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Just as the man in the bamboo hat was about to leave, Wang Quan Baiye hurried forward and said, "Senior, the move you just used, if I'm not mistaken, was the Two Sleeves Green Snake, right?"

Chapter 157 Successor

The man in the bamboo hat was stunned when he heard Wang Quanbaiye's question.

Memories flashed through his mind, and then he smiled: "You have good eyesight, you are right, it is indeed a two-sleeved green snake!"

Just as Wang Quan Baiye was about to ask something, the man in the bamboo hat waved his hand and said, "My name is Gu Yi. Your sword is good. I look forward to seeing you again next time!"

Before he finished speaking, his figure had disappeared in the morning mist like a phantom, leaving only the sword mark on the river surface that had not yet completely closed, telling of the thrilling battle just now.

Wang Quan Baiye stood there in a daze, replaying what the other person had just said in his mind.

On the cliff, Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard with satisfaction: "As expected of a disciple of the old Taoist master, you've found a new path in just one month!"

As he said that, he and Zhang Fuyao came to Wang Quan Baiye.

At this time, Wang Quan Baiye was still standing there in a daze.

His gaze was still fixed on the direction where Gu Yi disappeared, and the fleeting glimpse of the sword flash kept replaying in his mind.

The grace of that sword seemed to have left an indelible mark in his heart.

"I say, kid, didn't you just lose once? Why are you in a daze for so long?" Zhang Sanfeng's voice suddenly sounded in his ears, waking Wang Quanbaiye from his thoughts.

Only then did Wang Quan Baiye realize that Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Fuyao had come to his side.

He took a deep breath and asked impatiently, "Master, did you see the sword move that man just made..."

"I see it, I see it. Isn't it just a pair of green snakes? What's so strange about it?" Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand to interrupt him.

"I'm telling you, if you practice hard, you might be able to defeat him in due time!"

Wang Quan Baiye shook his head, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. "Master, I don't care about winning or losing! I just want to know... who is he?"

"Didn't he just tell you? His name is Gu Yi!" Zhang Sanfeng puffed his beard and glared, seeming to be very dissatisfied with his disciple's slowness.

As the two were arguing, Zhang Fuyao coughed lightly and spoke slowly, "About twelve years ago, he came to Wudang alone. All we know is that the sword techniques he used were all learned from the Sword God Li Chungang of that time."

"Then why did he come to Wudang?" Wang Quan Baiye asked.

Zhang Fuyao's gaze drifted off, as if transported back to that rainy day twelve years ago. "I asked him the same question back then. He said he had an appointment to challenge Emperor Martial Wang Xianzhi. He came to Wudang... to cultivate his sword skills."

"Raise a sword?" Wang Quan Baiye frowned. This word was both familiar and unfamiliar to him.

Zhang Sanfeng took over, his voice suddenly becoming serious. "To cultivate a sword is to use one's own spirit and energy as a guide, drawing upon the power of heaven and earth to nourish the sword. When it is cultivated to a certain level, even the most ordinary sword strike can possess the power to destroy heaven and earth."

Wang Quan Baiye's eyes gleamed: "In other words, he came to Wudang for twelve years just to cultivate a sword that could challenge Wang Xianzhi?"

"Indeed." Zhang Fuyao nodded. "He has now gone down the mountain and headed for the Wudi City in the East Sea."

Wang Quan Baiye suddenly thought of something and hesitated, "But...with only twelve years of sword training, you want to challenge Wang Xianzhi, who has suppressed the world for decades? This..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Fuyao fell silent at the same time.

The mountain wind sobbed, as if also telling of the heaviness of this problem.

It is too unrealistic to think that you can defeat Emperor Wu Xianzhi, who has suppressed the world for decades and forged an invincible state of mind in Emperor Wu City, after cultivating the sword for ten years!

If a sword that had only been raised for ten years could defeat Wang Xianzhi, then Wang Xianzhi's myth of invincibility would have been broken long ago.

After a long pause, Zhang Fuyao sighed softly, "Twelve years is certainly not enough! But he didn't want to wait any longer. He said... he was afraid that if he waited any longer, Wang Xianzhi would grow old! If he couldn't learn from Wang Xianzhi at the peak of his powers, he would regret it for the rest of his life."

These words shocked Wang Quan Baiye's heart.

He suddenly understood that feeling - a true swordsman would rather be defeated by the strongest man in his prime than defeat a hero in his twilight years.

"Then...what is his relationship with the Sword God Li Chungang back then?" Wang Quan Baiye asked the last question.

The two old men looked at each other and saw the same confusion in each other's eyes.

Finally, Zhang Fuyao slowly spoke: "We don't know the specific relationship, but I think... it should be the inheritance that person left in this world."

Zhang Sanfeng suddenly patted Wang Quan Baiye on the shoulder and said, "Okay, don't think too much. Did you gain anything from today's battle?"

Wang Quan Baiye finally came to his senses, his fighting spirit rekindled in his eyes: "Disciple has understood a lot! Especially when I was fighting him just now, I seemed to sense a subtle sword truth."

"Hahaha!" Zhang Sanfeng laughed.

"Well, you are worthy of being my disciple. This beating was not in vain! Let's go back and digest what we have learned today. When your swordsmanship improves further, I will take you to the East China Sea to watch the battle!"

"Watch the battle?" Wang Quan Baiye's eyes lit up.

"Not bad." Zhang Sanfeng said with a smile.

"The battle between that boy and Wang Xianzhi will surely shake the world! For a swordsman like you, it is a rare opportunity."

"During the final battle between Li Chungang and Wang Xianzhi, you were not yet born and had no chance to witness it.

But now, the descendants of Li Chungang are challenging Wang Xianzhi again, and their swordsmanship has reached a state of perfection. I am afraid that the battle will be another..."

Wang Quanbaiye looked back into the distance from time to time, and began to look forward to it.

And with the birth of Gu Yi, there is one more person to challenge his kingship!

......

At the same time, Gu Yi had already set out on his journey to Wudi City to challenge Wang Xianzhi.

His gaze passed through the vast sky and looked at the towering city in the distance - Wudi City.

"Wang Xianzhi..." He whispered the name, his right hand unconsciously pressing on the hilt of the sword.

Twelve years of sword training, just for this battle.

The cold wind howled, blowing his hat.

Gu Yi suddenly remembered the agreement he had made with the old beggar.

"Boy, watch out, here comes the sword!"

In my memory, the voice of the one-armed old man is still clear.

Gu Yi raised the corner of his mouth slightly and swung the sword suddenly with his right hand.

"Clang!"

The sword light is like a dragon, piercing through the sea and sky.

A sword energy a thousand feet long slashed up into the sky, completely dividing the clouds in the sky.

The power of this sword was three times stronger than when Wu was there.

"Old man, did you see that..." Gu Yi sheathed his sword, his eyes burning with fighting spirit.

"Now I'm going to fulfill the promise between us, but you can't see it now."

However, before heading to Wudi City, he had to go to Tushan to get something!

After all, the person he was going to challenge was Emperor Wu Wang Xianzhi. If he didn't make more preparations, he would probably be defeated miserably!

Chapter 158 Borrowing a Sword!

The afterglow dyed Tushan’s sea of ​​clouds red.

Yang Jian walked briskly to the foot of the mountain. Just as he was about to go up the mountain, he suddenly stopped.

At the bend in the mountain path, a figure wearing a conical hat and carrying a long sword was walking slowly towards them.

The two stopped at the same time and looked at each other.

Yang Jian's pupils shrank slightly, and the figure of a thin boy flashed through his mind - that was many years ago, a stubborn boy who was determined to defeat the second best in the world with a sword.

As time goes by, the young boy has grown into the swordsman with restrained sword energy in front of us.

Gu Yi's gaze also lingered on Yang Jian.

With just one glance, he could see that this handsome young man contained amazing power. It was an aura that he had never seen before, an aura that transcended the laws of this world.

And when he looked directly at the other person, for some reason an image of a supreme god appeared in his mind.

The mountain breeze blew by, picking up a few fallen leaves.

In this delicate atmosphere, a clear voice broke the silence: "Who dares to trespass into Tushan?"

Tushan Yaya stood in the middle of the mountain road with her hands on her hips, her fox ears erect, glaring at the two of them angrily.

Seeing that neither of them answered, Tushan Yaya became even angrier: "Big Dog! Second Dog!"

"Here they come!" A tiger demon and a crane demon hurriedly rushed out of the forest. "Big sister, what's wrong?"

Tushan Yaya pointed with her little hand: "They are trespassing in Tushan, catch them!"

Big Dog and Second Dog turned to look at Yang Jian and Gu Yi, and suddenly shuddered.

Although these two people seemed ordinary, the tiger demon's keen intuition told him that the man in the bamboo hat with a sword on his back was like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, and the young man with silver lines on his forehead was even more unfathomable.

"Big sister..." Big Dog leaned close to Yaya's ear and whispered, "These two people don't look easy to deal with..."

"Pa!" Yaya slapped the big dog on the head. "What are you afraid of? I'm right here, right? Come on!"

Big Dog and Second Dog walked forward with bitter faces.

Just as they were about to make a move, Gu Yi suddenly raised his eyes——

"Buzz!"

An invisible sword intent swept out, and Da Gou and Er Gou froze in place instantly, as if thousands of sharp swords were pointing at their throats, and cold sweat broke out.

Gu Yi then turned to Tushan Yaya and said, "Greetings to the Second Miss Tushan. I am Gu Yi from Wudang, and I have come to Tushan to discuss an important matter."

He directly brought up the name of Wudang, hoping to calm down this unnecessary conflict.

"Wudang?" Tushan Yaya looked at Gu Yi suspiciously.

"Why have I never seen you in Wudang?"

Just as the atmosphere was becoming tense again, a gentle voice rang out from the mountain: "A distinguished guest has arrived. I, Tushan, apologize for my inadequate hospitality."

Tushan Rongrong walked over with light steps, still smiling with her eyes narrowed.

Her gaze lingered on Gu Yi for a moment, then turned to Yang Jian: "This is..."

Gu Yi also looked at Yang Jian curiously.

He also wanted to know who this young man who gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity was.

Facing the gazes of the crowd, Yang Jian smiled slightly and saluted: "I am the Holy Lord Erlang of Guanjiangkou, Yang Jian."

"Yang Jian?!" Tushan Rongrong's eyes opened slightly, a hint of surprise flashed across her face.

"I heard that some time ago, a man claiming to be Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun fought the Poison Emperor in the Southern Kingdom! I wonder if you...?"

Yang Jian touched his nose and said with a smile: "If there is no one else named Yang Jian, then it should be me."

Upon hearing this, Tushan Rongrong looked even more furious as she looked Yang Jian up and down.

I thought to myself, "Another Li Chungang?!"

A gleam of light flashed in Gu Yi's eyes.

His hand holding the sword tightened unconsciously, and the fighting spirit rose in his heart.

But he now understands that he has more important things to do.

We must not delay because of this.

Tushan Rongrong keenly sensed the change in atmosphere and stepped aside to make way: "My two distinguished guests, please follow me."

"Rongrong!" Yaya pulled her sister's sleeve and whispered, "I've never seen that guy with a sword on his back in Wudang..."

Tushan Rongrong gently patted her sister's hand: "Second sister, let's go back first."

......

The aroma of tea wafts through the reception room.

Tushan Rongrong personally poured tea for the two of them, while Yaya sat aside, still looking at Gu Yi with suspicion.

"I wonder what brings you two to Tushan this time?" Tushan Rongrong went straight to the point.

Gu Yi put down his teacup and said in a deep voice, "I came here only to get one thing."

Tushan Rongrong looked puzzled, "Oh~ I wonder what you want to borrow?"