When Fang Yan was very young, there was a question that he could not understand. Why did Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gu Cheng have to fight on the summit of the forbidden city? Why did the East Heretic, the West Poison, the South Emperor, and the North Beggar's supernatural powers have to be discussed on Mount Hua?
Why did they have to choose such a high place to spar? If it wasn't someone else's roof, then it was on a famous mountain.
Plains wouldn't do? Not a lake? The sea won't do? The canyon wouldn't do? Why did he have to choose a high place?
Later, when Fang Yan's Taiji Heart was first formed, he gradually found the answer to this question.
When experts exchanged blows, it was only natural that they would do so on a high ground.
If you are not at the top of Mount Hua, how will others know that you are an expert?
If you climbed to the top of Mount Everest to fight, then you would be a peerless master.
If you went to outer space to fight with people, you would be … a Transformer.
Besides, such a name sounded impressive, didn't it? If Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gu Cheng went to Zhang Jiagou to have a sword duel, others would say that it was a duel at Zhang Jiagou … Would Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gu Cheng still have the face to go out and meet people in the future?
The tallest mountain in Flower City was the Yi Sword Peak, which made Fang Yan feel deeply regretful.
The wide-sleeved robe of Chiba revealed half of her fair breasts. His robe was actually empty, and his skin was so white, even whiter than a woman's. This filled Fang Yan's heart with anticipation. If the Qianye Soldier froze to death on the top of the mountain, then he would win without a fight.
Fang Yan's shirt was white on the inside and black on the outside. His long robe reached the top of his shoes. The circular cloth shoes were the ones he had worn when he ran away. These were the Thousand Layer Soles that his mother had stitched for him. Not only was it sturdy and durable, but it also had emotional support.
Upon hearing Fang Yan's wish to reverse the situation and slap his face, Chiba of the Army didn't smile at him. Instead, he seriously said, "You Hua Xia people have an old saying, don't bully the young for being poor. In terms of age, I'm much older than you … "
Fang Yan sneered and said, "I thought you didn't know. What kind of hero are you to challenge me at such an old age? Why don't you challenge the King of Gossip, Cai Zhonghang? Why don't you challenge the martial arts fanatic Hou Zhendong? Why don't you challenge Householder Weed? "
The people that Fang Yan called out were all people that he didn't like or wanted to defeat. If the Chiba Military Department had issued a challenge to them in advance, then Fang Yan could have saved a lot of time and energy.
In the darkness of One Sword Peak, the roars of several men could be heard.
"Yellow-Haired brat, you yellow-haired brat … If this Japanese kid can't kill you, I'll definitely tear you into pieces …"
"I'm going to die of anger, I'm really going to die of anger … Don't stop me. Let me fight that b * stard who has no sense of propriety. I'll let him know the power of our Eight Trigrams School …"
"I'm Blue Cloud, the useless disciple of Householder Weed. Fang Yan, if you don't die today, I'll definitely challenge you tomorrow."
…
The most awkward thing happened.
You thought that you were talking behind someone's back to attract enemies, but you didn't expect that the person you were attacking and slandering was standing behind you and watching coldly …
Of course, after hearing Fang Yan's words, their gazes were no longer cold, and they could no longer watch from the sidelines. All of them shouted and cursed, wanting to rush forward and kill Fang Yan before the Chiba Military Department did.
Fang Yingying and Fang Haohan looked at each other. Fang Yingying's face was pale as he said, "How many people did Junior Martial Uncle offend with just one sentence?"
"I don't know about the others, but the Eight Trigrams School's Householder Weed and that martial arts fanatic Hou Zhendong will definitely fight to the death with our family … Junior Martial Uncle is Junior Martial Uncle. It's amazing how much hatred he can garner."
"If Junior Martial Uncle wins today, we'll stay away from him tomorrow …" Fang Yingying exhorted.
If Junior Martial Uncle lost or died, then everything would be over. People in the martial arts world would also pay attention to a person's death. No matter how much they hated Junior Martial Uncle in the past, they would not take revenge on his family after he passed away. However, if Junior Martial Uncle won today, those people would take revenge on him crazily. Junior Martial Uncle was a despicable person with high martial arts skills, so he was naturally not afraid of them. These two little followers couldn't bear such a blow of anger.
"I've already thought about it. If Junior Martial Uncle wins today, we'll buy tickets to go back to Yanjing tomorrow …" Fang Haohan nodded and agreed with Fang Yingying's words. He felt that this was the first time his big brother had spoken so reasonably.
Fang Yan was very angry. He pointed at the crowd in the darkness and scolded, "Are you done? I'm recommending our Hua Xia's elite martial artists to the Japanese Sword God. The reason why I mentioned your names is because I admire you … Why don't I let him challenge Fang Yingying and Fang Haohan? Because it's not necessary. "
"…" Fang Yingying and Fang Haohan wanted to buy tickets to go back to Yanjing now.
"Yellow hair boy, wait to die …"
"Grandpa doesn't need your admiration. If you lose, we'll naturally challenge that old guy …"
"Master's name is not something you can call out. Fang Yan, prepare to die … "
…
He was fighting an international enemy to the death, but there was a group of bastards hiding in the darkness and scolding him. Fang Yan felt that these guys were really too embarrassing. He picked up a stone from the ground and threw it toward the place where there were many people in the darkness.
The stone flew out, but it didn't make any sound.
When Fang Yan was wondering where the stone flew to, the big stone smashed toward Fang Yan at a faster speed.
Before Fang Yan had time to fight back, countless stones flew out from the darkness.
Fang Yan covered his head and ran away, shouting, "Hero, help me fight back …"
"Okay, Junior Martial Uncle …" Fang Yingying agreed readily, then picked up the stone and threw it at Fang Yan.
Such a Junior Martial Uncle didn't matter, he just wanted to smash him to death.
After everyone was busy for a while, Fang Yan came out of the corner with a smile and said to Chiba, who was standing still and waving his sleeves to throw the stones away, "Look, our Hua Xia people are so enthusiastic …"
"You have achieved your goal. There are three people who are worth fighting," Chiba Hirobumi said as he looked at Fang Yan. He looked very calm. "What are their names?"
Fang Yan had purposely attracted the Stone Formation to create psychological pressure on the Thousand Leaves Division. It was just like how Chiba deliberately mentioned to Fang Yan that someone deliberately released the news of their battle to ruin Fang Yan's reputation … This kind of thing made people feel uncomfortable.
For super martial artists like them, a storm was like taking a stroll in the park, and they wouldn't bat an eyelid even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of them.
However, a straw could also crush a camel … Before that straw was put down, one had to keep pressing stones on the camel.
Chiba was pressing stones on Fang Yan, and Fang Yan was also pressing stones on Chiba.
This was a psychological battle, and the pressure was already formed as they talked.
"I've already said that they are Grandmaster Eight Trigrams, Martial Fanatic Hou Zhendong … and Weed Hermit's disciple, Qingyun. I just don't know if Weed Hermit, that old Taoist, is here. He's very good at climbing the cloud ladder …"
Chiba didn't disappoint Fang Yan. He said decisively, "After I defeat you, I'll visit them one by one." What's more, this one sentence had created three opponents for him at once.
This was a trap that Fang Yan had dug for him, and it was also an inner demon. He had to take Fang Yan's move.
Before setting foot on the magical land of Hua Xia, Chiba already knew that Hua Xia was full of martial artists and talents. So what if three top-notch experts appeared with one stone? So what if I have to accept their challenge after I defeat you?
I entered the Dao with the sword. With a sword in hand, the world is mine. Those who block my sword, I'll cut their bodies and destroy their spirits.
Whether it's one person or 100 people, they'll all die under my sword. How lonely would it be without human blood to feed the sword?
With this thought, Chiba's heroic spirit reached the clouds, and his fighting spirit rose in him.
Fang Yan waved his hand. Fang Yingying and Fang Haohan immediately ran faster than rabbits.
A great battle was about to break out. They were afraid that they would get involved in it.
Chiba raised the middle finger of his right hand. His feet didn't move at all, but he rose into the air out of thin air.
The mountain wind whistled, rustling the weeds and leaves on the ground. The strange thing was that Chiba's clothes and long hair were tightly attached to his body, completely unaffected by the wind.
This was a shield of Qi, which could release Qi and cover his whole body. Fang Yan knew that at this moment, Qianye's Department of War could not be touched by wind, rain, or mosquitoes. With this person's profound cultivation, even if an ordinary person hacked at him with a saber or axe, they would not be able to harm him.
This was the world of high-level martial artists, which was also the Inner Jianghu that ordinary people didn't know.
Fang Yan was the opposite of Chiba's. He stretched out his arms, and the black robe covering him was blown away by the mountain wind.
The wind was soft and gentle, helping him take off his cumbersome clothes very skillfully.
The tip of his right foot touched the ground and began to draw a semicircle in front of him.
If you looked carefully, you would find that the tip of Fang Yan's foot didn't actually touch the ground. It didn't even touch the weeds and mud on the ground, but there was a clear semicircle on the ground. Some weeds and leaves were cut, giving off the sweet smell of juice.
Fang Yan was dressed in white. Just his good looks alone made people feel that he was extremely handsome and suave.
Fang Yan bowed slightly, and his Plum Blossom Steps were natural. His hands also danced with his body consciously.
The wind was blowing, and he was blowing with the wind. The tree was shaking, and he was shaking with the tree.
He was the wind, and he became the tree.
As soon as Tai Chi entered meditation, everything was put down, and he entered a peaceful world. It seemed that under the bright sun, in the universe, in the flowers and plants, he was swaying and flickering.
Seeing Fang Yan's state at this time, someone in the dark shadow cheered.
"Tai Chi is most particular about starting momentum. Starting is part of Tai Chi, and it is also the beginning. Quiet like a thousand-year-old pine and cypress, ten thousand year old tortoise, moving like a river dam, wind and thunder rolling, stars falling, planets crashing … This kid actually has the momentum of wind and thunder when he moves. Interesting. "
Chiba heard the comments of the outside world. In his world, every flower, every grass, every insect, every bird, every sound was captured by him at will. In his Absolute Wall Domain, he was the god that ruled the world.
This was somewhat similar to Fang Yan's Heart of Tai Chi.
All methods returned to the origin. The origin of the world was unique. Anything that was done to the extreme would enter the same domain.
Since he had already entered the battle, then he would abandon the noise and use his most powerful killing move to defeat and kill the opponent.
This was respect!
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