After His Royal Highness and company left the Martial Emperor City, the strange Little Worm calculated with his fingers and his face turned pale. He jumped off the horse and rolled on the road with tears and snot. He looked so pitiful, as if the father of the flower thief on the horse had been killed by a righteous person. Hsu Fengnian had heard from Tsing Yi about Đồng Thái's flying sword killing people in the city and the conversation between the Peach Blossom Sword God and Little Worm. He could vaguely guess the absurd background of this "child". The little kid rolled on the ground until he was covered in dust. Finally, he stood in the middle of the road with his hands on his waist, facing the southwest direction. He wiped his snot and tears and cursed, "Damn it! Zhao Huangchao is such a bastard. Why are you fighting with our Dragon Tiger Mountain? It's just that the Taoist Master Mansion didn't let the girl you liked go up the mountain to burn incense. The younger generation is fighting. What are you, an old man who has cultivated for several lifetimes, angry about? Don't think that I won't dare to speak just because you are Ancestor Lu. Of course, I'm trying to reason with you. Don't pick a fight with me! Nine lotuses of luck, nine lotuses of luck! I only have so little money, and it's all gone because of you. I've been diligent and thrifty all my life. Is it easy? Is it easy?! "
In the end, the little kid who kept calling himself "poor" began to sob. His little shoulders trembled. Those who heard him would cry and those who saw him would feel sad. Xu Fengnian's face was filled with schadenfreude. He looked at the crowded Donghai from afar and took it as finding joy in misery. He rode his horse to Long Yuxuan's side and asked with a smile, "Aren't you going to comfort your son?"
Long Yuxuan was so ashamed that he didn't know what to do. His face twitched and cold sweat covered his forehead. What son? The kid was called Old Immortal by the New Sword God. It was a great advantage for him to call him his grandfather.
The most important thing was whether the child was dead or not. Now that the child turned to Long Yuxuan and called him "Dad", Long Yuxuan was also angry. He immediately replied, "Ancestor, don't play with the child. Can I call you ancestor?"
Little Worm rolled his eyes and said, "You are father just because I call you father? Then if I go to the capital and call the emperor grandson, he is really my grandson? Look at how useless you are! "
Long Yuxuan almost spat out a mouthful of blood. If it weren't for the fact that he had to hide his identity, he would have dismounted from his horse and hung this little bastard up to give him a good beating. Hsu Fengnian glanced at the quarrelsome couple and finally fixed his eyes on the little bug's young face. In the past, when he browsed through the Taoist classics, he had seen something like "over a hundred years old but still looks like a baby", which was used to describe the miraculous nature of the Taoist immortals. The meeting of the three talents and the formation of the True Nascent Soul was exactly what the new God of Sword Đồng Thái had said. Noticing His Royal Highness's gloomy gaze, Little Worm patted his butt and put on the demeanor of an expert. He habitually stroked his beard, but after feeling nothing, he realized that he was still a child after coming out of seclusion. How could he have a beard to pretend to be an expert? He smiled embarrassedly and didn't try to hide his identity. He swaggered to Long Yuxuan's side and climbed back onto his horse. He rode side by side with His Royal Highness and said, "I am Zhao Xuanyi from Mount Longhu."
Although Hsu Fengnian was already mentally prepared, he was still shocked when he heard the little pervert's self-introduction. There were four Taoist masters in the Ancestral Court of Taoism. The two old Taoist masters, Zhao Xiyi and Zhao Xituan, were of the "Hope" generation. Not only were they high and mighty in the genealogy of the Taoist Mansion, but they were also among the best in the world. After the "Hope" generation was "Dan", so the brothers Zhao Danxia and Zhao Danping were of the "Dan" generation, followed by the "Jing" generation. Other than Zhao Xiyi and Zhao Xituan, there were also some old Taoist masters of the "Hope" generation who were in seclusion. However, they were either not the direct descendants of the Taoist Mansion or had mediocre abilities. They were far less famous than the two old Taoist masters. However, no one outside the mountain had ever heard of the "Xuan" generation, which was two generations higher than the "Hope" generation. Seventy years old was already considered the oldest in the world. Hsu Fengnian estimated that the one in front of him was at least two seventy years old. His Royal Highness steered his horse to a high slope, as if he was determined to wait for the old God of Swords, Li Chungang. The Longhu Spiritual Master, who claimed to be of the "Xuan" generation, frowned and said, "You're not leaving? Aren't you afraid that Li Chungang will lose to Wang Xianzhi again at such a close distance? When that time comes, you'll have to bear the consequences. Đồng Thái killed someone in Martial Emperor City and gave him the sword. He obviously put in a lot of effort. "
Hsu Fengnian looked at the sea surface and remained silent. The Yellow Pear Sword Box with the twelve flying swords was placed on his horse carriage. Hsu Fengnian did not dare to treat Đồng Thái lightly. Đồng Thái was famous for his strange words and actions. If this guy dug a hole, Hsu Fengnian would not be so stupid as to jump in without saying a word and bury himself alive. Back then, when the King of Jing An, Zhao Heng, gave This King Xianzhi's knife manual, Hsu Fengnian was not in a hurry to practice it. He still needed to wait until he returned to Beiliang and had his face appraised by the White Fox. He needed to confirm that it was beneficial and harmless before he could practice it. What if he started practicing a thousand miles in a day and then his tendons and meridians exploded, crippling his martial arts? Who would Hsu Fengnian complain to then?
The battle on the surface of the East Sea was thunderous and the rain was heavy. The river and the sea were overturned, and the curtain of swords was endless. The crowd of Martial Emperor City gathered by the sea was dumbfounded. They never thought that martial artists in the world could fight like this. Dozens of Jianghu people who wanted to watch the battle were smashed into pieces by the Gang Qi and sword intent. The Martial Emperor City's City Lord, Wang Xianzhi, had white hair and a white beard. He was tall and sturdy, standing barefoot on the raging waves with his hands behind his back. He let the one thousand and eight hundred swords shoot out layer by layer, but they were broken and fell into the sea at a distance of thirty feet away. After eight hundred flying swords, the distance was only twenty feet. After another six hundred swords, they were finally ten feet away from Wang Xianzhi. The abundant Sword Qi and the strong Gang Qi clashed. Lightning intertwined and crackled, piercing people's eardrums. Another three hundred swords pierced the black-robed and white-haired Wang Xianzhi's body, shattering inch by inch. The spectators thought that after the one thousand and eight hundred swords failed to kill Wang Xianzhi, the old man would have exhausted all his skills. Unexpectedly, the old man slowly said, "Sword Formed", and the broken swords that fell into the sea all floated to the surface. They gathered in the furnace and formed an unparalleled giant sword between the two men.
When the sword was formed, the sky cracked and dazzling golden light slowly sprinkled down.
The ordinary-looking old man laughed loudly and said, "Li Chungang, this sword can open the Gate of Heaven. Can it kill you, Wang Xianzhi?"
Li Chungang opened the Gate of Heaven with one sword.
He went straight to the point. This mountain was Kunlun.
The people on the hillside were all in a daze. This was a real Immortal on Earth.
When Shu Xiu, Yang Qingfeng, and even Blue Bird couldn't help but look up at the peak battle of Donghai, they heard the screams of horses and the clanging sound of swords being drawn. When they looked back, they saw the horses that Long Yuxuan and Little Chong were riding had been "cut in half" at the waist. Long Yuxuan, who was excitedly watching the battle, was sitting in a pool of blood with a blank face. He didn't know how the horse could be cut in half at the waist, like a chopstick being pinched by two fingers. What was even more strange was that the Young Founding Master of Dragon Tiger Mountain was standing between the two halves of the horse's corpse with a gloomy face. After His Royal Highness, who had drawn his sword to kill people, was knocked back to Xiudong, he even pulled out the Winter Thunder.
Zhao Xuansu, whose appearance didn't match her age and wisdom, smiled faintly and asked, "Hsu Fengnian, how did you know I was going to attack you?"
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