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A finger lightly touched his brow, and the cold touch penetrated his soul.

"Strange..." Young Master Aolai frowned and retracted his finger.

"I haven't sensed that boy's inheritance from you, but I do sense a hint of his sword intent."

As the Third Young Master of Aolai spoke, Li Chungang seemed to recall the scene when he met the other party again after five hundred years.

"I haven't received any inheritance, but I was fortunate enough to observe Master Zhang's swordsmanship."

The third young master of Aolai narrowed his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

"I wonder if the Third Young Master came here for something?"

Li Chungang asked back.

It is impossible for the other party to come to me for no reason. Something must have happened.

At this moment, Li Chungang was thinking about what had happened during this period of time in his mind, wondering what could have caused the other party to come in person.

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After thinking about it, I'm afraid the only one is the duel between him and Wang Quan Shouzhuo some time ago.

An aura of its own flowed out from the sword of royal power. Although it was very short-lived, it was enough to surpass the combat power ceiling of the original novel, the Third Young Master of Aolai.

Even if it is only a moment, the other party can seize this brief moment and sense it.

It was just as Li Chungang expected.

But he did not continue to ask, and instead said: "I came here today for a matter."

"Were you at Wang Quan's house some time ago?"

Li Chungang's heart trembled.

It was just as he expected.

"I have indeed been there." Li Chungang admitted frankly.

"At that time, I was at Wang Quan's house, sparring with Wang Quan Shouzhuo."

"Did anything happen at that time? Or did anything strange happen?" The third young master of Aolai stared into his eyes.

"For example...what happened to the Sword of Sovereignty?"

Li Chungang's expression remained calm: "It was just an ordinary competition. There was nothing unusual at the time."

The air suddenly became heavy.

The third young master of Aolai suddenly fell silent, and a suffocating pressure enveloped the surroundings.

Li Chungang felt the wooden horse and ox sword in his hand tremble slightly, not because of fear, but because of the excitement of encountering a strong enemy.

"You are lying." The third young master of Aolai said in a cold voice.

"I clearly sensed the aura emanating from the Heavenly King's Sword! That was...his aura!"

Li Chungang secretly circulated sword energy to resist the pressure.

"Since Third Young Master has sensed it, why bother asking me?" Li Chungang asked back.

"With your magical powers, you can go and check to see if this is the case."

The scene fell silent again for a moment.

Li Chungang naturally knew what happened at that time, but he naturally couldn't say it out loud.

Anyway, among the people present at the time, he was the only one besides Wang Quan Shouzhuo who knew the whole story.

There was no way Wang Quan Shouzhu would tell anyone about it, and it was even more impossible for Li Chungang to do so.

The third young master of Aolai stared for a long time, and when he found that Li Chungang's expression did not change at all, he had to give up.

After all, the aura only appeared for a moment that day. Although he felt it, it disappeared too quickly.

It happened so quickly that even he didn't know what had happened.

However, even so, his suspicion of Li Chungang did not diminish, but it was obvious that it would be impossible to get the answer he wanted by asking like this now.

"Well, since that's the case, I still have important things to deal with, so I'll leave first." Then the other party turned into a golden light and flew towards the sky.

Li Chungang just stood there and watched silently.

Just now he thought that the two would have to fight to resolve this matter.

But once a fight breaks out, he has no confidence that he can defeat the opponent.

At least he has no way to defeat the other party now.

Although he was now able to defeat the Demon King who had summoned the power of heaven and earth, he could not guarantee that he could defeat the opponent right now.

Fortunately, the other party did not continue to investigate.

Otherwise, he wouldn't know how to end it for a while.

……

On the top of Wudang Mountain, a sea of ​​clouds rolls.

In an ancient study, the scent of sandalwood lingers.

Zhang Fuyao sat quietly at the desk, holding a purple clay teapot, pouring boiling spring water into the teacup. The green tea leaves expanded in the cup, exuding a refreshing fragrance.

There were two cups of tea in front of him, one for himself and one placed opposite him.

In the center of the table, there was an ancient long sword lying horizontally. The scabbard was dark blue with dragon-like patterns, and two small seal characters were engraved on the sword guard: "Qingming".

Zhang Fuyao picked up the teacup, took a sip, and his eyes fell on the empty seat opposite.

At this moment, the air twisted slightly, and a thin figure appeared out of thin air, sitting opposite him like a ghost.

Zhang Fuyao didn't seem surprised by the person who appeared in front of him, as if he had known about it for a long time.

The person who came was the third young master of Aolai.

Now the other party is dressed as the Southern Poison Boy and has a childish face.

The main reason is that the golden light is too dazzling.

"After so many years, Wudang tea is still so fragrant." The third young master of Aolai grinned, grabbed the teacup without hesitation and drank it all in one gulp.

Zhang Fuyao looked calm, as if he wasn't surprised at his appearance at all: "When did the Third Young Master learn to appreciate tea?"

The Aolai Third Young Master put down his teacup and tapped the tabletop lightly with his fingertips, his eyes fixed on the Qingming Sword on the table: "Are you teasing me?"

"I dare not, I'm just telling the truth." Zhang Fu shook his head.

Aolai Third Young Master narrowed his eyes: "You kid..."

Glancing at him, Zhang Fuyao pondered, "Has the Third Young Master already met him?"

The third young master of Aolai thought for a moment and nodded.

"It is indeed as you said, a sword immortal talent that appears once every five hundred years."

"His kendo talent is comparable to that guy back then, but he's a bit arrogant."

Zhang Fuyao also nodded and agreed, "Of course, after all, I've been waiting for this long!

As for arrogance, it's normal. After all, he is still young. Without arrogance, how can he reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship in the world? "

"By the way, what about the other person you mentioned before? Why don't I seem to have sensed his presence in Wudang?"

The third young master of Aolai looked left and right and said.

Zhang Fuyao naturally knew who the other person was talking about.

After all, there are only so many people in the entire Wudang, and even fewer of them have some talent.

Who else could it be besides Wang Xianzhi?

"I went down the mountain not long ago."

Zhang Fuyao said lightly.

Aolai Third Young Master was somewhat surprised by Zhang Fuyao's words.

"Going down the mountain? What for?"

"Seeking the Way!"

"You're letting him go down the mountain at such a young age? What if something happens and affects the future plans?"

The tone of the Third Young Master of Aolai was somewhat questioning.

After all, having experienced the Wang Quan Wu Mu incident five hundred years ago, he was really afraid that something might happen to these self-righteous geniuses.

It’s okay if they are not in his plan or not the people he needs. He simply cannot care about those people.

"Don't worry, Third Young Master. He has mastered the art of boxing. Although he is still young, he can protect himself.

Moreover, geniuses need to be tempered, otherwise how can they grow quickly?"

On second thought, it made sense. After all, Wang Xianzhi was not like Wang Quan Wumu, who had a father who was jealous of his son's talent.

Besides, the other party's leader has agreed, so what else can I say?

Seeing this, Aolai Third Young Master didn't know what to say.

The third young master of Aolai was silent for a moment.

He stopped dwelling on the matter and pointed at the Qingming Sword: "Let me ask you again, are you sure the direction the Qingming Sword was flying that day was where the Wang Quan family is?"

He stretched out his hand to touch the Qingming Sword, but before his fingertips touched the scabbard, the sword suddenly made a clanging sound.

"You have quite a temper." The third young master of Aolai didn't care.

"I'm sure."

An old but deep voice suddenly sounded in the study.

The third young master of Aolai turned his head and looked.

"Why don't you just stay inside and come out?"

At the door of the study, a white-haired old man had been standing there.

He was dressed in a simple Taoist robe, with his hands behind his back and a kind face, but his eyes were as deep as stars, as if he could see through everything in the world.

It’s Zhang Sanfeng!

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"The Third Young Master has come personally. If I don't come out to meet him in person, wouldn't it be impolite?"

Zhang Sanfeng walked into the hall with his hands behind his back. His hair was as white as snow, his Taoist robe fluttered in the wind, but his eyes were as deep as stars.

Aolai Third Young Master looked up, his lips curled up slightly: "After so many years, you seem to be becoming more and more mature in your speech!"

Zhang Sanfeng smiled without saying anything. He sat down at the table, his eyes sweeping over the Qingming Sword, and slowly said, "That day, the Qingming Sword was indeed pointed at the Wang Quan family."

"Are you sure it's him?" Young Master Aolai narrowed his eyes.

"But are you 100% sure that it was him... or was it just a trace of his aura?"

There was silence in the hall for a moment.

Zhang Sanfeng was silent for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I can only confirm that it's from the direction of Wang Quan's house. As for whether it's Master himself or Master's aura..."

Aolai Third Young Master sneered, "It's been five hundred years, and he didn't show up earlier or later, but he showed up just when we were placing our bets. What a coincidence."

As he spoke, he turned his gaze to Zhang Fuyao, and Zhang Sanfeng also looked over.

Being stared at by the two men, Zhang Fuyao had no choice but to put down the teacup. He turned his palm over, and a dazzling golden light suddenly appeared, turning into a long golden dragon, circling around him, emitting a majestic force of luck.

"It's hard for you, Fuyao." Zhang Sanfeng sighed with an apologetic look in his eyes.

Zhang Fu shook his head: "Grandmaster, you are too kind. It is a blessing for a disciple to contribute to Wudang. Why should there be any bitter consequences?"

Aolai Third Young Master stared at the golden dragon, frowning slightly: "Your luck... is dissipating faster than expected."

"really."

Zhang Fuyao nodded. "Ever since Li Chungang arrived at Wudang and then Wang Xianzhi joined, the speed at which our luck has been draining has far exceeded any previous experience."