The toad face was full of resentment as he walked towards the table of the elders with the woman whose thin lips left a deep impression. Just then, a table near the official road was about to pay and leave. The man and woman sat down and ordered two bowls of Calming Soup.
The woman with the saber lowered her voice and said, "The woman who is good at retaining her youthful looks is Lu Jiejun, the leader of the Misty Peak of the Huainan Sect. She is a second-grade grandmaster. I don't know why she has a deep relationship with the Qi cultivators of the Northern Sect. She has two kinds of Mysterious Finger supernatural powers. Now she is on good terms with the Great Snow Plateau of Mount Hui and has a good relationship with the Ministry of Justice of Li Yang. The man who spoke just now was called Feng Zongxi. According to the spy report of the Fu Shui Chamber, this person was once defeated by the fist master Ya of the Martial Emperor City during the last years of Yonghui. They fought for more than forty rounds. The people of Liyang Jianghu called him the Divine Fist of the Central Plains. He was ranked alongside Fairy Fei Chan, Lu Jiejun, and the Purple Sandalwood Monk as one of the sixteen Rogue Immortals. As for the man with the spear bag, judging from his luggage and his accompanying disciples, he is most likely one of the Twelve Chiefs of Auspicious Talisman, Li Zhonghou. He is also one of the Four Sages. The Whisk Chamber did not have any records on him. He is a newly emerged martial artist of the Central Plains. Among the three of them, only Li Zhonghou is considered to be capable. "
The man at the same table was none other than Xu Fengnian, who had escorted Bai Yu out of Qingcang City in Liuzhou to Liuxia Town. Mr. White Lotus and the white-robed monk of Liangchan Temple, Li Dangxin, had once sparred in the decennial debate between Buddhism and Taoism on Mount Longhu. Moreover, he had just received news that his good friend, Qi Xianxia, had already joined forces with Chai Qingshan of Dongyue Sword Pool. Therefore, no one wanted to miss this Wudang debate. Xu Fengnian, who had his back to the table, nodded and said softly, "Although he is much weaker than Xu Yanbing, his cultivation should be about the same as Han Laoshan's. His methods are also the same. Both of them are bold and powerful. Moreover, great talents mature late. He has the chance to become a great grandmaster like Spear Immortal Wang Xiu. If you fight with him, your chances of winning are not high."
The woman who became the manager of the Second Branch of the Whisk Chamber with Mi Fengjie said indifferently, "I only know that I can definitely kill him."
Hsu Fengnian could not help but laugh. "What's there to be proud of? It's a loss of life in exchange for a life."
Fan Xiaochai remained silent.
Hsu Fengnian glanced at the young man in green who occupied a table not far away. "Is there no record of this person in Fu Shui Room?"
Fan Xiaochai was taken aback. He shook his head and said, "No."
Xu Fengnian explained, "Great Peace City's Qi Jiajie and Northern Mang's Sword Qi were close to Huang Qing, and there was also Martial Emperor City's Lou Huang, who gave up Dao to seek skills. When they met a mortal enemy who was on par with them, they were all covered with Sword Qi. Most of the swordsmen in the world were like this. Their Sword Qi was far more important than their Sword Will. Even if they did not show it after returning to their original state, once they made a move, they would be able to see everything clearly. Only a very few swordsmen were born with high spirits, which is the so-called natural sword embryo. For such a rare genius, as long as they were enlightened and had a little luck, they could often achieve the achievement of a Sword Immortal on the land.
Fan Xiaochai looked at the ordinary-looking young man out of the corner of his eye and frowned. "Him too?"
Hsu Fengnian nodded. "So many grandmasters of the sword have left over the years. Naturally, someone will rise. For example, if Gu Jiantang and Lu Xuanlang of Nanjiang suddenly die, it will take about five or six years for someone to amaze the world. "
Fan Xiaochai's expression was strange. He glanced at the young King who still had a cold saber hanging from his waist.
If you, the great grandmaster of saber wielding, died, who would you bring that torrential Guangling River's blessing and grace to?
Would it be Wang Sheng, Yu Dilong, and Lu Yunzhang, the three disciples?
Or the woman surnamed Jiang who was also a sword embryo? Would it help her become an Earth Immortal?
Hsu Fengnian, who had guessed her thoughts, glared at her fiercely.
Fan Xiaochai drank tea with one hand while the other hand under the table rubbed the hilt of the saber.
Her slender hand, which had never done any household chores, was now holding the Killing Blood Saber.
Fan Xiaochai suddenly asked, "Are you really not going to climb the mountain?"
Hsu Fengnian, who had a slightly strange expression, shook his head. "I'll pass. But if you want to join in the fun, you don't have to follow me to North Resisting City. I'll help you talk to Chu Lushan. I think you might as well go to Mount Wudang. After all, such a grand occasion may not be seen again in the future. "
Fan Xiaochai laughed. "No matter how high Mount Wudang is, it's higher than you."
Hsu Fengnian rolled his eyes. "No matter how much you flatter me, it's useless. Even if I die young, I won't pass my luck to you."
Fan Xiaochai laughed it off. After drinking that bowl of calming soup, she really did have a sense of calmness.
Fan Xiaochai suddenly tightened his grip on the hilt of his saber, his aura surging.
Even the toad-faced man in the distance could feel his strong killing intent.
This was Fan Xiaochai's style. If she wanted to kill someone, she would always do it openly. There was no victory or defeat, only life or death.
The young swordsman, whose strength she couldn't see through, stood up and walked towards them with a cup of tea. He sat down without any courtesy, facing the young lord.
Hsu Fengnian smiled and didn't say anything. He didn't mind that the unknown swordsman had taken the liberty to disturb him.
After the man sat down, his expression was solemn. He said seriously, "I didn't expect there to be a man as handsome as me in this world. Nice to meet you."
Fan Xiaochai couldn't help but twitch her mouth. She had seen shameless people before, but she had never seen such a shameless person in her life.
Then the man turned to stare at Fan Xiaochai. "Miss, your saber is good, and your saber skills are even better. Unfortunately, your saber power is not satisfactory."
Fan Xiaochai smiled. "Oh?"
The man raised the teacup in his hand like a private school teacher. He said methodically, "In my hometown, there is a blue and white porcelain cup that is popular with the ladies of noble families. When held in the hand, the slightly slanted edge of the cup is pressed against the edge of the hand. The cup's size and weight are just right, and it fits the hand well. Therefore, it is known to be a pressure cup. Whether it's tea or wine, it can be pressed against a woman's body. On the other hand, your innate physique is not outstanding. You only relied on your family's teachings and the foundation of your sect to achieve your current level of cultivation. But in the long run, it will inevitably harm your body. You must know that momentum and momentum are the most important things. Your cultivation, however, is the opposite. It's like a woman with a mediocre capacity pretending to be bold and drinking from a big bowl. It's not a long-term solution. "
Fan Xiaochai said flatly, "Are you my father?"
The man thought for a moment and said calmly, "Of course not, but I can be your husband."
Hsu Fengnian, who drank tea much slower than Fan Xiaochai, almost spat out the tea in his mouth when he heard this.
Fan Xiaochai smiled slightly, as if she was not angry at this lecher's licentious words. But her saber was already unsheathed.
The man had been holding the cup in his right hand and resting his left hand on his knee under the table. At this moment, he suddenly raised his left hand high.
It was clearly a casual and ordinary movement, but it made the head of the Whispering Room's assassins, who were numb to killing, feel their scalps go numb. They felt as if they were hallucinating.
When the saber was unsheathed, it meant death!
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