It was Mr. Fang Cun.
Zhang Dongyun was right. The appearance of the Seven Luminaries Silk caused a huge commotion.
This was what Mr. Fang Cun had been looking for all this time.
He must have his own way of searching for it and had never given up after so many years.
Previously, when the magic treasure was hidden from the world, it could still be hidden from him.
But now that the magic treasure had appeared and was shining brightly, it could no longer be hidden from this guy.
After sensing the aura of the Seven Luminaries Silk, Mr. Fang Cun immediately came looking for it.
Most of his attention was on the Seven Luminaries Silk, so he didn't care about the angry Twilight Mist. He only asked casually, "Are you Mo Li's successor?"
Before he finished speaking, his expression suddenly became more serious. His gaze moved away from the Seven Luminaries Silk and looked to the other side. "What a pure sword intent."
Su Po's figure silently appeared in the dark and quiet universe in the distance and came to the Seven Luminaries Silk in a short moment.
"Mr. Fang Cun?"
Su Po's tone was calm.
As he spoke, he had already stood between the other party, Twilight Mist, Chen Chaoyan, and the Seven Luminaries Silk.
"That's right. I call myself 'Fang Cun'. Are you with them?" As the middle-aged scholar spoke, his gaze passed Su Po and landed on Chen Chaoyan. "She …"
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt that he couldn't see Chen Chaoyan anymore. It was as if his line of sight had been cut off by an invisible sword.
"They are now all people of Chang 'an. Chang' an will protect them."
Su Po's expression was calm, and his tone was gentle. It was not as sharp as his sword.
Mr. Fang Cun laughed involuntarily. "Mo Li, you have indeed reincarnated, but I didn't expect you to reincarnate as a woman. No wonder you can find the whereabouts of the Seven Luminaries Crystal Marrow today."
Su Po tilted his head slightly and looked at the Seven Luminaries Silk behind him. "The Seven Luminaries Crystal Marrow. The material used to refine this magic treasure? It is indeed an extremely brilliant magic treasure. "
When Mr. Fang Cun heard this, he was displeased. "What's not bad? What a waste of God's gift. I will have to spend more effort to refine the Seven Luminaries Crystal Marrow later. It will take more effort than refining this magic treasure. "
"Then don't waste it."
Su Po said indifferently.
He instructed the Twilight Mist behind him, "Calm your mind and focus. Do what you need to do now."
"… Yes."
Twilight Mist took a deep breath and retracted her gaze from Mister Fang Cun.
In fact, when she looked at the other party with hostility just now, she already felt a faint burning pain in her Primordial Spirit.
Even with her Yang Spirit, she was still like this, let alone her reincarnated "master".
The difference in strength between the two sides was self-evident.
Actually, she had always known this.
When Mo Li died at the hands of the other party, her cultivation was also at the 14th level.
Twilight Mist did not have the confidence to defeat her former teacher. Naturally, she did not have the strength to seek revenge from Mister Fang Cun.
But now that they had suddenly met on a narrow path, she couldn't suppress the anger in her heart.
Su Po's arrival made her heart lighten instead.
Even though Su Po was at the same level as her and was at the fourteenth level, she still felt at ease.
On one hand, it was because of Su Po himself. On the other hand, it was because of Chang 'an City.
When she first entered Chang 'an, it was not completely out of her own free will.
But at this moment, Twilight Mist felt a sense of relief and relief from the bottom of her heart.
She cleared away all distracting thoughts and temporarily put Mister Fang Cun's existence aside. She focused on collecting the Seven Luminaries Silk.
For Mister Fang Cun, the two people who were also at the 14th level were completely different concepts.
He didn't take Mo Li, the tree demon's disciple, seriously at all.
But Su Po was a different matter.
But even so, it did not affect Mister Fang Cun's confidence in himself and his grasp of the situation.
"It's very rare for a sword genius like you to appear. I pity your cultivation, but it's not that I'm afraid of you. Don't be ungrateful and push your luck."
Mister Fang Cun looked at Su Po and shook his head slightly. "You can't make the decision here. I want the Seven Luminaries Crystal Marrow. If you insist on being stubborn, then I have no choice but to ignore your talent and punish you today."
Su Po's expression was as usual. "There's no need to cherish talent. I've heard that you and Mo Li were originally friends, but you betrayed him and harmed him in order to seize the treasure. Save it now. Don't pretend to be a gentleman anymore."
Mister Fang Cun snorted coldly. "What do you know? The Seven Luminaries Crystal Marrow originally belonged to this old man. Mo Li stole it in order to refine the magical treasure he envisioned! "
He closed the white jade folding fan in his hand with a snap and pointed it at Su Po.
"If you want to get involved, then you have only yourselves to blame for all the consequences."
As he pointed, thin black lines suddenly flew toward Su Po.
Su Po took a closer look. Those black lines were all made of thick ink.
Mister Fang Cun's move was not a Confucian technique, but a Taoist technique.
Once the thick ink touched the body, Mister Fang Cun would dissolve the body's strength and turn it into nothingness.
Su Po stood where he was without moving. Strands of invisible Sword Qi naturally appeared around him, slashing apart the thick ink, breaking it into pieces and vanquishing it silently.
Mister Fang Cun narrowed his eyes slightly.
His opponent's sword technique was indeed brilliant.
He was no match for him at all when he fought with Taoist techniques.
He had long known that Mister Fang Cun was a master of both Taoist and Confucian techniques. Although he mainly cultivated Confucian techniques, he also had profound attainments in Taoist cultivation.
But now, his opponent had not used his true strength at all. With just a raise of his hand, he had already broken all of Mister Fang Cun's Taoist techniques.
Su Po's sword aura cut through the other party's ink lines. His gaze narrowed slightly.
This was because after his sword aura broke the other party's Taoist techniques, the broken ink stains did not completely disappear. Inside the ink stains, there was an even more mysterious technique.
As expected, Mo Li did not disappear. Instead, it quickly condensed in the void of the universe, scattered, and combined, and finally turned into a beautiful essay.
Although Su Po did not cultivate Confucian techniques, he had Shen Herong, a Confucian grandmaster, by his side. He was no stranger to such essays.
At first glance, it looked like a gorgeous parallel essay. The couplets were neat and the words were gorgeous. It was precisely the style of writing that Shen Herong disliked the most.
However, Mister Fang Cun had clearly studied this kind of essay to the peak of perfection.
As soon as the essay was formed, it was as if the surrounding universe was pressed together into a flat surface. It was as if everything could be left on the paper.
Su Po stretched out his right hand behind his back. His five fingers clenched into a fist. An invisible, yet invincible, terrifying sword edge slashed out and brazenly cut the beautiful essay in front of him apart!
What a waste of the zither and cook the crane!
Zhang Dongyun, who was in the Daming Palace in Chang 'an City of the Flameyellow World, smiled.
After the boost from Lei Han's Mysterious Ice Soul and the Divine Parasol Tree's branch, the sharpness of Su Po's sword edge had taken another step forward.
If Lei Han was the strongest defense in the history of the Yanhuang World, then Su Po was more or less the strongest attack.
Together with Zong Tianxuan, he was one of the few martial artists who could break through Lei Han's Radiant Invincible Body at the same level.
Although it was difficult to achieve results as good as the fifteenth level Li Shuluo's Prime Clear Sword Manipulation Art, the strength of their attacks was enough to be proud of.
Especially Su Po. Purely based on his attacking ability, he might be slightly better than Zong Tianxuan.
Zong Tianxuan needed to cultivate the strongest of the "Three Enclosures," the Purple Enclosure, in order to make up for this gap.
However, the opponent he was facing now was, after all, of a higher cultivation level.
How could an expert who could cultivate to this level be lacking in talent?
In the past, when he was in the first nine levels and the Grandmaster Realm of the Confucian School of Cultivation, Mister Fang Cun was also a stunning figure who had surpassed countless cultivators of the same level.
When an expert made a move, the truth would be revealed.
Mister Fang Cun discovered that the sharpness of Su Po's sword edge was even above his previous expectations.
A brush immediately appeared in his hand, and he waved it in the air.
The beautiful essay appeared again, and there was more than one.
As the brush and ink intertwined, it turned into layers of worlds, and then connected together, once again completely flattening the surrounding universe.
Not only Su Po, but Twilight Mist and Chen Chaoyan behind him also could not withstand it. Their bodies seemed to be pressed from three-dimensional to flat.
The fifteenth level of the Confucian School of Cultivation was the beginning of becoming a Sage. Therefore, it was passed down from old to old, and was called half-sage!
The most famous ability of a half-sage was to change the world.
At this moment, Mister Fang Cun no longer underestimated or held back. With his full strength, he changed the world to flatten the universe and turned it into his own chessboard, allowing him to dominate it.
Even with Su Po's ability, he felt that no matter how strong he was, he had become a chess piece on a chessboard that could only be controlled by the chess player.
The gap between the two was extraordinarily huge.
Above the fourteenth level was indeed another world.
At this moment, Su Po's expression relaxed.
At this moment, he was completely immersed in his own Sword Dao.
In this world, there was nothing else other than himself and his sword.
His heart was cold, almost turning into an ice soul.
However, this ice soul's heart was beating more violently than ever.
Power flowed continuously to his right hand. His right hand was full of vitality, and it was fiery hot.
The aura of vitality was completely destroyed by the cold sword edge. Not only did it not consume the sword intent, but it also made the sword intent even stronger.
Su Po swung his sword, as if it was splitting the heavens and earth, sweeping everything in its path.
He slashed apart his opponent's chessboard!
A large area of the surrounding universe and void was slashed apart by this sword.
The chess piece, in turn, destroyed the chessboard. The shattered pieces flew in the direction of the chess player.
Mister Fang Cun opened his white jade folding fan and waved it.
The sword aura still cut a terrible wound on his body!
He was actually injured by a Martial Emperor?
Mister Fang Cun was furious. With a wave of his hand, the scattered chessboard, brush, and ink turned into raging waves that engulfed Su Po.
However, at Su Po's chest, an icy blue light suddenly appeared. It quickly condensed into an ice armor that protected his entire body.
The Scholarly Half-Saint attacked. How violent were the raging waves? They shattered the ice armor and still injured Su Po.
However, with this block, compared to the injuries that could have been caused, it was undoubtedly much lighter.
Su Po exhaled a mouthful of turbid air. The invisible sword edge stood in front of his chest. He looked at Mister Fang Cun. He still had the strength to fight.
Mister Fang Cun's expression was solemn.
The wounds on his body were enveloped by the aura of literary talent and temporarily stabilized. His injuries were lighter than Su Po's.
In the previous exchange, he was still the one who came out on top.
However, this was entirely because he had an advantage in terms of cultivation level. If not, the result would be completely reversed.
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