He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

"Hahaha, who said it wasn't? This is a disaster. But when the anchor cried, it really looked like real tears. This is definitely a true expression of her true feelings. Anchor, why don't you change your career and start acting in a drama?"

"Oh, sure, sure. Filming is a good path indeed. It's quite suitable for being a host. I can cry when I say I will. There's no ambiguity at all."

Zhao Wenbin gradually stopped crying and calmed down.

He looked at the barrage of comments floating by, forcibly suppressing his inner anger and complicated emotions.

"Brothers, let me tell you one last time. Everything I said is true. There is not a single lie. Zhang Beixing is definitely the most powerful sword-training anchor I have ever seen."

"He can even be said to be a true martial arts master. A casual sword strike can let you know how strong he is. It's really terrifying. You may not be able to feel the feeling of the scene through the screen, but if I was hit by that sword, even if it was a wooden sword, I would die on the spot! Everything I said is true."

Then, Zhao Wenbin sniffed his nose and continued, "And all my colleagues in my live studio, if you want to die, I will never stop you. You can go find Zhang Beixing to fight against fraud now."

“But if you want to listen to advice, just listen to me, don’t go to Zhang Beixing to expose the fakes, or you will die miserably.”

After saying this, Zhao Wenbin ended the live broadcast directly.

He squatted in the corner, looking up at the top of the tower, trying not to let the remaining tears in his eyes fall.

Then he silently picked up his phone, opened WeChat and joined the group chat of all the counterfeiters.

"Brothers, I failed when I came to Zhang Beixing to fight against counterfeiting. I advise you not to come to Zhang Beixing to fight against counterfeiting. He has real skills."

After sending the message he continued to stare up at the tower, silently feeling the regret in his heart.

……

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The strong wind gradually died down, the rain became lighter, and the dark clouds covering the sky began to dissipate.

A ray of light pierced through the clouds and shone on the earth, while also illuminating all things and bringing hope.

Zhang Beixing stood on the Great Wall with his sword in one hand, staring intently at the dark clouds that were about to dissipate.

The thunder, dark clouds and rain have all stopped.

Fortunately, his sword skills were already mastered, and he no longer had to worry about groping in the dark.

At least now he has vaguely touched the threshold of the second level, and has the opportunity to touch the sword energy that will take his swordsmanship to a higher level.

Without sword power, sword energy cannot be obtained.

As the weather cleared and dusk approached, Zhang Beixing put away his sword and returned to the live broadcast room: "Everyone, today's live broadcast time is up. How should I put it? There are indeed some unexpected events in today's live broadcast."

In the live broadcast room, the audience left messages and interacted.

"The host was so handsome today. To be honest, that sword move was so handsome that it touched my heart."

"Yes, that sword may seem ordinary, but it creates a perfect atmosphere. In addition to special effects, the host is also good at creating atmosphere."

"Haha, are you questioning the anchor? Maybe the anchor really didn't hire any help."

"Oh, who cares if it's a script or not, as long as the show is good and we enjoy watching it, that's all that matters."

"Host, please don't be in such a hurry to end the broadcast. Please continue broadcasting for a while. We haven't seen enough yet."

"That's right, the live broadcast time is too short every day, it's not enough to watch."

"Show us your sword skills before we go off the air! We're here to see you kicking swords, don't let us down!"

Zhang Beixing ignored these messages and ended the live broadcast.

Then he swallowed nervously and checked his live streaming income.

“Revenue from this live broadcast: 1732654 yuan.”

Zhang Beixing widened his eyes and counted every number carefully, fearing that he would miss one.

After confirming that it was correct, he took a deep breath and muttered to himself: "I made more than 1.7 million in one live broadcast... Some people can't make that much in their entire life."

He never expected that he would earn money that he had never dared to imagine before in just one day.

That’s more than 1.7 million!

Live streaming is so profitable.

Zhang Beixing tried hard to calm his inner excitement and temporarily suppressed the urge to share the feast with his sister.

He turned his head and looked at the old Taoist priest who was waiting with a smile on his face.

"Why hasn't the Taoist priest left yet?" Zhang Beixing asked.

The old Taoist priest narrowed his eyes, looked at Zhang Beixing carefully, and then said: "I have a question I want to ask you in person."

"Master, please ask." Zhang Beixing answered immediately without any suspicion.

The old Taoist priest didn't look like a bad person, and through the previous competition, Zhang Beixing also believed that he had no ill will towards him.

The old Taoist nodded, thought for a moment and asked, "Did you feel anything special when you used the sword just now?"

He still had doubts in his mind.

Zhang Beixing's sword was too powerful, and its momentum made him feel panic.

He thought about it and felt that the aura was quite similar to the sword intent and sword momentum recorded in ancient books, but he couldn't be sure.

After all, from ancient times to the present, no one has ever confirmed the existence of sword energy.

Although Zhang Beixing's sword was powerful, but did the sword force... really exist?

The old Taoist priest was filled with doubts and shock. He tried to sort out his thoughts and finally decided to ask Zhang Beixing directly.

Zhang Beixing immediately understood what the old Taoist meant and replied with a smile: "That sword... I felt a stream of air or a barrier wrapped around the sword."

"That is an extremely powerful aura that can destroy everything." Zhang Beixing said, choosing his words carefully.

Hearing this, the old Taoist priest was struck by lightning, his eyes were full of horror. The shock in his heart was like a surging river, endless.

After hearing this unexpected yet reasonable answer, he suddenly understood.

All the speculations and doubts were answered at this moment - sword power!
He is now certain that the sword Zhang Beixing just struck must have contained sword force!
This was not only confirmed through ancient books, but also the result of his many years of experience in sword practice and traveling.

The old Taoist priest was secretly shocked.

He had never thought that such a thing as sword power actually existed, and he had met someone who had practiced sword power.

You know, in the 5,000 years of Chinese history, no one has ever been able to do this.

However, the young man in front of him did it.

This was too incredible for the old Taoist priest. He was shocked for a long time before he came to his senses and smiled kindly again: "Young people are really formidable."

But he soon realized that there seemed to be something wrong with this sentence, and wanted to add something, but ultimately did not say it.

Because the person standing in front of him was a young man who had already cultivated the sword skills and had only practiced sword for two months...

Such talent, no one in the entire history of Kyushu can match it. So terrifying...

"Master, thank you for your compliment." Zhang Beixing responded politely, "Master, where are you going?"

The old Taoist priest shook his head slightly and smiled, "Let it be. Perhaps, I will find a place to rest in a secluded place in this mountain."

……

Afterwards, the old Taoist priest declined Zhang Beixing's proposal to book a room for him and continued along the Great Wall. Zhang Beixing did not stay too long, packed up his things and went down the mountain to go home.

……

As soon as he got home, Zhang Beixing saw that his sister had returned.

"Brother, you're famous!" Zhang Shumin stood up excitedly and said with some worry.

Zhang Beixing took a sip of water to moisten his throat: "You also saw the news."

"Now is the information age, and news spreads very quickly on social platforms." Zhang Shumin waved his hand, then asked with a big smile on his face: "Is it fun to film? How does it feel to be with those stars?"

"What are you talking about filming? I'm exhausted." Zhang Beixing interrupted speechlessly. Thinking back to the four hours of repeated filming and attempts yesterday, he felt like he was about to collapse.

Therefore, after finishing the filming yesterday, he had already decided to try to accumulate all the scenes together, finish filming on the same day, and then do whatever he wants.

Seeing his brother's helplessness, Zhang Shumin smiled awkwardly and said, "Brother, there should be quite a lot of people in your live broadcast room today, right? You are very popular on the Internet now, and many people have leaked your live broadcast room information."

Zhang Beixing sat down on the sofa and said leisurely: "Let's put it this way, the money we earned today is enough for us to live for 20 to 30 years."

One million eight hundred thousand. According to the current prices and living habits, this amount of money is enough for the two siblings to use until they grow old.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Shumin stood up abruptly and pulled his brother's arm: "Brother, I want to eat the most expensive food tonight!"

"Then what do you want to eat?" Zhang Beixing asked with a smile.

Zhang Shumin pondered for a moment, frowning, but in the end he could not think of anything, so he waved his hand and said, "I don't care, I just want to eat the most expensive one."

Hearing this, Zhang Beixing smiled and clapped his hands on his thighs: "Okay! Let's eat the most expensive food tonight. Brother will treat us, so eat as much as you want!"

Then he added, "Oh, by the way, let's invite that little fat guy along. He invited us to travel before, so we can't just take advantage of him, we have to return the favor."

Zhang Shumin nodded: "Don't worry, brother. I'll call him right now and ask him to recommend the most expensive restaurant in Fenglan City."

Seeing his sister's smiling face, Zhang Beixing also smiled with relief. Even if time stopped at this moment, he would never regret his choice.

……

The next day, Fenglan City Military Region.

Inside the temporary combat command center, Xu Tairan frowned, his military uniform was tight, and he exuded a solemn aura.

"Have you found that group of mercenaries?" Xu Tairan asked in a deep voice, with an extremely displeased tone.

The guard hesitated for a moment, raised his hand and saluted, and replied: "Reporting to the commander, for the time being... we haven't found it yet."

Xu Tairan narrowed his eyes, and his inner uneasiness became stronger.

Just at dawn this morning, he received an urgent order from his superiors. According to reliable intelligence, a foreign mercenary force had quietly infiltrated Fenglan City with the intention of escorting some crucial scientific research data out of the country.

This information is closely related to Jiuzhou's scientific research, so the superiors firmly stated that this force must not be allowed to succeed, and they must not be allowed to escape from Fenglan City. It would be best if this place could be turned into their burial place.

Upon learning the news, Xu Tairan quickly convened senior leaders of the military region to discuss response strategies.

After some discussion, he made a decisive decision to dispatch special forces and mobilize the entire army to conduct a carpet search throughout Fenglan City in order to find this mercenary force.

However, an hour passed and they still hadn't found any trace of the mercenaries.

What exactly is the problem?
Could it be that the mercenaries had already smelled the news and quietly withdrew?
No, that is absolutely impossible. The message was transmitted through an encrypted channel, and the top military leaders do not seem to have been infiltrated so far.

What's more likely is that the mercenaries... have already gone into hiding.

With this in mind, Xu Tairan did not panic, nor did he hesitate. He immediately ordered: "Increase the intensity of the search! We must catch those foreign mercenaries as soon as possible."

"Also, the search should focus on the suburbs. The police can assist in the search of the city. Our main goal is to find all possible ways to leave or enter Fenglan City and search for any clues about them. Do you understand?"

Following Xu Tairan's order, everyone present raised their hands and saluted, shouting in unison: "Yes! Commander Xu! We promise to complete the mission."

Xu Tairan nodded slightly, with a hint of uneasiness in his eyes.

For some reason, the feeling of uneasiness in his heart grew stronger, with tension and uneasiness intertwined.

Foreign mercenary groups are simply synonymous with danger.

If they were hiding in the mountains or remote areas, it would be fine, at least they wouldn't cause much damage.

But what we are most afraid of is that they hide in urban areas, especially those densely populated areas.

There are potential hostages everywhere, and both arresting and searching them will be extremely challenging.

However, things have come to this point, and they must face the challenges head-on despite the difficulties.

We must never allow that mercenary group to act recklessly on this land!
It is the military’s unshirkable responsibility to protect the people and safety of this city!
……

Deep in the dark side of Fenglan Mountain, in the quiet and dim forest, a faint voice was heard, followed by several figures flashing by quickly, leaving obvious traces on the ground.

Soon after, the group arrived at a deeper point, and the leader raised his hand to signal the team members behind him to stop.

After everyone was sitting or standing and leaning against the trees, Captain Chatu, who had deep eye sockets, a high nose bridge, and a light stubble, raised his lips and said, "Okay, everyone can rest now. According to our current situation, we need to hide here for at least three days."

Hearing this, the bearded team member frowned slightly: "Three days? Isn't that too long? Why don't we come back in three days?"

"Yes, check the map. Why don't we come back in three days and just take the information and leave? Now we have to wait here for three days. It's boring just thinking about it."

"There are no women, no casinos, and no alcohol here. Just waiting like this? Oh, I really miss the old days."

"Chatu, is there something wrong over there? This is terrible, our whereabouts must have been discovered by the Kyushu military. It would be even worse if they find us."

"What the hell is going on? Are we really going to wait here for three days? No way, Chatto."

The mercenaries raised their questions one after another. Although there was dissatisfaction in their tone, they still maintained the most basic respect.

Chatu raised the corners of his mouth, spread his hands, and smiled calmly: "Everyone, what you need to know is that this is also part of our plan, or it can be said that our employer requires us to do this." (End of this chapter)