Chapter 221: Yanlou

Chapter 221: Yanlou

Chapter 221 Huiyan Tower (Two in One)

Before dawn, Li Yuan got up from the bed. Not daring to waste time, he just threw a pill to Little Mouse, then quickly went out and came to the martial arts field.

"I only slept for more than three hours. If it weren't for my good sleep quality, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to make it through."

The moon was above the branches, shining brightly against the accumulated snow. When Li Yuan came to the martial arts arena with a hammer in his hand, Han Chuijun had already taken up his stance and was slowly pushing forward with his fists.

Call ~
Han Chuijun's movements were slow, and there was only a slight noise when he raised his fists and stepped on his feet. However, even from a distance, Li Yuan could hear the sound of blood rushing like a tide.

Those seemingly gentle moves contained overwhelming power.

"Master..."

As soon as Li Yuan bowed, he heard the whistling of the wind. It was Old Han reminding him to take action.

boom!
Li Yuan did not dare to delay. He exerted force with his feet, twisted his waist, and raised his hammer to meet the attack.

Over the past half month, the master and disciple have practiced together many times. Li Yuan has long been accustomed to it and reacts quickly and uses full strength. His long hammer draws a line like a stick and falls like a thunderclap.

Woo~
Under the moonlight, Han Chuijun's clothes fluttered. He raised his hand to repel the long hammer and shouted:

"Use all your strength!"

"Yes!"

Li Yuan shuddered, and his blood and internal energy instantly rose to the top. The long hammer that was shaken back retreated, spinning like a windmill, and a strong wind suddenly arose, with sound waves rolling.

call!
Li Yuan reacted quickly, but almost at the same time, his eyelids twitched wildly, and he felt a gust of hot wind blowing on his face, making his skin hurt.

Woo!
Han Chuijun took a step forward, raised his hand, and just reached out. His five fingers naturally stretched out, stirring up a whistling wind.

The next moment, Li Yuan felt his breathing stagnate, and he felt a huge pulling force coming from the front of him. It turned out that Han Chuijun reached out and grabbed him, then suddenly withdrew.

With just a push and a pull, Li Yuan had the terrifying illusion that the airflow in the entire martial arts arena was controlled by Han Chuijun.

His posture suddenly became unstable and he fell over uncontrollably.

What met him was a straight punch from Lao Han.

"wild!"

Li Yuan's hair stood on end and he was extremely frightened.

When Old Han threw this punch, he had the terrifying illusion that the entire martial arts arena was flipping over and pressing down on him, and his heart couldn't help but beat wildly for a moment.

"what!"

Li Yuan shouted loudly, veins popped out all over his body, and his loose robe suddenly tightened to the point of tearing. With a violent outburst, he knocked away the airflow in front of him that seemed to be controlled.
He stepped back, withdrew his hammer, twisted his body, and exploded. The hammer passed like a meteor, making a sound of metal clashing.

Killing move, fighting hammer!
puff!
The next moment, Li Yuan felt a pain in his palm and the hammer handle slipped out of his hand. A huge force like a raging wave came rolling in, forcing him to retreat more than ten steps and almost fall to the ground.

"So fierce!"

Li Yuan swung his arms and felt all the muscles and bones in his body groaning. When Old Han was serious, he was many times more ferocious than Feng Yuanqing.
"This martial arts skill can't kill anyone..."

Under the moonlight, Han Chuijun grabbed the hammer head with one arm, his expression unchanged, and suddenly swung his hand and threw the long hammer:
"Use all your strength!"

Rumble!
Old Han threw the hammer casually, and Li Yuan exploded like a raccoon whose tail was stepped on. The long hammer flew out of the air, and actually pulled out a long wave of air!

With just this one blow, not to mention humans, even elephants would be knocked to the ground and iron ingots would be smashed into discus.

“It’s the real deal!”

Li Yuan's heart was shaken, and he dared not hide at all. He stepped heavily, and when the mud and sand flew, he shot up like an arrow.

He swung his arms, like two boneless snakes, to wrap around the long hammer that broke through the air. Veins bulged, and he exerted tremendous strength. When he landed heavily on the ground, he had already grasped the long hammer.

He twisted and turned his body, waving his long hammer like a millstone, dissolving and twisting the tremendous force and turning it for his own use, and it was like a thunderbolt hitting Han Chuijun.

boom!
The sound of hammers exploded, like thunder coming out of the mountains. The snow within a radius of dozens of meters was scattered and swept away by the hurricane.

Li Yuan suddenly jumped up and rushed forward, with the energy behind him rolling along, carrying with him a large amount of snow. He was like a python made of wind and snow, ferocious and violent.

Qi and blood boil, internal energy surges, and all forms flourish.

As he took several steps, Li Yuan's body swelled several times, his tendons became twisted like dragons, and his joints rubbed like a machine stirring. Apart from the blessing of the Palm of Weapon, this was already an outburst of all his strength.

Seeing this scene, Han Chuijun's expression changed. He stood still and waited for the heavy hammer with the energy to come towards him before he spoke:
"it is good!"

The breath is like thunder!

When Han Chuijun opened his mouth, white mist formed into balls. It was not because of the cold weather that his breath formed mist, but because of the violent boiling of his blood and the gushing of hot air.

Even though he was more than ten meters away, Li Yuan could only feel his eardrums buzzing. It was like a secret sound transmission, or like the most powerful sound-beating martial arts that could make people lose their minds and become dazed.

boom!
The next moment, Han Chuijun raised one hand, and his energy was as strong as thunder. In just an instant, it had pressed on the hammer head that Li Yuan suddenly attacked.

when!
It was like the clanging of bronze bells in a temple.

Large ripples shook violently, and with the two people as the center, the mud within a dozen meters sank all at once. Before the earth and rocks could splash, they were pressed to the surface by an invisible force.

"Too fierce!"

Li Yuan's eyelids were blown shut by the strong wind, and he felt the feeling of being crushed by someone in terms of strength.

According to his perception, the person on the other side was not a person at all.

It was clearly a violent thunder dragon, ferocious and domineering.

A strange "crunching" sound came from the joints all over Li Yuan's body. The tendons that were stretched to the extreme were curled up by the huge force. After his tendons and bones were stretched, Li Yuan, who was more than two meters and two meters tall, was immediately beaten back to his original shape.

After a brief stalemate, his body leaned back violently in the air flow shock, leaving a deep gully of twenty to thirty meters long in the snow, and his pair of boots were ground into pieces.

"Is this the weight of Yi Baixing?"

Li Yuan's hands and feet were shaking, and his whole body was numb as if he had been struck by lightning. He was gasping for breath, and after a short fight, he was already sweating profusely.

Apart from the blessing of the Weapon-control talisman, he had already used all his strength, but he still only blocked one move. If he had taken another move, he would have been killed on the spot.

'Even with the blessing of the Weapon Control Scroll... No, even with that, I can't bear it!'

Li Yuan's heart was beating like a drum. He was almost certain that the ghost-faced man at the last level of the second level of the Xuanbing Secret Realm was Lao Han. This kind of deterrent power was too familiar.

Old Han, who has mastered the art of opening up meridians, gathered all the forms, and cultivated himself into a hundred beasts thunder dragon, is now much stronger than before.

“Not satisfactory.”

Li Yuan heard Lao Han's comments.

In the moonlight, Han Chuijun put one hand behind his back and held the long-handled heavy hammer with the other hand, looking at Li Yuan from a distance:

"The force I used wasn't much greater than yours. Do you know why you collapsed at the first touch?"

"Shape-changing combination."

Li Yuan had a strong physique and recovered after a short breath. A thousand words were no match for a real fight.

He has personally experienced the difference between the two moves.

With the same power, the gap between dispersion and integration can be twice as large or even more.

"That's right. The priorities are clear. Combining various forms is like training scattered soldiers into an army. Although you have changed your form more than 20 times, there are not many people in the same level who have more than you. But if someone combines various forms, you may not be able to defeat them..."

Han Chuijun dropped the hammer and yawned:
"The Dragon and Tiger Banquet is still more than 20 days away. It's up to you whether you can make it in time or not..."

After turning around, Han Chuijun looked at Weihong's right hand. Just from these two moves, he already knew Li Yuan's progress in martial arts.

"He is still young and has only practiced martial arts for four years. This kid... no wonder the Sea-Splitting Mysterious Whale Hammer chose him over me..."

The breeze blew snowflakes, and Han Chuijun felt a little complicated.

It seemed that he only threw two punches, but even a master with advanced meridian skills could not withstand those two punches. Although Li Yuan was a little embarrassed, he took them without any injury.

Considering this kid's hidden tricks, there shouldn't be any problem with the Dragon and Tiger Banquet.

"This saves me the trouble of provoking the Dragon and Tiger Guards..."

Satisfied, Han Chuijun let go and left.

In the snow, Li Yuan picked up the hammer, but saw two deep footprints where Han Chuijun had stood before, but he had not moved a step.

"Yi Baixing!"

Li Yuan stood in a stance with the hammer in his hand, pushing the soldiers' body forward slowly, and thoughts about the practice of 'Thunder Dragon of Hundred Beasts' emerged in his mind.

The entry threshold of this unique skill founded by Han Chuijun is extremely high. Not only does one need to possess thirteen forms, but one must also possess at least two spiritual forms, and must possess two of the following: 'snake, python, and dragon'.

"I guess Old Han didn't consider the issue of future inheritance when he created his skills. I guess only Senior Brother and I can meet this threshold. Senior Brother Fang is probably a little short of it. Well, I guess Senior Brother is also a little short of it..."

Li Yuan thought to himself that the threshold for this martial art was very high. Besides, it was not simple either, as it required the use of internal energy to outline various shapes and strengths.

This is also a big project...

"Old Han is so fierce that he doesn't look human. Has he really mastered the art of meridian opening? A newly discovered unique skill can also be considered a unique skill, right? Could he have already refined it? Hmm, Jiaohua Pill, no wonder people say that Old Han has wanted to catch a red dragon fish king for many years..."

Li Yuan changed his mind and thought that seventy years was a long time and Old Han’s background was beyond his estimation.

But for now, none of the people he has met has brought him more oppression than Old Han...

call!
call!
Li Yuan slept at one o'clock and woke up at three o'clock. He was very energetic. He pushed the soldiers' postures again and again in the snow, and sorted out the "Hundred Beasts Thunder Dragon" in his mind.
When my mind wandered, I couldn't help but think of the Sea-Splitting Black Whale...

"Shape-changing combination, combination..."

……

……

call!
Four great suns rose one after another, casting their light across the sea of ​​clouds.

The gates of Dechang Prefecture were wide open, and a bustling stream of people poured into the city, including many martial artists holding knives and swords, looking exhausted.

Since the news of the Dragon and Tiger Banquet spread, there has been an endless stream of people from the martial arts world coming to Dechang Prefecture in the past two months, including many well-known masters from nearby prefectures and counties.

Dechang Prefecture has a prosperous business and well-developed waterways. It takes at most a month for people from nearby prefectures and even neighboring large states to travel downstream, so naturally a large number of masters gather here.

All the restaurants and inns were crowded, and the number of stalls, which should have decreased after the winter, increased instead.

Various taverns and teahouses did not miss the opportunity and invited storytellers one after another. The event was very lively with crowds of spectators every day.

"Last time we talked about the ghost-faced Shura Han Chuijun. In the battle on Changhe River, he wore the red flame dragon armor and held the wind and thunder Ruyi demon-subduing pestle. In the battle, the two inner sect elders of Qianjun Cave were killed by him. The river was stained with blood..."

In Fengyan Tower, a storyteller stood on a high platform. His tone was ups and downs, and it made people feel as if they were there.

"Han Chuijun, the Ghost-Faced Shura, is truly a rare figure in Zhelong Mansion. Not only is his hammer technique amazing, but he is also suspected of changing into a hundred forms!"

Easy to use?
There was some commotion in the restaurant, and many spectators threw coins and gold and silver onto the stage:

"Old man, what is Yi Baixing?"

The spectator was young, dressed in silk and satin, and was generous with his money.

"Thank you sir!"

The old storyteller bowed and thanked him. Seeing that the guests on the upper and lower floors were quite curious, he unfolded his folding fan and said:

"You are all great heroes who travel the world, with powerful martial arts skills. I am just making some money by talking. If what I said is not right, I hope you will forgive me!"

The old man was careful.

Dechang Prefecture is now a mixed bag of people, and countless bloody conflicts have occurred in the past two months. Although he made money, he was also worried.

These heroes in the martial arts world are indeed heroic, but they are also vicious.

"I'm talking about you. Anyone who dares to embarrass you has to get past me, Old Li!"

Upstairs, a sturdy man drew his sword and stuck it into the ground, making a muffled sound. His voice was so loud that it attracted many people's dissatisfied gazes, but he didn't care at all.

"You old man, you only tempered your body when you were in your sixties or seventies. Do you really know what Yi Baixing is?"

At the railing on the second floor, a young swordsman sneered:
"Only when the Qi and blood are fully developed can one cultivate strength, and only when the strength is sufficient to temper the body, can one become strong inside, and only when the inner strength is fully developed can one change form! There are not many masters like this even in the capital city, and Yi Baixing..."

"You're the only one who talks nonsense!"

The sturdy man glared angrily, as if he was about to draw his sword at the next moment.

"cough!"

Suddenly, a light cough was heard in the restaurant.

"Just keep talking, bro."

A deep voice came from above, suppressing the noise from the upper and lower floors. The swordsman instantly stopped talking and broke out in a cold sweat.

The sturdy swordsman had almost stood up, but now he sat down.

"Wuwang Sword, Lin Dongping!"

Someone seemed to recognize the owner of the voice and exclaimed in surprise, and the restaurant suddenly became quiet.

Wuwang Sword, Lin Dongping, was born in Changlin Mansion. He is the first contemporary disciple of the Five Swords Sect and one of the sixteen people invited to the Dragon and Tiger Banquet.

He had already achieved great success several years ago and is a true master.

As soon as Lin Dongping opened his mouth, the restaurant instantly became orderly. Seeing this, the storyteller coughed lightly and continued.

"It is rumored that a warrior who changes his form can enter the realm of martial arts and be called a master. He can travel around the world and join any sect..."

The old storyteller boasted for a while, bowed to Lin Dongping, and continued:
"What does it mean to change your form? I heard that when a martial art is practiced to perfection, the tendons, bones, and skin will all change, and this is called changing your form...

Yi Baixing, as the name suggests, means to cultivate one hundred martial arts to the state of great perfection! "

One hundred martial arts have been perfected!
The storyteller used the simplest example to explain Yi Baixing's difficulties, causing many people to gasp. Most people in the restaurant were martial artists, so how could they not know what "Great Perfection" meant?
The perfection of one hundred martial arts is simply a legend, a myth!
"It took me eighteen years to perfect the Ape Arm Sword, and I have perfected one hundred techniques..."

The sturdy swordsman was a little dazed, but because of Lin Dongping, he didn't dare to say much.

There was some scanning movement in the crowd.

The old storyteller paused for a moment before saying:
"As far as I know, in the eight prefectures of Huizhou, among the millions of people, only a strong man like Yi Baixing can appear every several dozen or even a hundred years!"

He glanced around the restaurant and continued.

"Yi Baixing!"

At the window on the ninth floor of the restaurant, a middle-aged man in grey clothes, not very good-looking, was holding a wine glass. He listened to the voice coming from downstairs and couldn't help but sighed:
"Lin has no chance to become a Hundred Forms in this life."

"A hundred forms."

There was only one table of drinkers on the ninth floor. In addition to Lin Dongping, there were six other martial artists carrying swords. They looked at each other and sighed.

They are all gifted and famous masters, but Yi Baixing is like a legend to them.

"Brother Lin, don't worry. Knowing a hundred forms is not necessarily good. Knowing a hundred forms requires matching and combining. The more forms are not necessarily better. Without the unique skills of a hundred forms, knowing many forms is just a waste of time."

A young man in a green gown spoke in a low voice.

"That's right, Brother Lin, why do you care about this?"

The others all agreed.

How many people are there in Yi Baixing?
Not to mention the various sects in Huizhou, even in the Longhu Temple, there are only a handful of people in each generation.

"In the Dragon and Tiger Temple, there are only six people who can change a hundred forms!"

At this time, the voice of the storyteller downstairs came, attracting the attention of several people. Lin Dongping also became interested. Although he did not believe what these storytellers said,

But it doesn't hurt to listen.

"The first one is, of course, the Grandmaster listed in the God List, the head of the Dragon and Tiger Temple, the number one master of Hengshan Dao, and the Dragon and Tiger Dao master Long Yingchan!"

quiet!
The entire restaurant fell silent.

Lin Dongping stood up, walked to the side of the railing, and overlooked the platform in the hall.

"This old man is really brave!"

The others followed, somewhat surprised.

"This old man is really brave. He even dares to say that to the Taoist master!"

In a private room on the fourth floor, Yu Xuanfeng raised his eyebrows: "You know a lot, but you are wrong. There are only three people in our temple who can do all kinds of things..."

"Maybe four."

Yu Xuanji was looking out the window when she turned around.

"Who are you talking about?"

Yu Xuanfeng was stunned: "In addition to the three vein masters, there is also Yi Baixing?"

The more shape-shifting you can do, the better. It represents your own talents and potential. The amount of shape-shifting you can do has far-reaching consequences.

But human energy is limited. It is already extremely difficult to satisfy all the forms required by the unique skills. Who would deliberately pursue a hundred forms?

The more shape-changing skills you have, the better, but your life is not long enough.

"Big Brother has been in seclusion for several years, it should be enough for him to come out."

Yu Xuanji pinched her temples with awe in her eyes. Yu Xuanfeng also calmed down. He was also in awe of the brilliant senior brother.

The disciple of the Dragon-Tiger Dao, Long Xinglie, was destined to be the future master of the Dragon-Tiger Dao and a land immortal.

"Big Brother."

"Don't be so ambitious. If you can't enter the inner gate within three years, I will skin you alive!"

Yu Xuanji glared at him.

"You can't just enter the inner door whenever you want."

Yu Xuanfeng's face was full of worry. Although his family was one of the largest families in the temple, there were many other families within the temple.

He thought that he would need to accumulate experience for a few years before he would be qualified to compete with those people.

"Then let the old man peel off your skin!"

Yu Xuanji glanced at him.

Yu Xuanfeng's face turned bitter and he changed the subject: "Come to think of it, Han Chuijun is so talented, why didn't the temple accept him as a disciple before?"

He was a little curious.

He had heard of Han Chuijun's reputation a long time ago, and the Dragon and Tiger Banquet had been held three times in Huizhou in the past twenty years. Logically, Han Chuijun was qualified to attend the banquet.

"I heard that I missed it before, and later, I was too old."

Yu Xuanji also felt a little regretful.

There are not many people in the world who can change into hundreds of forms. This is an extraordinary talent and possesses the qualifications to practice any unique skills.

But unfortunately he is too old.

"That's right. It's rare for a person to live past 100 years old. Han Chuijun is almost 100 years old too? He hasn't cultivated his organs at this age yet. I guess this is all he has achieved."

Yu Xuanfeng felt very sorry. If he changed Baixing, he might have competed for the position of Taoist master, not to mention the position of the master of Dalongmen.

At least, the inheritance of my uncle-master's legacy has been secured.

"Talent and understanding are important, but fate is equally important. If he was born in a temple, he might have already mastered marrow refining by now, right?"

The brother and sister were talking to each other. In their opinion, among all the prefectures under Huizhou, only Han Chuijun was worth discussing.

"Come to think of it, why did Master send out so many invitations?"

Yu Xuanfeng asked.

He was somewhat upset about this matter.

It would be fine for Li Yuan, as he was the one chosen by the master. But he was very unhappy when the others who came after him were also invited.

Once you attend the banquet, there is a high possibility that you can enter the inner gate directly.

"Then you should ask the master. Maybe it's someone in the temple who suggested it?"

Yu Xuanji sat down and ate a few bites of the dishes, not forgetting to belittle her younger brother:
"Come to think of it, Yan Qingyuan was also among those invited. You looked down on him before, but others have entered the inner gate while you are still wandering around the outer gate."

"Yan Qingyuan? He is a true disciple of Huailong Palace. Even if he is invited, he will not come, right?"

Yu Xuanfeng was a little unsure.

Yan Qingyuan was not among the sixteen people who were rumored to be attending the banquet, but he did have an invitation. However, Lian Yun Shulou did not think he would attend the banquet.

The Huailong Palace dominates the whole state, and his status as a true disciple is very high, and there is a high possibility that he will become the young master of the Huailong Palace.

"He's already here."

Yu Xuanji put down her bowl and chopsticks and wiped the corners of her mouth. There were footsteps outside the door and someone knocked on the door:

"Miss, Mr. Gong's boat is almost at the dock..."

"Ah."

Yu Xuanji stood up and went out to greet him.

……

Huhu~
The wind blew the waves on the river, and a merchant ship sailed downstream on the Grand Canal.

On the deck, Gong Jiuchuan leaned on the railing and looked out. The water in the Pingjiang Grand Canal was fast-flowing and it did not freeze in early winter, but there were fewer merchant ships coming and going.

"Brother, I heard that Shentu Hong also came to Dechang Mansion. It seems that he was invited by Huangfu Kun."

Beside Gong Jiuchuan stood an old man with a dark face. He had three long swords on his back and his aura was as heavy as iron.

The old man's name is Yan Sanxing, and he is the outer sect elder of Longhu Temple.

"Huangfu Kun... In recent years, the Evil God Cult has been too active."

Gong Jiuchuan stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the sea of ​​clouds, his eyes dark and gloomy: "It seems that Sect Leader Yue really got some benefit from the Fudian Spirit Turtle..."

The Xuanbing is spiritual and will not appear until it chooses a master. There is no such thing as robbing or killing its master. The Xuanbing will hide itself, so after knowing that the Sea-Splitting Black Whale Hammer has an owner, many masters have dispersed.

But the evil cult became more and more restless...

"I think the imperial court is behind this."

Yan Sanxing took out a letter from his bosom and said, "According to the information from the secret agents, the King of Zhenwu came out of seclusion half a month ago and met with Emperor Qian afterwards and talked for a day and a night!"

"He's out?"

Gong Jiuchuan was shocked and took the letter with a serious look. There was only one sentence in the letter:

Prince Zhenwu came out of seclusion and met Emperor Qian, and did not leave the palace for a whole day.

"With the status of Zhenwu King's martial arts, if he doesn't want others to know, then no one will know. He showed up on his own initiative, I'm afraid he did it for us to see."

Yan Sanxing looked solemn.

King Zhenwu, holding the Demon-Subduing Dragon Sword, ranks first on the list of gods. He is one of the only two terrifying beings in the world who have killed immortals on land, and his martial arts have long been divine.

No matter what kind of spies or methods they use, it is impossible to hide from his eyes and ears. The fact that this letter could reach his hands may even be due to the person's tacit approval.

"It was clearly Zhaixing Tower that stabbed the late emperor, why do you have to suspect us?"

Gong Jiuchuan sighed in his heart.

In the more than forty years since the assassination of the late emperor, the imperial court has made great efforts in Hengshan Dao. The evil cults in other Daozhou are not so rampant.

At least, the leader of his Zhenwu Hall would not collude with the Evil God Cult so blatantly.

Shentu Hong's courage must come from someone higher up...

"It's just a false charge. Who doesn't know what Emperor Qian is thinking? He just wants to wipe out the world and take back Daozhou."

Yan Sanxing sneered: "The Great Luck is only 1,400 years old, but my Dragon Tiger Temple has been passed down for 2,300 years. This Hengshan Dao was not bestowed by his Pang family!"

"Zhaixing Tower will not sit idly by."

After putting away the secret letter, Gong Jiuchuan calmed down. In the past 1,400 years, there has been no shortage of "powerful rulers" in the imperial court who wanted to take back the power of the world.

And every time such a heroic leader appears, the Star-Picking Tower will come into being.

"This matter is over, and the Evil God Cult should also be eradicated!"

Yan Sanxing's face was as gloomy as water.

"After you go back, ask the Taoist master."

Gong Jiuchuan turned around and they had arrived at the dock. From afar, they could see people of all kinds pouring in like a tide. These were the large and small forces in Dechang Prefecture.

"You're very well-informed!"

Yan Sanxing snorted coldly and glanced at the people who came to greet him on the shore: "Who knows, there might be followers of the evil god among these people!"

"So what? There is no place in the world where there is no such thing as it."

Gong Jiuchuan shook his head.

The foundation of the evil god cult is the method of worshiping gods, and its essence is to prolong life and achieve immortality. As long as there are still people who want to prolong their life and achieve immortality, the evil god cult will never be able to eradicate them.

Not to mention the various sects in Huizhou, even in the Huailong Palace there are people who practice the worship of gods, and even in the Longhu Temple...

"Let's go. It's time to meet the 'genius' that the old master uncle values ​​so much."

Gong Jiuchuan turned around and disappeared on the deck. Yan Sanxing glanced at the crowd on the dock and disappeared as well.

……

……

Huiyan Tower is located in the east of Dechang Prefecture.

It is said to be a restaurant, but in fact it is a manor. Before the Dragon and Tiger Banquet, this manor was unknown to outsiders. Now, as the news spread, people realized that this was actually a villa of the Longhu Yu family.

This building is close to the city river and covers a huge area. It is divided into three courtyards inside and outside, with the 16-story Huiyan Tower standing in the middle.

"It's so lively!"

Li Yuan saw the tall building and the bustling crowd nearby from a few streets away. At first glance, the lights of various weapons intertwined into a sea, almost blinding him.

Sharp blade, top-grade sharp blade, famous instrument, top-grade famous instrument...

"The best famous instrument!"

Li Yuan's eyes turned, and he saw a top-grade famous weapon in the tide of weapon light, but in a flash, he saw a dazzling golden light.

"Magic weapon!"

(End of this chapter)