Chapter 300: Experts are like clouds, geniuses are like rain

Chapter 300: Experts are like clouds, geniuses are like rain

Chapter 300: Experts are like clouds, geniuses are like rain

So domineering.

Looking at Yan Chunyang riding his horse slowly along the long street, surrounded by people like a street-cleaning tiger, Li Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and two golden lights, one light and one dark, shone together.

【Little Dragon Sword (Level 7)】

[The divine weapon is made of a complete king of dragons, supplemented by thousands of kinds of refined iron, and forged by the Heavenly Prosperity Mysterious Soldiers and the Demon-Subduing Dragon Divine Sword. It has spirituality.]

[Control conditions: Perfection of the Demon Subduing Heavenly Power and mastery of the Dragon God Sword Skill]

[Control Effect: Level 7 (Light Gold): Great Perfection of Subduing Demons, Great Perfection of Dragon God Sword Skills
Level 6 (Yellow): Thunder Dragon Form, Flood Dragon Form]

[Little Dragon God Armor (Level 8)]

[Mainly made of the scales of various dragons, supplemented by the incense of hundreds of gods, the spirituality has been born]

[Control conditions: Pure Yang body, perfect horizontal training at the level of ultimate skill]

[Control Effect: Level 8 (Gold): Blessing of the Gods
Level 7 (Light Gold): Hard to be hurt by any blade, horizontal training talent]

Seventh-level divine sword, eighth-level divine armor!
He is still a precious boy...

Looking down at the long street from the sixth floor, Li Yuan couldn't help but be a little shocked. Thinking about the old Taoist Nie who didn't even have a magic weapon, he wanted to shed tears for him.

'People are more likely to die than others.'

Li Yuan's attention was all on the magic weapon. It was only when he heard Shi Yushu's muttering that he remembered who this person was.

The only king of a different surname in Dayun, the only disciple of King Zhenwu Wan Zhuliu, was made a marquis at a young age, was gifted, and was a young prodigy.

It is said that when he was born, thousands of temples in the imperial capital shook and the gods blessed him, which shocked the world...

"Yan Chunyang is here too?"

Shi Yushu was shocked and looked back at Li Yuan. Seeing that he was looking at me with interest and didn't seem to recognize me, he couldn't help but whispered:
"Junior Brother Li, this person is the only disciple of King Zhenwu and the best of the younger generation of Wanlong Dao..."

"heard about it."

Li Yuan nodded, but his heart was moved. He remembered that Long Xinglie went down the mountain half a year ago, and it seemed that he was going to "welcome" this person?
"Where is the eldest brother?"

Li Yuan changed his mind and looked towards the long street. Yan Chunyang reined in his dragon horse. At the end of the long street, Long Xinglie strode over, followed by Xin Wenhua, Shan Hong, Lin Fangzhui and others.

The two looked at each other from a distance, and the long street seemed to be quiet.

"Long Xinglie."

Yan Chunyang held the reins of his horse and looked indifferently at Long Xinglie at the end of the long street. His voice was not loud, but everyone inside and outside the long street heard it clearly:

"Is the injury healed?"

There was a hint of indifference and teasing in the conversation, and Li Yuan in the restaurant even frowned when he heard it.

"It's just a minor injury, nothing serious."

Long Xinglie's expression remained unchanged, and he responded sharply: "I heard that the imperial court's 'Jade Dew Pills' are a holy medicine for healing. I didn't believe it at first, but now it seems that it is indeed worthy of its reputation.

Lord Yan was seriously injured, but now he can't see any signs of it."

"Ha~"

Yan Chunyang curled his lips and said, "You overestimate yourself. When have I ever been injured?"

"Whether it is or not, you know and I know."

Long Xinglie did not dwell on this and said calmly, "Although Lord Yan has no shortage of places to go, as the host, I still ask as a matter of routine, Lord Yan, do you want to stay at the post station?"

"No need."

Yan Chunyang shook the reins of his horse lightly, and the masters of Zhenwu Hall followed him in front and behind. Before leaving, he looked up as if he had sensed something and looked towards the restaurant next to him.

Shi Yulou was watching and suddenly caught a glimpse of it, and was slightly startled.

"Very proud."

After watching King Zhenwu and his entourage leave, Li Yuan said something to Shi Yulou, then quickly went downstairs and found Long Xinglie.

"Big brother."

Li Yuan bowed in greeting.

Shi Yulou also hurriedly followed, bowed and introduced himself.

"It turns out to be the young master."

Long Xinglie returned the gifts one by one and did not refuse the two's invitation. He led Xin Wenhua and others upstairs.

At this time, the restaurant waiter brought up the wine and food.

"Big Brother, did you fight with Yan Chunyang?"

Just after sitting down and without even drinking a glass of wine, Lin Fangzhui couldn't wait to ask questions. This true disciple who was ranked fourth on the Dragon List had a dark and honest face and a low voice.

"We fought seven times in half a year."

Long Xinglie held the wine glass, his expression calm but with a hint of solemnity: "This man's talent is probably not inferior to his teacher Wan Zhuliu. I couldn't find a chance to win in the seven battles."

All seven battles were tied?

The expressions of everyone in the box changed.

No one present knew much about Yan Chunyang, their knowledge of him was limited to intelligence reports. But how could everyone not know about Long Xinglie's innate martial arts?

It is recognized by the martial arts world as the true seed of becoming a land immortal.

and……

"Then, Yan Chunyang seems to be less than 40 years old?"

Xin Wenhua couldn't sit still any longer.

"About thirty."

Long Xinglie's heart was obviously not as calm as his appearance: "This person is proficient in many unique skills, and he has practiced Wan Zhuliu's two great skills, 'Subduing Demon Heavenly Gang' and 'Dragon God Sword', to the fourth level or above..."

"Talent, better than me."

This……

Everyone in the box looked at each other, and they all heard the fear in Long Xinglie's voice.

"Another Wan Zhuliu?"

Lin Fang was holding the wine glass, his heart was shaken: "Then this time the martial arts performance..."

"I couldn't find a chance to win, and neither could he."

Long Xinglie drank the wine in his cup and dropped it heavily: "After returning to the mountain this time, I will go into seclusion to prepare for the martial arts performances in two years." "I wish you a successful start, Senior Brother."

Everyone raised their glasses.

The atmosphere in the box was somewhat solemn. Long Xinglie drank a few glasses of wine and asked:
"By the way, when I returned to the city just now, I heard that dragons and tigers appeared together twice in the past six months?"

"true."

Xin Wenhua nodded and talked about the shock caused by the two appearances of the dragon and the tiger.

"After the first appearance of the dragon and tiger, I have been looking for this person. I even waited for a while with several elders of the sect..."

Lin Fang added.

"There are many speculations inside and outside the sect that this person is very likely the rumored Black Whale Hammer Master Li Yuanba."

Shan Hong was a man of few words, and only spoke hoarsely at this moment.

"Li Yuanba?"

Long Xinglie frowned slightly: "Li Yuanba is probably a pseudonym, but it is indeed possible that he is the master of the Black Whale Hammer. If so, it may not be a good thing."

"You're all thinking about me."

Li Yuan drank silently, listening to everyone's discussions, and couldn't help but murmur in his heart.

"Um?!"

While everyone was talking, they suddenly heard a very loud tiger roar coming from a distance.

"The stone plaque of the ancestor?"

Long Xinglie frowned. Xin Wenhua, Shan Hong and others had already jumped out of the window. Li Yuan looked in the direction of the sound and saw the gate of Longhu Mountain.

The wind was howling wildly, and the shadow of a huge white tiger appeared in the sky. It looked up to the sky and howled loudly, the sound was heard for dozens of miles and attracted countless people's attention.

"The white tiger appears."

Shi Yushu leaped to a high place and could see from afar that the gate of Longhu Mountain was crowded with people. There were countless people like him standing on the high place and gazing into the distance.

"Who is this fellow?"

Shi Yushu felt a little jealous.

The gate of Longhu Mountain and the stone plaque of the founder are famous. Over the past thousand years, there has been no shortage of geniuses from his sect coming here to conduct experiments. He had also deliberately gone back and forth several times before, but to no avail.

"Another genius with the potential to become a master!"

Shi Yushu's eyes flickered and he hurried over. Xin Wenhua, Shan Hong and others also hurried over. Countless people who were watching the fun rushed over.

Li Yuan followed the crowd and followed Long Xinglie at a leisurely pace.

After a while, Li Yuan saw the young man standing under the stone plaque of the mountain gate. He had a long sword on his back, his expression was cold and stern, and he was as sharp as the sword.

“Pei Jiu!”

Seeing this person, Xin Wenhua's face suddenly darkened and became very ugly.

"Pei Jiu from the Changhong Sword Sect?"

Li Yuan's heart moved, and Long Xinglie's voice came to his ears: "Among the several major Taoist sects, the Changhong Sword Sect has the worst relationship with our Longhu Temple.
This Pei Jiu is the second most talented contemporary disciple of the Changhong Sword School. "

The Changhong Sword Sect had a bad relationship with the Longhu Temple. Li Yuan knew this when he first entered Hengshan City. After all, a master of the Changhong Sword Sect had been killed in Hengshan City, and his name was even hung on a stone tablet to warn future generations.

"There are so many experts."

Feeling the dazzling light of weapons, Li Yuan couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

These talented masters who are rarely seen under normal circumstances, have gathered here for various martial arts performances. At first glance, don’t they look like a crowd of masters?
“Pei Jiu!”

Li Yuan heard Xin Wenhua's scolding, but it was soon drowned out by all the noise. As Pei Jiu caused the white tiger to appear, countless people followed suit.

……

"Xin Wenhua, has not yet had his blood transfused. He has top-notch aptitude, but without a magic weapon in hand, he is not worth mentioning."

"Lin Fangzhui and Shan Hong are the same."

"The current generation of Dragon and Tiger Temple is not outstanding, except for Long Xinglie, who is much stronger than Dou Yue Monk, Han Tong, Lin Jia and other true disciples of the previous generation."

……

In an old house in the east of the city, Yan Chunyang sat quietly under a tree drinking tea, while several old servants reported various information in a low voice.

"Roar!"

When the sound of the white tiger's long roar was heard, Yan Chunyang raised his eyebrows slightly.

huh~
His brows twitched, and one of the servants waiting in the courtyard rushed out like lightning. He had excellent martial arts skills and soon returned, bowing and reporting:

"Pei Jiu, the true disciple of Changhong Sword School, born with the sword form..."

"Pei Jiu? I have some impression of him..."

Yan Chunyang thought about it, and after listening to the old servant's report, he understood a little: "I remember that there were two old ghosts squatting in the stone plaque at the gate of Longhu Mountain. Was it Pei Jiu's talent that attracted one of them?"

"My Lord, be careful with your words."

The old servant lowered his voice. He didn't have the courage of the marquis, so he felt a little frightened when he heard what he said.

Although Longhu Temple is famous for its elixirs, its strength is also extremely terrifying and is definitely not something they can afford to provoke.

"interesting."

Looking at the howling white tiger in the sky, Yan Chunyang narrowed his eyes slightly. The old servants on both sides had already told him the origin of the stone plaque and the names of people who had caused turmoil in this monument over the years.

"Long Yingchan, Nie Xianshan, Long Xixiang? Hmm, Long Xinglie, Li Yuan? There is such a person in Longhu Temple? Oh, a new member."

Yan Chunyang listened to a few sentences casually and became curious:

"How do we lure out these two old ghosts? Do we have to go through the mountain gate? Is that so troublesome?"

"My Lord, you..."

Several old servants and the masters of the Zhenwu Hall in the courtyard were all nervous. They were indeed frightened by the actions of this marquis.

"Go back."

Yan Chunyang raised his hand to dismiss everyone. He gently turned the beads on his wrist. A faint light and shadow emerged from the beads and fell into the shadows.

"Yingxin, where is my master?"

(End of this chapter)