Both worlds are like dreams

The others also looked over there. Even though Bei Ling had sent out a large number of martial arts masters, someone still defeated the Xiyue delegation in the end.

If the duel continues, the only opponent who can take action is Lan Ruofeng.

At this time, an official from the Honglu Temple in Beiling asked: "May I ask if the Xiyue envoys want to continue to make friends through military means?"

The bearded guard of Xiyue shouted: "Of course. I come to challenge the master of the Double Seven Sword Technique."

"Stand back!" said Prince Xiyue.

The bearded man had no choice but to step aside unwillingly.

Prince Xiyue continued, "Mr. Fu is one of the best fighters in Xiyue, but he still lost to this fighter. This shows his strength. His double seven swordsmanship really opened our eyes. Since we have met, it means we are destined to meet. This is worthwhile to make friends through martial arts. Xiyue will send out the last fighter. Are you willing to continue the competition?"

Wei Yunzhou clasped his fists and saluted, "I am Wei Yunzhou from the Guigu Sect and would like to test my sword skills with the Sect Master of the Tianjian Sect. I hope you can teach me."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the audience was shocked. Could the Tianjian Sect leader they had been waiting for really take action?

The curtain was drawn aside, Lan Ruofeng stood up, and everyone's eyes were immediately drawn to him.

Is this the leader of the Tianjian Sect? He was wearing a blue-gray Taoist robe and holding a famous sword, looking like an immortal. He just stood there quietly, but he seemed to be emitting an amazing aura.

Lan Ruofeng spoke slowly, "When I was young, I asked Guigu for swordsmanship, but was rejected, and never had the chance to see the Shuangqi swordsmanship. I didn't expect to see it here with my own eyes. Young man, are you really willing to test your swordsmanship with me?"

Gu Qinglan, who had been watching the battle in the pavilion, frowned slightly and said to Mo Ruilin, "Brother Wei has just experienced a great battle, and he is definitely no match for Lan Ruofeng at this moment."

Mo Ruilin also frowned and stared at Lan Ruofeng.

Wei Yunzhou knew better than anyone that even in his prime, he was not sure of winning against Lan Ruofeng, but he would never retreat. So he said, "I am willing."

"Are you from Beiling?" Lan Ruofeng asked.

"No."

"Then why should we draw our swords for them?"

"For the sake of friendship." Wei Yunzhou said calmly.

"Just for friends?" Lan Ruofeng looked at him meaningfully, "Will you fight for other friends as well?"

"No." Wei Yunzhou said concisely.

"Young man," Lan Ruofeng smiled, "Have you thought it through? As a descendant of Guigu, your choice is very important."

Wei Yunzhou had already heard the intention behind his words. He was not one to beat around the bush, so he said directly, "I have made my choice."

"My sword has not been unsheathed for ten years. If it is to be unsheathed, life and death will be at stake." A murderous look flashed across Lan Ruofeng's eyes.

Hearing this, everyone was shocked.

Mo Ruilin stood up and said, "Sir, the original intention of the competition between the two countries is to make friends through martial arts, not to talk about life and death."

"I am the envoy of Xiyue, but I am also a swordsman. If you want me to draw my sword, then I will not care about life or death, and it has nothing to do with the diplomatic relations between the two countries."

Gu Qinglan said, "Brother Wei's identity as the heir of Guiguzi must have made Xiyue want to win him over. Now that he has failed to win him over, I am afraid he will..."

Mo Xingyue said angrily: "What a shameless statement."

Really, Mo Ruilin thought.

Wei Yunzhou naturally knew why Lan Ruofeng wanted to take action, and his expression remained calm, "Senior is right, you and I are just swordsmen, and our life and death have nothing to do with the two countries."

The implication is that no matter how they fight, Xiyue and Beiling must not interfere.

"Brother Wei," Gu Qinglan and Mo Ruilin walked onto the stage, "No."

Mo Ruilin also whispered to dissuade him, "He is clearly trying to embarrass you on purpose, but you can refuse, but you must not agree."

The second prince, Mo Zhenyu, also stood up and said, "Although you two are swordsmen, there is no rule in the martial arts world that states that a sword fight must be a matter of life and death. After all, you two are just opponents, not enemies."

Lan Ruofeng just looked at Wei Yunzhou and said, "Young man, if you don't want to talk about life and death, I can also not draw my sword. The same goes for the people present. If you want to challenge me, you must draw your sword to discuss life and death."

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. If they didn't fight, it would be like Bei Ling admitting defeat. But if they went up to fight, if Lan Ruofeng really wanted to kill him, he would probably be seriously injured if not killed.

While everyone was hesitating, Wei Yunzhou's eyes were firm, and he said word by word: "I am willing to test my sword with you, senior."

"Brother Wei!" Gu Qinglan frowned.

"Okay." Lan Ruofeng said with a smile. "You are indeed a young swordsman with lofty ambitions. But you have just experienced a great battle, and your internal strength is very low. If I attack you now, it will be unbearable. One day later, I will borrow your country's Xuanyuantai to fight with this young man, regardless of life or death."

Wei Yunzhou put away the Broken Soul, bowed to Lan Ruofeng, turned around and left.

Lan Ruofeng said, "Young man, you don't have much time left. It's not too late for you to regret."

Wei Yunzhou left Xuanyuantai without stopping.

Gu Qinglan and others quickly followed.

The Xiyue envoys also returned to the inn to rest, and most of the people on the scene left. The third prince, Mo Yiming, seemed to be still asleep, yawning as he walked to Mo Zhenyu's side, "Second brother, you are really eager to recruit talents! You don't miss any opportunity to show your kindness."

Mo Zhenyu glanced at him calmly, "Then why did Third Brother come here?"

"Of course, I want to see beauties," Mo Yiming said with a smile, "I heard that the little beauty from Guigu Sect competed with Qin Ji in poetry yesterday. Not only did she win, she was also called the most talented woman by the people of Shangyang City. It's a pity that I didn't see it with my own eyes."

"Third brother, as a child of the royal family, you should abide by the rules of etiquette in everything you say and do. You keep saying such frivolous things all day long. If the emperor knew, wouldn't he blame you?"

"Second brother, you might as well take care of fifth brother. He spends all day in places of pleasure, drinking and having fun. He is much more dissolute than me." Mo Yiming snorted coldly.

Mo Zhenyu was too lazy to explain to him that Mo Ruilin was indeed fond of romantic matters, but he never did anything reckless and did not need him to worry about it at all.

He said no more and turned away.

Mo Yiming smiled disdainfully behind him and left Xuanyuantai.