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

Bu Zhixing, the chief disciple of Qingcheng Sect, was still standing there in a daze, with a look of horror on his face. In his hand, the ancient pine-patterned sword given by his master was only less than a foot long connected to the hilt.

Bu Zhixing just now had the proud look of a child prodigy, thinking that with his cultivation level of entering the Earth Realm before the age of 20 and his immersion in Qingcheng swordsmanship for more than ten years, he would be able to get an advantage or two from Wen Yanzhao and become famous!

Unexpectedly, he was just an enemy of one round!

So Bu Zhixing put away the broken sword and fled out of the sword forest with shame on his face amid the astonished gazes of everyone.

Even though Bu Zhixing alone was no match for him, there were many more swordsmen who showed no fear at all.

Seeing Wen Yanzhao running towards the central stone platform, they were all eager to try, with their swords almost ready to strike...

With every step Wen Yanzhao took, there were naturally more swordsmen who wanted to challenge him and gain fame and prestige.

Looking around, there are many experts in the Free Land Realm and even a few who have entered the Ninth Sky Realm.

Being able to enter the Free and Easy Heaven Realm in their twenties is already a rare existence among their peers, but unfortunately, they met Wen Yanzhao.

At this moment, there was only Ye Dingzhi who was wearing a dark red gown and a conical hat and sitting far away at one end watching the show.

Wen Yanzhao had noticed him out of the corner of his eye a long time ago. As long as he didn't take action, the other swordsmen would be nothing more than experience packs used to gain reputation.

Wen Yanzhao felt a little annoyed as he saw more and more swordsmen and heroes blocking his way.

Their goal is the same as Bu Zhixing's, which is to establish their own authority or become famous.

They are all just guys who are greedy for fame. It would be fun to use poison.

With one move called "Poisonous Roar A Hundred Miles Away", he clapped his hands and the sword forest was instantly littered with corpses.

But if he did so, he would become the mortal enemy of all the swordsmen in the world and all the major sects and forces.

The Wen family of Lingnan will also be implicated and will have no peace!

It would take at least three or two hours to defeat them one by one with swords, and by then, all four swords might be taken away by others.

Then wouldn’t this trip be in vain?

While Wen Yanzhao was thinking, Wei Changfeng, the young master of Mingjian Villa, came over on the stage.

He was wearing a silver-white gown with a collar made of noble rose-red brocade decorated with Suzhou embroidery.

Wei Changfeng looked good, but at the age of nineteen, he did not live up to the reputation of Mingjian Villa. He stood in the middle of the stone platform like a sharp sword. He could not bear to see the crowd of heroes besieging Wen Yanzhao, so he said loudly:

"Everyone, wait a minute. This year's Sword Forest Festival is hosted by Mingjian Villa! I am not talented enough, but I want to ask you a question--"

"You are all famous sword masters in the martial arts world, why are you surrounding this young master? Aren't you afraid of being laughed at by the heroes of the world?"

Wei Changfeng's clear voice was obviously infused with some true energy, and the entire sword forest was filled with the sound of his words.

Upon hearing this, the swordsmen who were approaching Wen Yanzhao step by step stopped, and either turned their heads or glanced sideways at Wei Changfeng who was standing proudly in the center of the stone platform.

Among them, there was a young swordsman who was so proud of himself that he had reached the ninth heaven. He raised his eyebrows and looked unfriendly. He also poured his true energy into it and asked loudly:

"Since the young master has spoken, then we will all follow his instructions! Has anyone said that they want to attack this Master Wen in groups?"

The swordsmen below started to make a noise:

"Who said we were going to have a group fight? Who?"

"Young Master, please don't talk nonsense. None of us has drawn a sword!"

"Yes, is this kid surnamed Wen really worthy of being attacked by hundreds of experts here? He thinks too highly of himself..."

For a moment, the entire sword forest was in turmoil, like water entering boiling oil.

The person who spoke with a big head was Zhuo Yiqiong, the eldest disciple of Taoist Chongxi, the master of Hainan Wuya Sword School.

His words were truly sinister, transferring the conflict directly to Wei Changfeng, deliberately trying to embarrass the young master.

Wen Yanzhao had already realized that if he hesitated any further he would only become more passive, so he gathered his internal strength under his feet and leaped to the center of the stone platform.

"I am Wen Yanzhao from the old Lingnan Wen family! Greetings to the young master of Mingjian Villa!"

Wen Yanzhao steadied his steps and bowed to him.

"Master Wen, why should you be so polite? I have heard of your reputation in recent days. You have achieved great success at such a young age. You are indeed a young hero!"

The young master of Mingjian Villa was a very chivalrous man. He returned the greeting and praised him.

The man in the audience, who was warming a pot of wine, pulled Baili Dongjun, who was staring at the stone platform, and said slyly:

"Your cousin is going to be famous again! The young master of Mingjian Villa is a chivalrous man. They want to challenge your cousin..."

"Why? Aren't they unable to defeat my cousin? Most of these people are at the level of King Kong Mortals. Why would they challenge my cousin who has already entered the Fuyao realm?"

Baili Dongjun didn't understand what was going on, so he clinked his wine gourd with the warm pot of wine and said.

"You don't understand. They want to fight in a round-robin battle. When your cousin's energy is exhausted, there will always be a few people who can take advantage of it!"

"If I can get an advantage over a young hero like him, I can brag about it for at least eight to ten years!"

"What a bunch of evil-minded people! Don't worry, just wait and see how your cousin handles it! If things don't work out, there's still your uncle... Don't just stand there, drink!"

He warmed the pot of wine in a relaxed tone, took a sip of the sword wine and smacked his lips.

He didn't seem to be worried about his nephew at all, but rather had a vague sense of anticipation.

"Oh... well, if my cousin is physically exhausted and my uncle can't do it, then we can use poison! They are unkind, so they can't blame us for being unjust!"

Baili Dongjun frowned, as if he had made up his mind.

"Use poison? Hahahaha... Your cousin is much more poisonous than me now. Don't worry, Xiao Baili! Those guys won't get the slightest advantage..."

The old poisonous man, Wenhujiu, looked at his nephew on the stone platform and smiled like an aunt.

……

At this moment, Wen Yanzhao on the stage saw that the swordsmen below were as numerous as fish crossing the river, and they were all eager to try to fly onto the stone platform.

Then he turned sideways and whispered to Wei Changfeng:

"Young Master, Yan Zhao would like to borrow this stone platform for a while! Please just stand aside and watch the show for now!"

Wei Changfeng was also straightforward. Knowing that Wen Yanzhao was skilled and bold, he kept silent.

He nodded slightly, then floated away on the wind and stopped at the edge of the stone platform.

Seeing that Wei Changfeng had already left, Wen Yanzhao stood on the stone platform with his hands behind his back and said to the crowd below:

"I just asked Young Master Wei to borrow this stone platform. If anyone is dissatisfied, you can come up and challenge me..."

At this point, Wen Yanzhao paused, his eyes as cold as a sword, and after scanning the audience, he continued:

"But this stone platform is limited. It's impossible for all of you to come up at once!"

"I, Wen Yanzhao, am not afraid of you all attacking me in groups. I am just afraid that I will not be able to control my internal force with my sword, and leave a pile of broken limbs on the ground, ruining today's event!"

"There is a rule that I hope you will abide by - a maximum of 32 people from the Vajra Ordinary Realm can come up at a time!"

"Free Land Realm, twelve people!"

"Xiaoyao Tianjing, I guess not many people will come together, I'm in a hurry!"

As soon as Wen Yanzhao said this, everyone in the Sword Forest was shocked. At this moment, they all fell silent, and you could hear a pin drop in the Sword Forest cave.

But within a few breaths, all kinds of sounds began to erupt from the crowd that had been silent just now.

They just called him arrogant, ignorant, and other such meaningless words...

"Your cousin is really going to be famous all over the world now, are you jealous, little Baili?"

He warmed the pot of wine, curled his lips, scratched Baili Dongjun's nose and asked,

"What's there to be jealous about? He's my cousin! At worst, I can just learn sword skills from him in the future! Uncle, don't even think about sowing discord between us cousins!"

Baili Dongjun rolled his eyes at Wenhu wine.

Before Baili Dongjun could finish his words.

From a distance, more than thirty swordsmen in the Vajra Realm flew onto the stone platform like sparrows falling into a valley!

There was a continuous sound of swords being drawn, and the sword light flashed. The sword light instantly surrounded Wen Yanzhao!

"Zuo Ziming of the Changbai Sword Sect comes to seek advice!"

"The chief disciple of Cangsong Temple, Zhashan, comes to ask for advice!"

"Lu Renyin, the young master of Longtao Villa!"

……

Although they were attacking in a group, they still had to report their names. At once, the thirty or so swordsmen present introduced themselves one by one.

Wen Yanzhao only felt his ears buzzing. He waved his hands and shouted:

"No need to report again. Only those who are standing after one move are qualified to speak!"

Hearing this, Li Hongwei, the heir of the Tianshan Wild Sword, who was wearing a coarse linen shirt and holding a half-foot wide sword, was stunned...

Feeling greatly insulted, he shouted angrily, the internal force in his hand caused ripples, and he raised his sword to stab Wen Yanzhao in the center!

The other thirty or so people who were originally standing in an orderly manner, like bloodthirsty ants, all raised their swords and attacked Wen Yanzhao!

"Uncle, look...my cousin..."

Baili Dongjun cried out in surprise when he saw all the heroes standing up.

Unexpectedly, he didn't even raise his eyelids while warming the pot of wine, but drank it all in one gulp while holding the almost empty wine gourd.

Until the last drop of wine entered his throat, he spoke softly:

"You don't think that the weaklings in the Vajra Ordinary Realm can resist the masters in the Fuyao Realm by relying on the advantage of numbers, do you?"

Wen Hujiu's words were about to fall when Wen Yanzhao, who was under siege on the stone platform, crossed his hands over his chest and then made a sword gesture.

With both arms extended, the first level of the Supreme Sword Dao, the Invisible Dao, turned into a sword energy that penetrated all directions and swung freely...

The sounds of metal clashing and flesh falling to the ground echoed one after another on the stone platform.

[System: Defeat thirty or forty Vajra Mortal Realm swordsmen and gain 6800 reputation]

Wenhujiu finally opened his eyes, wiped his mouth and looked——

Wen Yanzhao was the only one left on the stage, standing proudly, like an unmatched sharp sword piercing through heaven and earth!

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