The road to Jianghu started from the martial arts hall

Chapter 136 Bai Wufeng

Time passed by unknowingly, like a white horse passing by, and three days were gone quickly.

More and more swordsmen came to Mojian Peak. On the first day, there were only fifty or sixty people going up the mountain.

After three days, the number of people suddenly exceeded two hundred, and the guest rooms on the mountain were also full. This was because Lijiang Pavilion had raised the standards, otherwise there would definitely not be enough guest rooms.

The mountain was bustling with activity. A large number of swordsmen were sitting on the sword platforms to comprehend the sword marks left by the Sword God more than nine hundred years ago. There were also many who were suppressing their skills and practicing sword techniques.

This was a rare grand event in Jiangzhou, with swordsmen all waiting for the sword fighting competition to begin. However, Qu Qingliu's death cast a shadow on everyone's hearts.

Although Su Xingcan later added more patrol personnel, everyone else also became more vigilant.

Fortunately, after that night, everything was calm for three consecutive days, which made everyone feel a little relieved and the atmosphere was no longer so tense.

Every morning at dawn, the sword-keeping platforms on the mountain would be filled with people, and today was no exception.

In a certain place on the sword platform, a group of swordsmen were staring intently at two figures crisscrossing the field, with sword energy emitting and sparks rising.

Dongfang Que was seen in a red robe, his movements were erratic and ghostly, and he stabbed with sword after sword with a relaxed look on his face.

Each sword seems to be there and not there, making it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake, like an antelope hanging on a horn, invulnerable.

On the other hand, Dongfang Que's opponent is a middle-aged swordsman in the awakening state.

His face was solemn. He did not dare to slack off in every strike of the sword and was fully alert to deal with the situation.

It was really that Dongfang Que's swordsmanship was too strange. Not only was it fast, but it was also erratic, making it difficult to figure out his movements.

As long as you relax, you will be stabbed without knowing it, and you may not even know why you were stabbed.

But as the saying goes, if you defend too long, you will lose. The two of them have already fought for more than three hundred moves. Although they have suppressed their skills to the level of acquired perfection, it has also consumed a lot of their mind and spirit.

Finally, the middle-aged swordsman revealed a flaw, and Dongfang Que stabbed at his chest with his sword at an extremely fast speed.

The middle-aged swordsman's face changed, but before he could react, the next moment, Dongfang Que's sword suddenly stopped, less than an inch away from his chest.

Then Dongfang Que put the soft sword back to his waist, clasped his hands together and said, "Thank you."

The middle-aged swordsman gave a bitter smile and returned the greeting with his fists clasped together: "Miss Fang's swordsmanship is indeed amazing. I even suspect that even if I don't suppress my power, I am still not your opponent."

Dongfang Que smiled modestly and said, "Thank you, Miao. Man'er's farming skills are nothing. Young Master's sword is really amazing!"

For a moment, everyone was stunned after hearing this. The maidservant around him was so powerful that even an enlightened swordsman admitted that he was no match for her even if he suppressed his skills. What about Fang Xun?
Dongfang Que smiled and said no more. He walked to the stone wall, sat down cross-legged, and began to comprehend the sword marks left by Mu Qingkong on the stone wall, reflecting on the shortcomings of his own swordsmanship and filling in the gaps.

Three days ago, Fang Xun taught him the "Thirteen Styles of Qingfeng", a style of swordsmanship that suits him very well.

Dongfang Que has been like this for the past three days. During the day, he goes to Liujiantai to comprehend the sword marks, or practices with swordsmen on the mountain.

Dongfang Que's aptitude and foundation are first-rate, otherwise Yu Jiaolong, Yue Liuli and Xue Qianrou would not all be thinking of poaching him.

Although not as exaggerated as Fang Xun, by absorbing the insights of martial arts characters, he can master a martial art in a short period of time.

But it only took him one day to make some progress in the "Thirteen Styles of Qingfeng". After another two days, he had reached perfection and was not far from the ultimate success. It was estimated that in half a month, he would be able to master this sword technique to perfection.

Just as Dongfang Que was concentrating on comprehending the sword intent, a low voice suddenly came to his ears.

"Excuse me, young lady."

Dongfang Que immediately opened his eyes, turned his head, and saw a tall young man not far away looking at him.

The young man looked to be in his thirties, dressed simply, with a face full of the air of being weathered. Hanging around his waist was a somewhat worn iron sword, without even a scabbard.

Although the iron sword was old and worn, it was very sharp. Dongfang Que felt that this sword would be no worse than his own soft sword when it came to killing people.

The opponent's aura was deep and powerful, and he felt extremely threatened by it.

"I may not be his opponent. According to the young master's strength evaluation standard, I should be on the same level as Qu Qingliu, a veteran of Jiangzhou martial arts." In this world, there is no precise standard for dividing the strength of martial artists except for their realm.

In the acquired world, one can still count the levels as a vague comparison standard, but starting from the innate world, no matter whether it is opening up the meridians or opening up the orifices, there is no specific division of combat power.

If you want to know who is strong and who is weak, you can only get a rough estimate by sensing the qi, which may be somewhat different from the reality.

The easiest way is to play a game, and then you will know everything.

However, based on all the opponents he had encountered, Fang Xun also roughly divided the strength of awakened warriors into several levels.

Those who have just been promoted to the state of awakening but have not practiced the method of awakening are considered to be ordinary awakenings, and this kind of awakening method can be killed with just a few moves.

For someone like Mo Tianming, who was born into the Thirty-Six Upper Sect but is only considered the middle class among his peers in the sect, Fang Xun now needs to use all his trump cards to kill him.

The stronger ones are martial arts masters like Qu Qingliu.

Bai Xiaolou, Xiao Qianfeng, Xue Qianrou and Yue Liuli, the other three in the top ten of the Dragon and Phoenix List, are about the same level, but are slightly stronger than Qu Qingliu.

In order to kill an enemy of this strength, Fang Xun must first launch a sneak attack with a "flying spoon" to severely injure the opponent as he did before, and then use a hidden killer move.

Next are the current Fang Xun and Jian Wuyi, who can fight head-on with the Kaiqiao Jijie for a while, but will lose if the fight lasts too long, and will eventually be at the Kaiqiao Jijie.

This is just a vague standard, which is convenient for Fang Xun to evaluate his opponent's background. He himself only uses it as a reference and will not take it as a criterion.

Dongfang Que only needed to sense the aura of the young swordsman to know that he was no weaker than Qu Qingliu.

As he thought about this, he also stood up, and immediately stood up and asked politely, "Haven't you asked for my advice yet?"

The young man cupped his fists and said, "My name is Bai Wufeng, and I would like to have a sword fight with Miss Fang."

'Nineteenth on the Dragon and Phoenix Ranking, the Stubborn Iron Sword White Without Edge.'

Dongfang Que had also heard of Bai Wufeng's name. He had no profound master and had to work his way up from the bottom of society.

He is only twenty-seven this year, but looks like a man in his thirties. His humble experiences have left obvious traces of the hardships he has experienced.

But being able to make it to number 19 on the Dragon and Phoenix List and achieving a breakthrough is still quite impressive.

Although he has now been promoted to the awakened state, the Dragon and Phoenix Ranking has not been updated yet, and he is still ranked 19th. Once his strength breaks through, he will be no weaker than Qu Qingliu.

"It's a pity that he doesn't have a superior method to open his mind. After he is promoted to the state of opening his mind, he will probably be unable to move forward, unless he chooses a force to join him."

While thinking this, Dongfang Que also said with a smile: "Brother Bai wants to spar with me, I couldn't ask for more!"

As they talked, the two men drew their swords one after another, and tacitly suppressed their skills to the level of acquired perfection, only practicing swordsmanship. This was also the unspoken rule among swordsmen in Liujiantai when they practiced with each other.

When they were about to start, Bai Wufeng suddenly looked somewhere.

Dongfang Que's ears also moved slightly, and he stretched out his left hand like lightning and grabbed in the air, and suddenly a two-inch long cylinder appeared in the palm of his hand.

This kind of cylinder is usually used as a tool for carrier pigeons to carry letters.

He saw the word "snow" on the cylinder, then turned around and looked around for a while, but did not find any suspicious people.

The other swordsmen seemed to be unaware of anything, only he and Bai Wufeng felt it.

Dongfang Que immediately opened the cylinder, took out a roll of paper and unfolded it. After quickly reading the contents, his face looked strange.

"I'm sorry, there's something important that needs to be dealt with as soon as possible. I hope Brother Bai will forgive me."

After apologizing to Bai Wufeng, Dongfang Que hurriedly left Liujiantai and walked towards the guest house where he lived.

Bai Wufeng was stunned for a moment as he watched him leave. He shook his head regretfully, but quickly put it behind him and went to find another swordsman in the awakening realm to practice with him.

(End of this chapter)