Fox Demon: Starts with Lu Zu template

"Eight years old?!" everyone said in unison, even the usually calm Zhang Zheng changed his expression.

He was able to defeat Xiao Wancheng at the age of eight, and now he is fifteen... Everyone looked at the silver-armored young man standing with his hands behind his back not far away, and their hearts were filled with shock.

Yang Jian stood quietly there, his eyes calm, as if he didn't care about the whispers of the crowd.

"So..." Wang Quan Baiye slowly drew out his iron sword, "Do as Yi Tan says."

In fact, he had wanted to compete with Yang Jian for a long time, but his injury from the previous challenge to Wang Xianzhi had not healed yet.

So I had no choice but to do as Yang Yitan said.

The ten people quickly dispersed and formed a siege.

The sword cases of brothers Li Zizai and Li Quzhuo opened simultaneously, and hundreds of flying swords and knives buzzed like a swarm of bees; Qing Muyuan's jade ruyi shone with green light; Zhang Zheng unsheathed his long sword, his sword intent awe-inspiring...

Yang Yitan was the last to put on the mask, and the pattern of the Heavenly Eye lit up between his brows: "Jian'er, I'm sorry."

"That's alright." Yang Jian finally spoke, his voice eerily calm. "Let me see how much you've grown over the years, big brother."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Quzhuo's flying sword poured down like a rainstorm!

"A thousand tricks!"

Hundreds of flying swords intertwined into a web in the air, each one carrying a sharp scream that tore through the air.

This move once caused a demon king to suffer regret, and now he is using all his strength, vowing to defeat the enemy with one blow.

Yang Jian didn't even raise his eyelids.

He waved his hand casually, and a golden light appeared, blocking all the flying swords.

"Ding ding ding..."

Amidst the dense and rain-like collision sounds, all the flying swords broke!

Li Quzhuo groaned, staggered back, and green smoke came out of the sword case.

"What?!" Li Quzhuo's pupils suddenly shrank.

These flying swords were all made by him personally, and each one can cut through gold and jade!

Before they could react, Qing Muyuan's jade ruyi had already smashed down on their heads: "Suppress!"

The green light suddenly increased and turned into the shadow of a small hill.

It seems that they want to suppress Yang Jian here.

Yang Jian finally raised his head, and the silver lines on his forehead flashed slightly.

"break."

As soon as a word was uttered, the mountain-like green light suddenly shattered!

Qing Muyuan was struck by lightning and took seven steps back before she could steady herself. There was blood at the corner of her mouth.

"Let's attack together! Third brother, you attack the left!" Yang sighed and shouted.

The remaining seven people attacked at the same time.

Zhang Zheng's sword was as fast as lightning; Yang Yitan's eyes shot out golden light; Wang Quanzui's spell of bewitching spread silently...

Faced with this overwhelming attack, Yang Jian finally showed some interest.

It can only be said that he is worthy of being the top talent of the Taoist Alliance. His outstanding strength coupled with such skillful cooperation has also aroused some interest in him.

He flipped his wrist, and a three-pointed, double-edged sword suddenly appeared in his hand, splitting into thousands of phantoms, each of which accurately met the attack.

"boom--!!!"

Amidst the deafening explosion, nine figures flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground.

Only Wang Quan Baiye was barely standing, but his iron sword was broken and his mask was cracked.

When the smoke and dust cleared, Yang Jian was still standing there, with even the corner of his clothes not ruffled.

"Not bad." Yang Jian nodded slightly, "Better than I thought."

These words stabbed everyone's heart like a knife.

Even with ten of them joining forces, they couldn't even make the other side move a step!

At this time, Wang Quan Baiye gathered his strength and said, "It's not over yet!"

Seeing this, Yang Jian understood that the other party was going to use the Sword of Heaven and Earth!

"I want to see how powerful this generation's Heaven and Earth Sword is!"

The king's power and hegemony condensed into a huge golden sword and slashed towards Yang Jian with one move.

But Yang Jian did not avoid or dodge, but just stood there blankly.

As the explosion sounded, a strong wind was raised in the area within a radius of dozens of miles.

At this time, the entire dilapidated temple had already been split into two halves by the sword just now.

When the smoke and dust cleared, a figure slowly walked out.

It’s Yang Jian!

"Ahem, this smoke is really thick!"

He looked into the distance, where several figures were fleeing quickly.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly: "Are you hurt? No wonder this sword is so weak!"

Then he summoned the Sky-Howling Dog.

"Go ahead, Xiaotian, follow Big Brother, but be careful not to let him find out!"

"Wang Wang Wang!"

After Xiaotian Dog finished barking, it chased in the direction of Yang Yitan and others.

Yang Jian chose to go to the South Country first, after all, he had to deal with someone on this trip!

A scum!

……

In the distance, the masked group and others had already run for who knows how many miles before finally stopping.

Yang Yi sighed and said with a wry smile: "Do you believe it now? I told you before, my brother..."

The air solidified instantly.

After all, this was too embarrassing. Their masked group actually lost to a peer of about the same age as them.

At this time, Wang Quan Baiye was sitting cross-legged and regulating his breathing.

After a while, he opened his eyes and looked at the crowd who were in a gloomy mood.

"Why, were you hit?"

Chapter 137 Letter of Recommendation

Wang Quanbaiye's words left everyone in the Mask Group speechless.

They prided themselves on being the most talented of their generation, yet now, even after joining forces, they were defeated by a peer...

"Brother, I'm not discouraged. If he wasn't Second Brother's younger brother, I would never show mercy!"

At this time, Mu Shenqi stood up and said.

The fight just now was too hasty, and coupled with the opponent's identity, he didn't even have time to use his true skills before he "fled in a panic."

The same thing happened to Zhang Zheng and the others with the Black Sword. They all thought the same thing.

But only Li Zizai and Li Quzhuo remained silent. It was the first time for people of the same age to see someone being able to take on their magic weapons with bare hands.

Even Mu Shenqi, a genius in body refining, might not dare to take it head-on!

Wang Quan Baiye smiled upon seeing this and said: "I know you must be dissatisfied in your heart. If you are dissatisfied, then practice hard and prove it to me one day in the future!

This incident also made us realize that there is no shortage of geniuses in this world. There are always people better than you, and there are always talents better than you! "

"Since you haven't been hit, let's proceed separately as planned!"

“Yes!”

The wind in the forest blew up the fallen leaves. The members of the Masked Group had already left, leaving only Wang Quan Baiye and the Li brothers standing there.

Li Zizai frowned as he looked at the blood oozing from Wang Quan Baiye's chest.

"Brother, your injury..."

Wang Quan Baiye waved his hand and sheathed the broken iron sword. "It's fine. It was left behind when I challenged Wang Xianzhi."

He smiled bitterly and looked in the direction where Yang Jian left. "I didn't expect Yi Tan's brother to be so strong!"

"Ever since I first saw him fight at the Yang family wedding, I knew his talent and strength were not weak!"

The three fell into silence.

Li Quzhuo stroked the damaged sword case, his eyes filled with frustration: "Our magic weapons are like toys in front of him..."

"Let's go." Wang Quan Baiye took a deep breath. "Now is not the time to be discouraged. We should set off."

......

At the same time, in Wudi City, thousands of miles away.

Wang Xianzhi stood on the high platform of the City Lord's Mansion, gazing at the distant horizon. Suddenly, his brows furrowed slightly. "Xiaofei, since you're here, why are you hiding?"

"Hahaha, Emperor Wu's perception is still so sharp." A round figure turned out from behind the corridor column. It was Fei, the steward of Wangquan Villa.

He smiled and bowed, "It's been many years since we last met. The Emperor Wu is even more elegant than before."

Wang Xianzhi glanced at him and said, "Why are you here with me when you're not serving Brother Shouzhuo at Wangquan Villa?"

Butler Fei sat down at the tea table uninvited and poured himself a cup of tea. "Originally, my master wanted to come in person, but unfortunately he was ill, so I had to do it for him."

"Brother Shouzhuo wants to see me?" Wang Xianzhi finally turned around, a hint of doubt in his eyes. "What's the matter?"

Steward Fei sipped his tea leisurely until Wang Xianzhi grew impatient. Then he spoke slowly, "Does the Emperor remember the young man who challenged you a few days ago?"

Wang Xianzhi's eyes flashed, and the image of Wang Quanbaiye wielding the Heaven and Earth Sword emerged in his mind. "Some time ago, there was indeed a young man who could wield the Heaven and Earth Sword. His sword is still hanging on the city wall."

He pointed to the towering city walls in the distance, where a long sword gleamed in the sunlight. "So, it's someone from your Wang Quan family, right? Why, are you here to ask for the sword?"

"It's just a sword." Butler Fei waved his hand. "To be honest, that young man is none other than my eldest son, Wang Quan Baiye."

Wang Xianzhi raised an eyebrow in mock surprise. "So he's Brother Shouzhuo's son. No wonder he's able to wield the Heaven and Earth Sword at such a young age. He's truly inherited Brother Shouzhuo's talent."

"What does Emperor Wu think of my young master's talent?" Butler Fei narrowed his eyes.

"Not bad," Wang Xianzhi said calmly, "not much worse than Brother Shouzhuo back then."

This evaluation is quite fair, at least in Wang Xianzhi's opinion.

The smile on Butler Fei's face deepened, which made Wang Xianzhi feel uneasy.

"Xiaofei, you don't want me to accept him as my apprentice, do you?" Wang Xianzhi took a half step back cautiously, "Let me make it clear first, I don't accept apprentices! And..."

"What are you thinking?" Butler Fei was at a loss for words. "You don't practice swordsmanship, so why would I let you take in a swordsman apprentice?"

He put down his teacup and said seriously, "Actually, my master wants to send you to Wudang."

"Wudang?" Wang Xianzhi was stunned.

"Yes, but Wudang has been closed to the world for many years and has never opened its gates to recruit disciples." Butler Fei sighed.

"So my master would like to ask the Emperor Wu to write a letter and introduce one or two people."

After all, Wang Xianzhi's identity is actually known to the high-ranking members of the Taoist Alliance families.

After all, the battle between Li Chungang and Wang Xianzhi took place in Wudang, so his identity is self-evident.

Wang Xianzhi rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

I didn't expect things to develop to this point.

But after thinking about it, I think this is a good idea. At least Wudang will have successors.

Unlike him, who is a half-baked person, he didn't learn sword when he went to Wudang, but practiced boxing instead.

"Brother Shouzhuo has a good plan." Wang Xianzhi said with a smile.