Martial Arts Crossover: Me, the Immortal Venerable, Opens a Pawnshop in the Martial Arts World

Yang Guo's pupils contracted: This person is definitely not an unknown figure!

And that person was none other than Wei Zhuang.

The long sword in his hand flickered like a snake's tongue, every inch of its sharpness born for slaughter.

He is the Lord of Quicksand, and also a swordsman fanatic.

For him, this great battle was not a disaster, but a trial—only in the bloodiest battle could he reach the ultimate in swordsmanship.

Moreover, he was hired for a large sum of money.

National grudges?

What does it have to do with me?

The more chaotic the times, the stronger the shifting sands become.

On the other side, an old man with white hair stood proudly in the battle formation—the Sword God Zhuo Bufan.

This person had a deep connection with the Tianlong Sect, but was taught a lesson by Xuzhu and humiliated, leaving the sect.

All sixty-two members of the sect across three generations were tragically killed by the Heavenly Child Granny.

He spent thirty years cultivating in the Changbai Mountains, obtained a fragment of a sword manual, and comprehended the ultimate skill on his own. He had long been confident that he was invincible.

The moment he emerged from the mountains, he thought he was the protagonist.

As a result, he encountered Xu Zhu, that overpowered monster, who used hundreds of years of internal energy to strike him with a single palm, directly slapping him back to reality.

Now, he has returned once again.

This time, he didn't want revenge—he wanted to use the blood of all the masters in the city to wash away the shame of the past!

To be honest, this guy is pretty good.

Zhou Gong's sword technique had long been mastered. With each strike, a half-foot sword light would emerge, sharp as frost, and his inner strength was terrifyingly profound.

Although he could not be called a true sword god, his sword aura surged forth like a river overflowing its banks, capable of shattering mountains and breaking peaks, making it impossible for ordinary masters to even get close.

What a pity—I was just too unlucky.

He was eager to make a name for himself as soon as he emerged, but he ran into someone who was incredibly talented.

Yang Guo, the Condor Hero, wields the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword, and his cultivation has long since transcended the boundaries of the mortal world.

You used all your strength to unleash an amazing sword move.

In his eyes, it was nothing more than a gust of wind, which would blow away and disappear.

Zhuo Bufan roared, his sword intent soaring to the sky, vowing to use the name of "Sword God" to step over Yang Guo and reach the top of the world.

The sword light was like a waterfall, bombarding everything in its path, each strike carrying the force to shatter the earth and pierce the clouds.

But what about Yang Guo?

He smiled slightly, not even giving her a proper look.

With a flick of its wrist, the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword became as heavy as a mountain and as powerful as thunder.

It wasn't a chop, it was a slap—like swatting away flies, it smashed down again and again, but each slap stirred up a monstrous wave, making the air buzz and explode, as if the heavens and earth were trembling at this battle.

Swords clashed, light and shadow intertwined, and the ground cracked inch by inch where the two clashed, with stones flying and dust rising, as if the end of the world had arrived.

On the sidelines, Duan Yu's eyes gleamed, and his fingertips twitched slightly.

"Third brother, you can't hold back either?" Xu Zhu glanced at him with a smile. "The Six Meridian Divine Sword is unparalleled in the world, and now that you've mastered the Sword Control Technique, you can't wait to show off your skills, can you?"

Duan Yu coughed twice, modestly saying, "No, not at all... I just think this battlefield... is quite lively."

I had already mentally rehearsed it a hundred thousand times: Six Meridian Divine Sword, killing intent at the fingertips, taking lives from afar, whoever stands in my way dies! Back then, among the three brothers of Tianlong, I, Duan Yu, relied on Lingbo Weibu to dodge and weave, and on Beiming Divine Skill to devour the internal energy of others. But what I was most proud of was this invisible sword energy, killing people with a smile!

Just as he was about to get up, he glanced at the person next to him and saw Ling Tian slumped lazily on the rock, propping his head up with one hand, not even lifting his eyelids, as if the life-and-death battle in front of him was nothing more than a street stunt.

"That was pretty brutal," Ling Tian said slowly. "If this keeps up, the corpses will pile up like mountains. You can come if you want, but don't use your faces."

Everyone was taken aback.

"Disguised as members of the Thunderbolt Gang." He grinned, a glint of sinister fire flashing in his eyes. "Kill whoever you catch. Anyway, these days everyone wants to kick the Thunderbolt Gang."

A single sentence can awaken someone from a dream.

Thunderbolt Hall?

Notorious and hated by everyone.

You'll be a perfect scapegoat; you'll do the work and no one will recognize you, and someone else will take the blame for you.

The three brothers immediately changed their clothes and disguised themselves, concealing their presence, and then rushed into the battle.

Qiao Feng was about to unleash a Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms strike, but before the palm wind could rise, he suddenly stopped.

No. It's too conspicuous.

Ling Tian had already said: Do something unorthodox, the less like you are, the better.

This once-heroic former leader of the Beggars' Clan, a burly man with broad shoulders and a thick waist, was now slowly practicing a subtle and strange martial art—his fingertips curved into sharp claws, and his light steps revealed a graceful, almost feminine, demeanor.

What does it look like?

Nine Yin White Bone Claw!

But have you ever seen a strong man twisting his waist, swinging his arms, with black smoke coming out of his fingertips, looking like a vengeful ghost crawling out of a grave?

Those around them felt their scalps tingle, and their opponent was completely stunned: "This...this is Qiao Feng?!"

It's now!

A cold glint flashed in Qiao Feng's eyes, and he secretly activated his Dragon-Capturing Skill, tearing out with a claw!

"boom--!"

A massive shield of black iron was torn to pieces, with metal fragments scattering like a rain of blades.

He lunged forward, alternating between Dragon Claw Hand and Dragon Capturing Skill. His inner strength was as deep as the ocean, and his moves were unpredictable, combining fierceness with gentleness, and domineering power with cunning.

The power of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, combined with the techniques of unorthodox martial arts, caused the enemy to retreat in defeat, and their defenses collapsed like paper.

After several consecutive attacks, bricks and stones shattered, roof beams collapsed, and the entire battlefield shook.

The situation was about to be settled—

A sudden change has occurred!

Jin Dynasty masters appeared, their killing intent soaring to the heavens; Liao soldiers launched a surprise attack, their blades flashing and obscuring the sun; and Yuan Dynasty hermits quietly approached, their true energy freezing the air like frost.

These people were all seasoned veterans who fought to the death, with incredible combat power. They unleashed a series of deadly moves, forcing Qiao Feng to retreat repeatedly.

Just as the battle was at a stalemate and blood was thick in the air—

The wind stopped.

Everyone felt their hair stand on end.

A red figure drifted down from the sky, light as a feather, yet pressing down on the earth, causing it to tremble silently.

The embroidery needle spun between her fingers, entwined with blood vessels, creating an eerie beauty.

Who else could it be?

Dongfang Bubai.

After mastering the Sunflower Manual, he was no longer male or female, his heart was as still as water, and all desires were extinguished.

Later, he had a miraculous encounter with the Heavenly Ranking, which reshaped his body and restored his manhood. However, this led to endless pursuit and killings by the eunuch faction led by Cao Zhengchun, who vowed to tear him to pieces.

But what about himself?

I don't really care.

Having practiced alchemy and taken medicine for many years, he had long since become indifferent to superficial appearances.

Men and women alike are nothing more than a stinking carcass.

What truly interests him is the strife in the world, the fiery passions of people's hearts, and the more intensely they burn, the more he wants to add fuel to the fire.

He gently raised his head, his gaze sweeping across the entire room, a slight smile playing on his lips:

"It's quite lively... Shall I join in?"

He had long been accustomed to living as a woman, and every frown, smile, and gesture was imbued with feminine beauty.

But now he has been forcibly transformed into a man, and the awkwardness in his bones rushes straight to the top of his head, as if his whole body has been stuffed into a skin that does not belong to him, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

A figure flashed ahead, dressed in blood-red, and swept through the air—it was Dongfang Bubai.

He had no intention of getting entangled with Qiao Feng; he just wanted to get away as quickly as possible.

But how vigilant was Qiao Feng?

The moment he caught a glimpse of that afterimage out of the corner of his eye, his palm strike was already unleashed like thunder!

In an instant, the Dragon-Capturing Technique was pushed to its limit, and a huge dragon claw appeared in the void, its five fingers like hooks, tearing through the air and aiming straight for the person's vital point!

The man didn't dodge, but lightly raised his hand to meet the attack, exchanging palm strikes across the air—