The road to Jianghu started from the martial arts hall

Chapter 140: Divine Sword Flying Snow
Mojian Peak, the top of the mountain.

The place was already crowded with people at this moment. Almost half of the famous swordsmen from Jiangzhou had come. Some swordsmen from the other seven continents in the neighboring Jiangnan also rushed to Mojian Peak within a few days after hearing the news.

Among the more than two hundred swordsmen, most of them are only at the Tongmai Realm, but the weakest ones have strength at the bottom of the Dragon and Phoenix List.

The other small half are all in the awakening state. Although none of them are on the human list, they have gathered the essence of Jiangzhou swordsmanship.

The Human List is different from the Dragon and Phoenix List. There is no age limit. After all, the people on the Dragon and Phoenix List are all young people under the age of 30. Most of them can only be said to have potential, and it takes time to accumulate before they can turn it into strength.

The human list, however, ranks seventy-two people among all the awakening realm warriors in the world according to their battle records.

In addition to these swordsmen who are ready to shine in the sword fight, there are also those martial arts heroes who either do not use swords or are not strong enough, but come to watch the fun.

After the Lijiang Pavilion opened today, everyone finally rushed to the top of the mountain to participate in this grand event.

At a rough glance, there were no less than three thousand people, and the crowd was a mixed bag. Normally, no one in the underworld dared to say that he had no enemies. At this time, if the enemies met, friction was inevitable.

But everyone still gave face to the Lijiang Pavilion. Although there were some quarrels, no one did anything wrong.

However, when there are too many people, the scene will inevitably be chaotic, and the venue cannot be small, and the venue on the top of Mojian Peak is large enough.

The top of this mountain was flattened eight hundred years ago after the establishment of Lijiang Pavilion, and became a platform of hundreds of acres, about the size of eight or nine football fields.

The platform has a wide view and can accommodate tens of thousands of people.

But there was only a circle around the outside that was paved with stone slabs for people to stand on. When Fang Xun arrived, he saw that all the viewing sheds, tables and chairs had been arranged by the Lijiang Pavilion, and were also filled with wine and drinks.

Whenever a famous swordsman arrived, the welcoming disciple at the door would sing loudly to attract the attention of people nearby.

When you leave your sight behind the stone floor, you'll see that most of the platform is covered in moss, and you can vaguely see sword marks carved into the ground.

At this time, everyone was standing on the outer stone pavement, and they would occasionally look at the sword marks amid the noise, but no one dared to cross the line and step out of the stone pavement.

This is the place where Mu Qingkong broke through nine hundred years ago. You may not feel anything if you just stand on the edge and watch from afar, but once you leave the stone slab, you will have to face Mu Qingkong's sword intent directly.

This sword god is a peerless figure above the divine will. The sword marks he left casually in other places on Mojian Peak are not complete, but only have the charm of vitality. It is not dangerous for others to touch it.

But the sword marks at the breakthrough point represent his complete sword intent, which includes vitality, death and destruction.

This is not something that everyone can do. If one's foundation is not good, one's 'spirit' will be destroyed by the sword if one is not careful.

"Guangling Mansion, Young Master Fang of the Black Hand Sword, Fang Xun, is here!"

When the sharp-eyed welcoming disciple saw Fang Xun coming, he shouted "Yes" loudly, and immediately all pairs of eyes looked over.

Everyone saw Fang Xun holding a rusty and broken sword, slowly walking up the stairs step by step, and they were immediately filled with confusion.

However, no one opened their mouth to discuss it. Fang Xun's name had spread in the past few days. Everyone who came to Mojian Peak knew that he was a master of the same level as Jian Wu, and was also the most popular candidate to win the divine sword this time.

After a moment's silence, the crowd became noisy again.

"Young Master Fang, nice to meet you, I am the founder of the Shan Sect."

"Haha, I am also from Guangling Prefecture, and I have met Young Master Fang before."

"My son is also a member of the Six Gates. I hope Young Master Fang will take care of him and support him in the future."

In an instant, a group of martial arts people gathered around and chatted enthusiastically, including some famous Jiangzhou martial arts celebrities.

Fang Xun was not surprised. If one has ability, one will be famous. Once one becomes famous, it is normal for other people to smile at him when they meet him.

He did not neglect them either. He put on a smiling face and chatted with everyone, or at least nodded in response.

Most people in the underworld care about their reputation, and Fang Xun would not deliberately offend others. Although he is not afraid of trouble, he also hates meddling in other people's business.

"Captain Fang!"

At this time, Su Xingcan also came up with several disciples and greeted them with a smile.

"Come, come, come this way, please. We have already prepared a seat for Captain Fang!"

"Thank you."

After a while, Fang Xun was led by Su Xingcan to a viewing area with the best view. Dongfang Que and Yan Ming had already sat down, chatting and drinking tea leisurely.

The three groups of people from Broken Sword Villa, Divine Sword Lake and Caixia Sect were also sitting nearby. When Yue Liuli and Jian Wuyi saw him arrive, they nodded slightly to show that they had met him.

Apart from them, everyone else in this area also has some status and fame. They are either from famous families or are respected celebrities in the martial arts world.

When Xiao Qianfeng saw him, the smile on his face disappeared, and he turned his head away with a cold snort.

Fang Xun also took a quick look after seeing this and discovered that Li Xiu was no longer among the group of people from Broken Sword Villa. He probably had been "dealt with" privately.

Fang Xun smiled and didn't mind. It was normal for Xiao Qianfeng to be unhappy about such a loss of face, so he sat in the seat between Dongfang Que and Yan Ming.

"Master Su, don't worry about me. Go take care of other guests first."

"Haha, I apologize for the poor hospitality. I'll be leaving now."

After Su Xingcan left, Yan Ming was also amazed.

"Oh my god, I didn't expect there would be so many people today."

Dongfang Que's expression was calm, he had seen some of the world, and after hearing what Yan Mingda said, he smiled and said.

"That's just a small number. There are only over 3,000 people. You have to know that the Jiangnan Martial Arts Conference held every ten years has a huge crowd. If you calculate the time, it will be held again at this time in three years."

Fang Xun also interrupted with a smile: "I will definitely go and see it when the time comes."

The martial arts conference is a long-standing tradition in the Central Plains. Every ten years, local martial artists from each region gather together to hold a grand event, and the Eight Prefectures of Jiangnan are no exception.

All the grudges in the martial arts world can be settled in front of all the heroes at the martial arts conference.

If you can't explain it clearly, then let's fight in a life-and-death arena to settle the grudge from now on. After that, no matter how big the grudge is, it must disappear into thin air and there must be no recurrence, otherwise all the heroes in the world will kill you!
This is equivalent to suppressing the grievances and frictions between the various factions in the martial arts world within a range that everyone can accept.

Of course, there are also people who participate in martial arts conferences with the intention of becoming famous and making a name for themselves.

"Haha, how could a grand event like the Jiangnan Martial Arts Conference be without a young hero like Captain Fang?"

At this moment, a gentle voice interrupted the conversation of the three people. Fang Xun looked in the direction of the voice and saw a gentle middle-aged scholar sitting in the seat next to Yan Ming.

"So this is Tianfeng Tower, Senior Jinbi Ke, I, the junior Fang Xun, am here to pay my respects."

Ren Qiuyu, the Golden Pen Master, comes from Tianfeng Tower. He is the owner of the Jiangzhou branch of Tianfeng Tower and is also the chief matchmaker in Jiangzhou.

I saw a golden pen in his hand, writing something on the book from time to time.

He knew that the Tianfenglou media organization would definitely send someone to witness and record.

In the martial arts world, wherever something big happens, there will definitely be a large number of martial arts gossipmongers present, and Tianfeng Tower, the leader of the world's gossipmongers, will definitely not be absent.

When it comes to being well-informed about the underworld, Tianfeng Louyin is the best in the world, and all this is thanks to the disciples within the sect who record every detail.

The same is true as evidenced by the battle records of the four rankings of Heaven, Earth, Man, and Dragon and Phoenix.

However, Fang Xun did not expect that Ren Qiuyu, the owner of the Jiangzhou branch, would come in person to record and witness the Lijiang Pavilion Sword Fighting Competition.

"I don't deserve to be your senior. We can just be friends as equals."

Ren Qiuyu closed the book in his hand and responded with a smile.

"I've heard that Captain Fang has some grievances with the Great Zen Temple. I heard that the 31st place on the Earth Ranking, Master Xin Yan, who killed the evil monk, sent a letter to the Six Gates yesterday, claiming that he would settle the feud with you at the Jiangnan Martial Arts Conference in three years. I wonder if this is true?"

Yan Ming and Dongfang Que were stunned for a moment, and Fang Xun was also stunned for a moment.

"I don't know about this yet. Commander Yu may have received the letter but hasn't told me yet. But is Xin Yan, a master, going to personally fight me in a life-and-death duel three years from now?!"

At the same time, he was also surprised at how well-informed Tianfeng Tower was. They knew immediately about something that happened yesterday.

Ren Qiuyu shook his head and explained, "Young Master Fang, you are worrying too much. Dachan Temple is the leader of Buddhism after all. It is impossible for them to do such a shameful thing. At most, Xinyan will send a disciple who has reached the highest level of enlightenment to fight with you to settle the feud."

After hearing this, Fang Xun smiled and thanked him.

"Thank you for letting me know. I feel relieved now."

Three years was a long time for him. Even if he didn't become a grandmaster after three years, he was confident that no one below the grandmaster would be able to defeat him.

If the feud between him and the Dachan Temple could be settled with a battle at the Jiangnan Martial Arts Conference, he would certainly be willing to do so.

"The auspicious time has arrived, let's pay homage to the Master!"

At this moment, a solemn voice sounded and the entire platform suddenly became quiet.

Everyone stood up, straightened their clothes, and looked towards an incense table in front of them.

Seeing three sacrificial animals placed on it, Su Xingcan walked slowly forward with a solemn expression and bowed.

"Bow down!"

At this moment, all the martial artists present, no matter how unruly they were, bowed slightly.

This worship is to Mu Qingkong, the number one swordsman in the world nine hundred years ago. The sword techniques of Lijiange originated from the sword marks left by Mu Qingkong.

All disciples will worship during the festival to show that they never forget the grace of preaching.

"Two obeisances!"

Fang Xun and other outsiders also bowed sincerely, which showed their admiration for the strong and their humility towards strength.

"Three bows, the ceremony is complete!"

After bowing three times, Su Xingcan turned around and bowed to everyone.

"Heroes of Jiangnan, the magic sword Feixue has been born in Lijian Pavilion. Thank you for your support."

As he was speaking, a disciple respectfully walked up to him holding a sword in both hands, and everyone's eyes were immediately focused on the sword.

The scabbard is black, yet it exudes a low-key luxury.

With a clanging sound, Su Xingcan drew out his sword and a ray of cold light appeared.

The sword was long, narrow and bright, about four feet long. The surface seemed to be covered with a layer of faint light, like a pool of clear water, rippling and flickering.

Just by looking at it, everyone present felt a chill in their brows, as if the sword would stab at them in the next moment.

As soon as Su Xingcan pulled it out, it made a clear sound, like the crisp and pleasant sound of jade beads rolling down, and then it returned to its original simplicity, with its sharpness completely retracted, making people feel that the previous scene was just an illusion. This was just an ordinary sword.

But everyone in the field knew that after experiencing what just happened, every face was moved, and their eyes were filled with a hint of heat.

"The divine sword has spirit, and its edge is hidden. Feixue is indeed a spiritual sword!"

There are few swordsmen in the world who can refuse to own a sword like Feixue, and most of the swordsmen in the field are no exception.

".Before the sword fight officially begins, please listen to me for a few more words. If you are interested, you can enter the sword platform on your own, or you can suppress your skills and fight with others.

But Master Mu's sword intent is fierce, if you want to comprehend it, you must be aware of the risks. Once you enter the Sword Retention Platform, your life and death are your own responsibility. I hope you can do it according to your ability!"

After saying the last word, Su Xingcan threw the Feixue Sword in his hand casually.

After the four-foot green peak flew into the air, there was a sudden clear sound and the sword body burst into a dazzling light.

As if there was a mysterious force pulling at the Sword Platform, the Feixue Sword spun in the air and was steadily inserted into the center of the platform.

"I declare that the sword fight officially begins!"

With a sudden noise, the place became noisy again, but the next moment, a sharp voice made everyone quiet down again.

"Fang Xun, do you dare to fight with me?"

The voice was clearly heard by everyone, and everyone looked over immediately, only to see that Xiao Qianfeng didn't even look at the Feixue Sword.

A pair of eyes stared straight at Fang Xun, full of fighting spirit.

(End of this chapter)