Swords emerge from Mount Hua, sweeping across the heavens from the world of Swordsman.

"His mastery of the Spiritual Finger is probably even above mine," Hua Manlou said. Although he couldn't see, he could hear some of the sounds from the outside world through sound, which was more effective than human eyes.

"He is not only skilled in finger techniques, but also a master swordsman." Ximen Chuixue's focus was somewhat different.

Although the young man did not use a sword in his moves, his agile movements subtly implied sword techniques.

"So young, yet possessing such martial arts skills, could he be one of the Eight Swords of Mount Hua?"

"Just go ask them and you'll find out."

Lu Xiaofeng smiled, shook his fan, and took the lead in walking towards the young man, clasping his hands in a fist and bowing, saying, "May I ask how I should address you, brother?"

Seeing Lu Xiaofeng's polite manner, the young man's expression softened: "My name is Mei Changhua."

Mei Changhua came in second place in the sect competition nine years ago, while Yue Xuan came in first.

However, he and Yue Xuan had different personalities. After graduating from the Martial Arts Hall, he spent most of his time cultivating in the sect and remained unknown.

"So, after all this time, you're not one of the Eight Swords of Mount Hua!" Sikong Zhaixing exclaimed in surprise.

With just that one Lingxi Finger technique and his profound internal strength, he would rank among the top masters in the martial arts world.

I never expected that besides the Eight Swords of Huashan and Yue Xuan, there would be such a powerful disciple among the Huashan disciples.

Mei Changhua smiled faintly: "My martial arts skills are weak. It's difficult for me to even enter the top fifty in Mount Hua. How dare I compare myself to Senior Brother Yang and the others?"

"It's difficult to even rank in the top fifty?" Lu Xiaofeng's four eyebrows furrowed together; that was far too modest of him.

"Hehe, the sword duel is about to begin, so I won't chat with you four any longer." After saying that, Mei Changhua turned around, gathered his strength, took a step, and leaped off the cliff, disappearing from sight, leaving the four of them bewildered in the wind.

Does this guy have some misunderstanding about 'low martial arts skills'?

"Old monkey, we know you're incredibly skilled with your thieves and have unparalleled lightness skills, but Mount Hua is far more terrifying than we imagine. Don't get carried away with your thieving ways!" Lu Xiaofeng warned Sikong Zhaixing warily.

Sikong Zhaixing's face darkened, and she said irritably, "Do I need you to remind me of that?"

Actually, he had just considered visiting secret places like the Huashan Sutra Repository, but he put those thoughts aside at this moment.

The same scene is playing out in many places on Mount Hua.

You can encounter any unassuming Huashan disciple who can display remarkable martial arts skills, yet they always have an indifferent expression on their face.

This greatly shocked the martial arts community, and even those with ill intentions calmed down, no longer daring to act arrogantly and cause trouble.

……

Two hours later, the Jade Maiden Peak of Mount Hua was packed with people.

The front row was divided into several areas with chairs, which were prepared for the various sects and prominent figures.

Major sects such as Wudang, Emei, and Shenjian Villa have all taken their seats.

As for those who came without invitations, they could only stand at the back.

There was a great deal of discussion and commotion in the room.

"See that noble-looking man? That's Xie Xiaofeng, one of the strongest fighters in this Mount Hua Sword Tournament."

"He defeated Hua Shaokun, an elder of Mount Hua, when he was just over ten years old, and became famous throughout the world."

But in his twenties, he grew disgusted with the killing in the martial world and disguised himself as the useless Aji, hiding in a brothel for seven years.

"Ha! In the torrent of worldly affairs, once you enter the martial world, you can't avoid fighting and killing if you want to survive and gain a foothold."

What's the point of him hiding? He's still forced to step forward again.

"As long as there are people, there will be grudges, and there will be struggles for power and reputation. Where there are grudges and struggles, there is the Jianghu (江湖, a term referring to the martial arts world or a world of intrigue and conflict). People are the Jianghu, and who can withdraw from it!"

"However, he was born into a noble family and was the emperor of swordsmen. Yet he was able to live in a filthy place like a brothel for seven years. His heart must have been cleansed of all its impurities, and his swordsmanship had reached a higher level."

"I've heard that Yan Shisan, who has always regarded him as his rival, has also developed a fourteenth version of the Thirteen Deadly Swords. That is definitely a very strong sword. It's hard to say who would be stronger if the two of them faced off."

"There are also Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue, both of whom have taken swordsmanship to its extreme. A battle between the two is inevitable."

"Don't forget the flawless young master Yue Xuan. Although he is much younger than the four of them, his swordsmanship has been personally taught by Sect Leader Yue, which is enough to make him a worthy opponent for them."

"In fact, when martial arts reach their level, success or failure is only a hair's breadth away; without fighting, there will never be a result."

This Mount Hua Sword Tournament is truly a grand event in the martial arts world, bringing them all together.

This trip was definitely worthwhile.

……

Amidst the discussions, Yue Zhuoqun led the entire Huashan group to the area and sat down in the eastern part of the mountain.

Hua Shaokun strode to the center of the arena, surveyed the assembled crowd, and spoke with a smile:

"Heroes, my lords!"

Each of the four words contained powerful internal force, and the sound waves immediately suppressed the discussions in the room.

Chapter 91: Throwing bricks to attract others

The people in the room were secretly shocked and all cast surprised glances at Hua Shaokun.

Their impression of Hua Shaokun was basically that he had been defeated by his eleven-year-old nephew Xie Xiaofeng, and for the next twenty years he had been managing the martial arts hall on Mount Hua and rarely ventured into the martial arts world again. Therefore, most people in the martial arts world subconsciously felt that Hua Shaokun's martial arts skills were not that high.

In fact, although Hua Shaokun has focused his energy on training disciples of the Chuanwu Hall over the years, he has never given up martial arts. He has mastered the Zixia Divine Skill and the first volume of the Nine Yin Manual, and his internal strength has reached a very high level.

That's how he managed to drown out the entire audience and startle everyone.

Unfazed by the astonished looks on everyone's faces, he continued, "..."

"The main purpose of this Mount Hua Sword Tournament is to make friends through martial arts, and everyone is welcome to participate voluntarily. Of course, in order to avoid damaging the harmony, please try to stop when you have just touched someone."

As he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the room became increasingly heated, and those eager to compete were even more itching to get started.

"As the host, the Huashan Sect will have one of my disciples to offer a preliminary suggestion!"

Hua Shaokun smiled, said no more, and turned to wave to the crowd of people from Mount Hua:

"Changhua, you go first."

"Yes, Master."

Mei Changhua, sword in hand, slowly walked into the arena, calm and composed.

He bowed to the assembled heroes and said, "Mei Changhua, a disciple of Mount Hua, would like to invite any expert to come forward and offer their guidance."

"Mei Changhua? This name is unfamiliar. He's probably just an insignificant disciple of Mount Hua!"

"Since this is meant to be a pretext, it's a bit presumptuous of the Huashan Sect not to send out the Eight Swords of Huashan."

After a moment of hesitation, a young swordsman in white robes stepped out from the Wudang camp. Many people mistook him for Ximen Chuixue, as the two had an extremely similar demeanor.

"Ye Guhong, a disciple of Wudang, has come to learn the Huashan swordsmanship!"

His temperament is very similar to that of Ximen Chuixue, but in reality he has a deep relationship with Ye Gucheng. He was originally Ye Gucheng's cousin, but he became a disciple of the Wudang Sect and even got the nickname "Little White Dragon of Wudang".

Moreover, he was very ambitious, having practiced Wudang martial arts diligently for many years, and always regarded Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng as his role models.

This Mount Hua Sword Tournament is his chance to make a name for himself.

First, make a name for yourself, then challenge Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng, and become the most outstanding swordsman in the world.

Therefore, he stepped forward without hesitation.

Mei Changhua nodded and gestured with his hands in invitation: "Draw your sword."

"If I draw my sword first, you probably won't even have a chance to fight back. You should draw your sword first." Ye Guhong's cold eyes were full of arrogance.

If the Eight Swords of Mount Hua were to appear, he might be able to be more modest, but he had never even heard of Mei Changhua's name, so he wouldn't take it to heart.

Upon hearing his arrogant words, Mei Changhua raised an eyebrow but said nothing more. With a flick of his wrist, his longsword was instantly drawn.

Keng!

With a flash of light, the sword pierced towards Ye Guhong's wrist like lightning.

"Good swordsmanship!"

His move immediately drew cheers from the crowd.

As the saying goes, an expert will know if something is there as soon as he makes a move.

Ye Gucheng, Ximen Chuixue, Xie Xiaofeng and others were all masters of swordsmanship, and the Wudang and Emei sects were also highly accomplished in swordsmanship.

Just from Mei Changhua's swift sword strike, one can see how strong his swordsmanship is.

Looking across the entire martial arts world, there aren't many people who can reach this level.

Ye Guhong's eyelids twitched as he was stunned by the sharp sword move. He took a step back and was about to draw his sword to defend.

But Mei Changhua's longsword left a white trail in the air, and the tip of the sword reached his wrist, forcing him to be unable to draw his sword.

You don't want to draw your sword? Then don't.

Mei Changhua had a faint, cold smile on his lips. No matter how Ye Guhong moved, the tip of his sword never left his wrist.

Ye Guhong stomped his feet on the ground and used the Wudang School's "Ladder Cloud Leap" lightness skill to create distance between himself and Mei Changhua.

But Mei Changhua's shoulders swayed, and his body followed suit, soaring into the air like a magnificent wild goose, never leaving her side.

Despite several attempts to dodge, Ye Guhong was unable to deflect Mei Changhua's attacks or draw his sword, and his face flushed red.

I never imagined that this nobody I looked down on would have such high martial arts skills.