I was hiding in the village and became the Grandmaster of all things!

"Who are you to meddle in my affairs..."

Ma Weihao's eyes swept coldly over the two fellow apprentices struggling in pain on the ground, and then he walked slowly towards the direction of Lin Fan and his group.

He held a piece of white cloth in his hand and was carefully wiping the face that had been cleaned of yellow mud and revealed its true appearance. His movements revealed a calmness that should not be underestimated.

"Who is this? Someone who specializes in beating beasts..." Lin Fan raised a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth, showing no fear of the so-called Mingyue Sect.

In his mind, he had no idea where this sect was or what kind of sect it was, so how could he be afraid? Even if he knew, he wouldn't be afraid.

"court death..."

Ma Weihao roared angrily, his voice like thunder, shaking the whole area.

Before he finished speaking, a dark blue spear suddenly appeared in his hand. The spear emitted a heart-pounding cold light, as if it could freeze the air around it, revealing a suffocating and terrifying aura.

This sudden change made the air around them freeze.

The next moment, a long sword suddenly appeared in Lin Fan's palm. It was plain and slightly old, as if time had left mottled marks on it.

However, this seemingly ordinary long sword was like an awakened silver dragon in Lin Fan's hand, cutting through the void and heading straight for Ma Weihao with a cold and sharp intention.

Ma Weihao was not willing to be outdone. The spear in his hand tumbled like a deep-sea dragon, the tip of the spear flashing with cold light, turning into a giant dark blue python. Its huge mouth opened wide, fangs exposed, and with the chill of deadly venom, it suddenly bit towards Lin Fan's neck, as if it wanted to bite Lin Fan's head off directly.

Facing this overwhelming attack, Lin Fan's expression remained calm, with only a hint of determination flashing in his eyes.

The long sword in his hand seemed to be given life at this moment, and suddenly burst into dazzling light, like the first rays of dawn, illuminating all the darkness around him.

Immediately afterwards, raging flames rose from the sword, a symbol of heat and power, burning and distorting the surrounding air.

The first move of the Suzaku Sword Technique slowly unfolded in his mind, like the first line of an ancient poem, sounding leisurely.

The long sword in his hand seemed to contain life at this moment. As it trembled gently, a crisp bird song spread out, piercing the silence of the night.

In an instant, the long sword shone brightly, as if being pulled by an invisible force, and transformed into a Vermilion Bird reborn from the fire, with wings that were gorgeous and blazing like fire, and suddenly collided with the giant python that was entwined in the void and had great momentum.

"boom--"

The sky and the earth changed color. The confrontation between Suzaku and Python was like the collision of stars. A deafening roar erupted in the void, and brilliant light exploded in the night, like the most dazzling fireworks under the night sky. It was both beautiful and carried a destructive power that should not be underestimated.

"Dong dong dong..."

The aftermath ripples like the echo of ancient war drums, shaking people's minds.

The place where the two men stood seemed to be gently shaken by this force. They stumbled back involuntarily, but their eyes were fixed on the light, and the shock in their hearts was beyond words.

By the Twin Lakes, the night has deepened and a bright moon like a silver plate is quietly hanging on the branches, adding a touch of mystery and tranquility to this sudden battle.

The terrifying explosion, which erupted in the quiet night, not only illuminated the surroundings, but also left an indelible mark in the hearts of every witness.

Ma Weihao's face was slightly gloomy. As a highly regarded disciple of Mingyue Sect, he had never expected that he would be helpless against a child who suddenly appeared.

He is a true disciple who is admired by everyone in the sect. His cultivation has reached the level of supernatural powers and he is a leader on the road of martial arts.

The person standing opposite was just a teenager, but he exuded an unfathomable aura.

The martial arts he displayed were exquisite, and every move and style contained an indescribable charm. His fighting skills were unheard of. Not only were they astonishingly powerful, but even from a visual perspective, they were far superior to the fighting skills he had learned. They were both gorgeous and practical, which was breathtaking.

"snort...."

A contemptuous snort escaped from Ma Weihao's throat. He gripped the spear tightly again and surged forward like a raging wave, pointing directly at Lin Fan.

Lin Fan's eyes were quiet and deep, like the surface of a windless lake, without ripples.

He stared at Ma Weihao who was galloping towards him, the long sword in his hand swaying gently, flashing with cold light, spiritual power blooming on the sword, and a yellowish-brown power gathered. The next moment, the long sword fearlessly rushed towards the spear.

In an instant, the sword blade and the gun tip collided violently, sending out dazzling sparks, like fireworks suddenly blooming in the night sky.

Lin Fan's body was agile and disappeared like a ghost, and he easily avoided Ma Weihao's powerful spear attack.

Then, he turned his wrist slightly, and the sword force suddenly became extremely heavy, like a force caressing the earth, and slashed towards Ma Weihao's throat with terrifying force.

Ma Weihao's heart suddenly shuddered, and he felt the threat of death was imminent.

He did not dare to be careless at all, and quickly moved to the side, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.

At the same time, he suddenly swept the spear in his hand, bringing with it a whistling gust of wind, in an attempt to force Lin Fan back to a safe distance.

However, Lin Fan's figure was like a ghost, and his speed was beyond ordinary people's imagination. He was able to move freely among Ma Weihao's fierce attacks, making every blow of Ma Weihao miss and unable to touch him at all.

But in the blink of an eye, Lin Fan had quietly approached Ma Weihao, and the long sword in his hand was suddenly unsheathed, with a flash of cold light, pointing directly at the vital point.

Upon seeing this, Ma Weihao's pupils suddenly shrank and he was horrified. He hurriedly tried to swing his spear to block, but he was shocked to find that his movements seemed to be bound by invisible shackles, becoming extremely heavy and slow, and he could not keep up with Lin Fan's lightning-fast attack at all.

"Boom..."

The sword and the spear clashed again in the air, causing a deafening roar.

Sparks scattered like stars, illuminating the world.

Ma Weihao felt the surging power in the sword and staggered back involuntarily.

Every heavy step he took was like the trampling of an elephant, leaving shocking deep pits on the ground beneath his feet.

"Returning Sword Technique..."

This is the name of the sword technique.

Lin Fan muttered to himself, the name of this sword technique sounds like it is more suitable for Gui Tu, and he doesn't know why it was given such a name.

Lin Fan's thoughts only flashed through his mind.

Kill him while he is ill, this is the wise saying of our predecessors.

The long sword in Lin Fan's hand swept out again, bringing with it bursts of humming sounds.

This terrifying power made Ma Weihao on the opposite side feel panicked.

The appearance of this sword technique made him feel that his speed slowed down the closer he got to the place.