Young White Horse: The Poison Sword Master of the Wen Family, Shocking the Apocalypse

"Uncle and cousin, why do I feel that the boy who just passed by me is so familiar!"

Baili Dongjun frowned slightly, recalling some childhood memories in his mind.

"It seems like an old friend?" Wen Yanzhao smiled and asked playfully.

"Oh cousin, stop making fun of me. What kind of old friends could I have?" Baili Dongjun said angrily.

Ever since Wen Yanzhao exchanged for Wuming's supreme swordsmanship, Wen Hujiu, a master of the Great Free and Easy Realm, naturally felt that his entire aura had changed.

Although he looks like a gentleman, gentle and quiet.

But if you look at it from behind, it always feels like a straight green sword, prominent but not noticeable, standing proudly in the world.

Moreover, although Wen Yanzhao is the same age as Baili Dongjun, he always seems to be much calmer and more mature than Baili Dongjun.

Wen pot of wine smiled and shook his head, feeling relieved and emotional.

After walking for a while, they arrived at the outskirts of the sword forest.

At this time, more than a hundred swordsmen and knights, some holding weapons of various shapes or carrying them on their backs, had gathered here.

The sword forest was filled with sword energy, sharp swords were flying in the air, and swords were stuck diagonally on the ground, some shining brightly, some rusty.

As the name "Sword Forest" suggests, swords gather together to form a forest, which is the Sword Forest!

"Uncle, look at the many swordsmen over there. How many of them do you think can fight against my cousin?"

Baili Dongjun asked, putting his hands on the awning and looking at the crowd in the distance.

"It's hard to say! Jianghu is so vast that there are many hidden talents! However, if there are people of the same generation as your cousin, I can guarantee that there is not even one!"

He half-closed his eyes while warming the pot of wine and said confidently.

"According to you, we are determined to win this Sword Forest Event?" As Baili Dongjun spoke, little stars seemed to twinkle in his eyes.

"With your uncle's attainments in swordsmanship, taking a Cang Hai sword is no problem! If you want to take a higher-quality sword, you'll have to use poison!"

He pouted while warming the pot of wine and replied to Baili Dongjun in a funny way.

"Cang Hai? What does that mean..."

Baili Dongjun did not understand the grades of swords in this world.

Hearing this, Wenhujiu, who was drinking in front, turned around suddenly and said:

"After we enter the Sword Forest, I will explain it to you slowly!"

"Uncle, no matter what the sea or the mountain is, since I, Baili Dongjun, want to practice swordsmanship, I must practice the most powerful swordsmanship in the world!"

"Since we want to seize the sword, we must seize the most precious sword in the world!"

Baili Dongjun raised his head and took a big gulp of sword wine, speaking in a loud voice with high spirits.

"Okay, okay, my cousin is ambitious! How about I take the best sword from there and give it to you?"

Wen Yanzhao rubbed his cousin's little head lovingly.

"Stop wasting time, you two little rascals! Hurry up and get in. If you miss the sword-grabbing event, I'll see where you'll go to cry!"

Wenhujiu urged from the front.

"I'm coming……"

Wen Yanzhao pulled Baili Dongjun up and followed him to warm the pot of wine.

……

After more than an hour, the three of them entered the depths of the sword forest, which was filled with fog and looked like a fairyland.

The scenery here is quite different from that outside the Sword Forest.

The surrounding area is still full of natural scenery with towering ancient trees, flowers and birds.

After passing the formation formed by Qimen Dunjia and arriving at the real sword forest, Wen Yanzhao looked up and realized that it was a deep cave carved by knives and axes by skilled craftsmen.

In the center, there is a huge stone platform with a diameter of more than thirty to twenty feet, which is used by swordsmen to compete in sword-grabbing.

At this moment, there were no less than three to five hundred swordsmen and heroes in the Sword Forest, and it was very lively with people coming and going.

From time to time, disciples of Mingjian Villa, wearing white robes and blue shirts and holding long swords, would appear in the crowd to guide the way and maintain order.

"How magnificent! Uncle, I didn't expect it to be so grand inside!"

Baili Dongjun was amazed at the grandeur of the sword forest and couldn't help but speak out.

"Of course. Speaking of which, there is another great sword-making sect in the martial arts world that has a close relationship with us!"

Wenhujiu sighed.

"My uncle is talking about Master Zhuo Mo Lei Mengsha?"

Wen Yanzhao's eyes moved slightly and he interrupted.

"That's right, the one Lei Mengsha married was none other than the daughter of Li Suwang, the master of the Sword Heart Tomb—Li Xinyue, the heir of the Heart Sword!"

He warmed the pot of wine, put his hands on his hips, and talked as he walked.

"Good fellow, it turns out that the chatterbox Lei Mengsha has such ability that he can marry the heir of the Heart Sword. I really underestimated him!"

Baili Dongjun rolled his eyes and complained.

And in Tianqi City, thousands of miles away, Lei Mengsha: "A-choo!"

After a huge sneeze, I saw stars and it took a long time for me to return to normal.

Then, he wondered to himself, muttering, "It feels like someone is teasing me from behind?"

……

Soon, the uncle, nephew, and niece walked to the stone platform for the competition and instantly attracted the attention of all the swordsmen.

Wen Yanzhao is as gentle as jade, with a cold and ruthless face;

Baili Dongjun's eyes are like bright stars, and he has the spirit of a young man;

Warming up a pot of wine, dusty and a little slovenly...

Some people in the crowd began to discuss:

"Hey, look at those guys! Aren't they the young master of the Wen family who caused such a commotion in Chaisang City on the Southwest Road?"

"Yes, the Poison Bodhisattva is here to warm the pot of wine and the young marquis of Zhenxi Marquis's Mansion is here too. Why are they here too?"

"I heard that the young master of the Wen family, Wen Yanzhao, has made a meteoric rise to the top! It is said that his ability to use poison is no less than that of his uncle, the Poison Bodhisattva!"

"Comparison is the thief of envy. He has such a high level of cultivation at the age of seventeen or eighteen. I can't even dream of him!"

"Humph! That's nothing great, it was just luck. I won't admit defeat in terms of swordsmanship!"

"Yes, no matter how powerful he is, he is no match for the heir of Wushuang City!"

"Is Wushuang City necessary? My Qingcheng Sword Sect can help him broaden his horizons!"

"It's going to be a good show now. I wonder how many young talents will challenge the young master of the Wen family..."

……

As a long-standing event in the martial arts world, Jianlin is known to everyone in the world.

Among them were many martial arts heroes and people from the underworld who had met Wen Yanzhao and others in Chaisang City.

Wen Yanzhao and Wen Hujiu were both masters of the Xiaoyaotian realm. Although they were far away, they had already heard the discussions among the crowd.

"My nephew has become famous now. Your name, Wen Yanzhao, is almost more famous than mine, Poison Bodhisattva, in the martial arts world!"

He sighed as he warmed the pot of wine, pretending to be disappointed but now he sighed in secret with relief.

"It's all just empty reputation, not worth mentioning~"

Wen Yanzhao couldn't suppress the smile and pretended to be modest.

"When those people come to challenge you, don't use poison, otherwise our Wen family will incur public wrath!"

He reminded me to warm the pot of wine.

"They are not worthy of asking me to use poison. They underestimate your nephew!"

Wen Yanzhao stood with his hands behind his back.

"Cousin, please be careful. Who knows what these people are up to?"

Baili Dongjun said with some worry.

"Don't worry, cousin!"

As soon as Wen Yanzhao finished speaking, the Qingcheng Sect disciple in the crowd jumped up and blocked the way of Wen Yanzhao and others.

"I am Bu Zhixing, the chief disciple of Qingcheng Sect. I have come here to ask the young master of the Wen family for advice!"

Bu Zhixing was wearing a light blue Taoist robe and carrying a two-foot-five-inch ancient sword with pine patterns on his back. He looked quite good.

"Your Excellency's cultivation is only at the Free Land level. How can you have the courage to come and ask me for advice?"

Wen Yanzhao's tone was cold, and he moved his fingers slightly to warm the pot of wine.

Wenhujiu understood what was going on and pulled Baili Dongjun, who was about to join in the fun, aside and watched the show while drinking.

"Xiao Baili, don't join in the fun. How will your uncle explain to your mother if you get hurt? Come drink here with me and watch the show!"

While warming the pot of wine, he held Baili Dongjun's clothes with one hand, and with the other hand he lifted the gourd and took a sip of the wine, which smelled like a sword and was very cold in the mouth.

"Uncle, please let me go. I'm not going to fight with anyone!"

Baili Dongjun struggled, his face full of reluctance.

After Wen Hujiu released Baili Dongjun, he behaved well and stared at Wen Yanzhao with his eyes.

……

Outside the stone platform, Wen Yanzhao still stood with his hands behind his back, his face calm, but his eyes full of contempt.

Seeing his attitude, Bu Zhixing in front of him became furious and twisted his sword with both hands, and the ancient sword with pine patterns on the scabbard behind him was unsheathed!

Bu Zhixing pointed his sword at Wen Yanzhao and said coldly, "Master Wen, draw your sword!"

"I'm sorry, your skills are not good enough for me to use my sword!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Yanzhao waved his finger, and the first level of invisible sword energy in the supreme sword art instantly arrived!

"Shh!"

Bu Zhixing saw an extremely sharp invisible sword energy coming towards him. He infused his true energy into his sword and raised it to block it!

"clang!"

With a sound of metal clashing, the ancient pine-patterned sword in Bu Zhixing's hand was shattered into several pieces by the sword energy that was casually swung out!

[System: Congratulations to the host for defeating the first disciple of the Free Land Realm Sect and gaining 500 reputation! ]

A system prompt sounded in Wen Yanzhao's mind, and a commotion broke out among the crowd!

Everyone was shocked and looked at Bu Zhixing. His knuckles were already broken and blood was dripping down the hilt of the sword he was holding tightly in his hand...

"How amazing! The senior disciple of Qingcheng Sect who was in the realm of freedom was defeated by him in one move!"

"I didn't even see how he attacked! Was it invisible sword energy?"

"Even those in the Free Earth Realm can't do anything to him, so we in the Vajra Ordinary Realm should just give up on this idea as soon as possible..."

……

Wen Yanzhao defeated the chief disciple of the Qingcheng Sect in the Free Land Realm with one move, even though he scared away many ordinary people.

But there are still many chivalrous swordsmen who are proud of their excellent swordsmanship and extraordinary talent and come forward with swords to challenge!

Not far away, Wenhujiu and Baili Dongjun each took a sip of sword wine, and were already a little drunk at this moment.

Baili Dongjun blushed and asked, "Uncle, how come when my cousin raised his hand just now, that man's sword shattered to the ground!"

Wen Hujiu smiled and said, "Your cousin has already stepped into the Fuyao stage. Whatever he swings is invisible sword energy! He is very skilled in swordsmanship now!"

Baili Dongjun: "Then when can I be as skilled in swordplay as my cousin?"

Warming up the pot of wine: "My dear nephew, please don't follow his example. You have a natural talent for brewing wine. It would be a shame if you don't become a wine immortal!"

Baili Dongjun nodded vigorously in agreement, and at this time Wen Yanzhao was surrounded by swordsmen.

……

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