzi was a tacit agreement between the Beiliang and West Chu, and the other three chose to watch from the sidelines?
Originally, with the strong foundation of Great peace City, in these 20 years, other than the Martial Emperor City, Wang Xianzhi might not have been able to stop it. Even Cao Changqing would not have been able to do as he wished. Although Han Shengxuan, Master Liu Hao, and Qi Jiajie were no longer here, this meant that the Palace City, the Imperial City, the Inner City, and the Outer City of the four cities of Great peace City, except for the crippled old man who was responsible for guarding the Outer City as usual, had all lost their most important people guarding the city. However, the Great Grandmaster of the Wu family's Sword Tomb, Wu Jian, could be said to have replaced Master Liu Hao. Together with the concealment talisman matrix strengthened by generations of Taoist Masters of Longhu Mountain, and the Saint Zhang of the Yansheng Gong Fu carefully created with the help of the two scholars Yuan Benxi and Xie Guanying, Zhao Gou dared to guarantee the Emperor that if the new Martial Emperor Hsu Fengnian entered the Palace alone, he would only be able to enter and not leave. However, at that time, how many people would be affected, whether it would be one thousand, two thousand, or more? Zhao Gou didn't dare to pat his chest.
However, when Hsu Fengnian had an additional Great Grandmaster of the same realm beside him, and the northern Qi cultivators in Great peace City were all dead or injured, the two matrices were weakened a lot. If Wu Jian of the Wu family's Sword Tomb was not willing to fight to the death to stop them, the consequences would be unimaginable.
The young man with the saber stretched out his hand to hold the handle of the short saber on his back and sneered, "What can you do? Whatever! This time, I will take the lead! "
When the crippled old man was about to say something, the young man with the appearance of Zhao Gou had already started to rush forward. He was not in a hurry to unsheathe his saber. He leaned his body forward and ran forward. Every step was like a dragonfly skimming the water, extremely light and agile.
Nobody knew when the young lord in the eye-catching python robe had already stood beside Li Haoran who had been "as still as a mountain". They stood side by side. One of them faced the street, the other faced the gate of the Mawei Post House.
In the blink of an eye, everyone only felt a forced daze. They found that the nameless young man with the saber seemed to be stupidly standing in front of the young lord. He still maintained the posture of holding the saber, and the blade was only half unsheathed.
The spectators, who were looking forward to a genuine peak battle, were completely baffled.
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