Starting from the martial arts world, Gan became a true master of martial arts.

Chapter 428 Gambling

At both ends of the long bluestone-paved street, people were walking towards each other, and Fang Xuan was right in the middle.

On Fang Xuan's left hand was a woman with a white veil on her face. In the night, she was wrapped in red brocade, with a jade belt around her waist. She was holding a pipa in her arms, and her figure was enchanting.

On the right is a man about eight feet tall, with bare hands, half-naked upper body, revealing his muscular body, but wearing a pair of pink pants.

This man and woman don't look like ordinary martial artists at all.

The man was full of murderous intent, not trying to hide his high fighting spirit. He walked towards me along the long bluestone street and said loudly:
"My name is Ma Jiang. Yesterday, someone spent a thousand taels of gold to buy your head. They all say that you are unfathomable. Although you look delicate, you have a heart as vicious as a snake. I always like challenges. Today, will you commit suicide and leave your body intact, or will you be smashed to pieces by my fists?"

Ma Jiang had a very loud voice, and his words were so loud that they immediately attracted the attention of many people around him.

The warriors hiding in the huts suddenly came out of the rooms at this moment, with smiles on their faces.

Fang Xuan was slightly stunned, staring at Ma Jiang with his deep eyes, and was indeed full of doubts in his heart.

I had just arrived here, and even Tianshui County, and someone was already looking to hire someone to kill someone?

Just as he was about to speak, the man was less than ten steps away from Fang Xuan. He suddenly stopped and said in a cold voice: "Stranger, if you stand in front of me again, I will treat you as her helper!"

Fang Xuan then noticed that the woman was also emitting a strong murderous intent, but it was not directed only at him, but at Ma Jiang.

It turns out it wasn't directed at me!
Fang Xuan, feeling slightly embarrassed, pressed down the brim of his hat and took two steps back.

The woman's mouth curled up, and her right hand was about to tune the string, but she suddenly stopped and smiled: "Ma Jiang, everyone has important things to do today, how about taking the thousand taels of gold tomorrow?"

"Hahaha, I, Ma Jiang, never negotiate with anyone." After saying that, his sturdy body rushed out straight away.

For a moment, the light flashed so brightly that even the light emitted from the surrounding crystals was covered up.

Fang Xuan felt a little puzzled. Aren’t all the people who came here here for the Nine-Child Buddhist Lotus?

Then he paid more attention to the woman.

Compared to the sturdy and strong man, the gorgeous pipa made of emerald jade in the woman's hand contained a mystery. The faint strings were filled with wisps of blood and ink-like deathly air.

It was as if all the vengeful spirits and evil ghosts who had died from this pipa were now gathered on this pipa.

Behind Fang Xuan, a little boy walked out of the thatched cottage, brought out two chairs, handed one to Fang Xuan, and said with a smile: "Daoyou, please sit down. It's rare to see a contest between Pink King Kong and Jade Pipa!"

Fang Xuan was a little hesitant. He didn't sense any strength from the child, but his confident words sounded like those of a veteran in the underworld.

Seeing Fang Xuan's hesitation, the child continued, "What are you standing there for? Two warriors at the fourth level of the heavens can't possibly hurt this shabby little hut of mine!"

After Fang Xuan sat down, the little boy stood up and shouted to the people around him, "I bet one thousand taels of gold on the Jade-faced Pipa to win. Bet on it!"

As he spoke, the little boy threw out a blue sachet, which drew a perfect arc in the air and hung on a branch of a dead willow tree in front of a thatched cottage not far away.

"Five hundred taels, to buy the pink diamond!"

"I'll give you one thousand taels!"

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There was a lot of noise, and soon the branches of the dead willow tree were filled with all kinds of bags.

The child sat down, smiled at Fang Xuan, and said, "You don't want to press it? Listen to me, pressing the Jade-faced Pipa is the right choice!"

Fang Xuan smiled and shook his head, and asked: "I heard that there is a Nine-Child Buddha Lotus here, what do you think?"

"You don't seem to be here for the Nine-Child Buddha Lotus, do you?" The little boy restrained his gaze, still with a childish smile on his face: "Didn't you see that those bald donkeys in the Buddhist sect haven't made any move yet?"

"The Nine-Child Buddha Lotus hasn't appeared yet, who would be the first to jump out? This would only bring trouble to oneself!"

"Nine-Child Buddhist Lotus is not here?" Fang Xuan asked doubtfully.

"It seems that you know nothing." The little boy sighed and continued, "When the Buddha King falls, the Buddha's fate in his body will bloom into a Buddha lotus after being nourished by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for hundreds of years!"

"This is also the origin of the Nine-Child Buddhist Lotus. There was indeed a great battle that took place around Yujiang, and many Buddhist masters died."

"However, the time has not come yet. How can Fulian be born so easily?"

Hearing this, Fang Xuan nodded thoughtfully. It turned out that the Nine-Child Buddha Lotus had not yet been born!
The little boy suddenly asked, "Whose army do you belong to, fellow Daoist? Wanzhou? Or Yizhou? It can't be Jingzhou! Cheng Shanming, that coward, shouldn't dare to participate!"

Fang Xuan did not give a direct answer, but just shook his head with a smile.

The little boy suddenly realized what was going on and couldn't help but give Fang Xuan a thumbs up: "You're so brave!"

"The ancestors of the An family need the Nine-Seed Buddha Lotus to break through the barrier. Everyone has come here to fight for the Nine-Seed Buddha Lotus under the call of various forces. You are the first one who can come here alone, just for yourself!"

Fang Xuan remained silent and focused his attention on the five monks opposite him.

They all wore orange monk robes, had a large gray patch on their elbows, and had scars from their ordination on their heads.

Among them was a blind monk who caught Fang Xuan's attention.

There was a very terrifying evil spirit emanating from the other party, and he was ready to make a move under the cover of a ball of Buddha's light.

At this time, the battle between the two people on the street was in full swing.

After a brief test, Ma Jiang no longer held back his strength, and his punch suddenly accelerated and hit the woman.

The woman's body fell backwards lightly, with her feet rooted to the ground.

After his punch missed, Ma Jiang knew something was wrong and immediately dispersed his energy throughout his body. Although he had a well-trained physique, he was worried whether he could withstand the woman's attack, so he had to give up the offensive.

He soon distanced himself from the woman, and the energy in his body spread out. His skin shone brightly, as if it was coated with a layer of gold paint. It was quite similar to the Buddhist Vajra Body, but it was not covered with the Buddha's light.

Sure enough, the next moment the woman kicked upwards at an extremely fast speed. Even though Ma Jiang had been prepared in advance, he was still kicked and his whole body was shaken.

Just as Ma Jiang ascended to the sky and his body was suspended in the air for a short time, the woman then used twisting, rolling and picking techniques, with the five fingers of her right hand moving rapidly. A clear pipa sound spread out, accompanied by a trace of crystal clear light, and came towards Ma Jiang's face in an instant!
Ma Jiang's eyes were filled with horror. Those cold threads, like sharp blades, kept crisscrossing in the air, chaotically and across the four directions. With a loud "bang!!!", an energy barrier exploded directly in the air.

Ma Jiang used a heavy weight to drop to the ground with a loud bang, and the bluestone paved ground was covered with cracks.

And that huge body that looked like golden lacquer had faint traces of blood seeping out from several tiny scars.

Even though he had a well-trained body, the man was grimacing in pain due to the piercing pain.

"Clang clang clang!!!"

The sound of the pipa continued to be heard, and before Ma Jiang could stand firm, the next wave of cold silk threads had already attacked him.

At the same time, the woman's figure disappeared out of thin air. Ma Jiang was stunned for a moment, and a white light shot down from the sky above his head.

Ma Jiang raised his hands to the sky, and a powerful force still blew his huge body down, and his knees sank into the bluestone slabs.

At this moment, someone on the wall clapped his hands softly, "Great, great, this battle was really exciting to watch."

Many people looked up and saw a man with a stiff smile squatting on a thatched hut not far away. His face looked like he was wearing a shabby and inferior mask, permanently engraved on his face.

Seeing this, everyone frowned.

Smiling tiger, Qiantang.

The famous Blood Martial Saint of Kyushu!

As the name suggests, anyone who is targeted by it will die before they even realize the danger, and it likes to pester people.

The smiling tiger squatted on the wall, picked up a few straws in one hand and threw them lightly. The straws were like a silver spear, cutting through the space.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

The straw was finally nailed into two small circles under the feet of Ma Jiang and the woman, covering them up. Then he laughed and said, "Let's save this fight for now. After the big thing is over, I will no longer stop you from living or dying!"

"Jade-faced Pipa, follow me!"

The woman turned around and walked towards Qiantang without any hesitation.

Ma Jiang's face looked very ugly, the energy in his body surged slowly, and he was about to punch out.

Qian Tang's voice floated out coldly: "If you move, blood will splatter five feet!"

As he spoke, the straw that was originally nailed to the man's feet actually condensed into a long sword, floating in his chest.

Feeling the fierce murderous intent, the man slowly put away his hands.

The surrounding warriors did not stop Qian Tang from taking the woman away.

"What a pity." The little boy next to Fang Xuan waved his right hand lightly, and a sachet hanging on a branch of a dead willow flew back.

"There's no show to watch!"

The little boy sighed and carried the stool back to the hut.

The warriors on the bluestone street walked back while talking.

In the mountains and forests.

Several people gathered together, and they looked at the young man in white shirt from afar across the Yu River.

The leading man puffed out his chest, showing off his muscular body, and snorted coldly:
"Is this Fang Xuan?"

A person beside him said in a hoarse voice: "It looks like that. Why did the king want to capture such a human being?"

"Why do you care about the king's affairs?" A thin man grinned, revealing a scarlet tongue.

Others all showed off their muscular chest muscles.
"What's up, you wanna fight? Come on!"

"Are these wild monkeys in Zhongzhou crazy?"

The leading man said coldly: "I don't care how you fight or make trouble, as long as it doesn't affect the king's plan."

"Remember, our main target is Fang Xuan, and we need to capture the traitor Chi Yan while we're at it!"

As they spoke, a strong demonic aura emanated from the several people.

They are all great monsters hiding in various places in Kyushu, and they were only recently summoned together by Lingxi.

The monsters in the Taichu Secret Cave are rioting.

Lingxi was besieged by several people from Kunwu Mountain. Not only was his thousand-year-old Holy Yuan Branch stolen, but he almost died in the Taichu Secret Cave.

After escaping from the Taichu Secret Cave, he finally arrived in Zhongzhou after many twists and turns.

Before he broke through to the Divine Wandering Realm, finding Fang Xuan had become his lifelong wish!

"Old Ape, I heard that these humans are fighting for the Nine-Child Buddha Lotus. Should we get involved? It is a treasure comparable to the thousand-year-old Saint Yuan Branch!"

The Fire Cloud Lion that transformed into a human whispered.

When the monsters were hesitating, one of them suddenly changed his expression and looked towards the other side of Yujiang River:

"Watch out, he's coming!"

The monsters' faces changed drastically. They looked into the distance and saw a young man in white standing by the Yujiang River, motionless, looking in their direction from time to time.

"Oh no, he won't find us!"

(End of this chapter)