The road to Jianghu started from the martial arts hall

Bashu is located in the southwest of the Central Plains, bordering the four prefectures of Xifu in the north and the six prefectures of Xiangxi in the south.

The area surrounding Shu is mountainous and the roads are difficult to travel on, which is what we say is the difficult road to Shu.

But its interior is a vast plain, forming a basin-shaped terrain with a relatively closed environment. Most outsiders who come here set out from western Hunan and take the water route into Sichuan, but Fang Xun, of course, chose to fly over these mountains.

He is now walking on the official road of Shuzhou.

On the distant horizon, the vague outline of a county town appeared in his sight.

As the year draws to a close, snow and wind rage in the air, covering the official roads with a layer of white snow.

There were fewer people coming and going, and everyone was busy on their own way, wanting to reach the county town ahead as soon as possible so they could have a drink and warm themselves up.

Da da da--

At this moment, there was suddenly the sound of horse hooves, and two horses were seen galloping past, leaving irregular hoof prints on the snow.

Fang Xun took a quick glance and saw clearly that the two men were dressed as postmen of the post station, and it was obvious that they had official documents or letters to deliver to the county town ahead.

"It's probably because the four lists of Tianfeng Tower have been updated."

Fang Xun quietly watched the three riders enter the city and guessed in his heart.

Counting the time, it is the day when Tianfeng Tower announces the results.

'Just stopped by to take a look'

Suddenly, there was another burst of hurried horse hoof sounds, and several horses galloped past, bringing with them a gust of wind that made Fang Xun's hair flutter.

He saw that the warriors on horseback were full of energy, with full foreheads and high temples, and they all had swords and knives on their waists. A sense of wildness and ruggedness filled his face.

When encountering such people, pedestrians on the roadside will quickly avoid them, not daring to block the road, and let them pass first.

Fang Xun sighed after seeing this.

"We have come here over a dozen times, and the worst of them are good players. We have even seen a few Yin Shen masters. The Sword Forging Pavilion is really famous. There is an endless stream of masters coming to ask for swords every day."

Although Yin Shen masters are not as rare now as they were before the revival of spiritual power, they can still not be seen everywhere.

Fang Xun rode a wooden kite into Shu, and within less than an hour after landing on the official road, he saw no less than five Yin Shen masters.

He was not surprised by this situation, because if he walked another fifty miles north, he would reach the mountain gate of the Sword Casting Pavilion.

Immediately, Fang Xun also quickened his pace, taking a leap of thirty or four feet in one step, and soon entered the county town ahead.

Shuzhou, Mian'an Prefecture, Yangfeng County.

Although this county town is not big, it is a bustling place with people coming and going.

Thanks to the fact that the Sword Forging Pavilion is not far from here, a large number of warriors who come here to seek swords stop by the county town every day, giving rise to the prosperity here.

As the New Year is approaching, every household goes out to buy New Year's goods, and children can be seen playing in the snow.

They were not afraid when they saw the bloody swords of the gangsters. Some brave kids even went up to talk to them and wanted to touch the swords on their waists.

When these martial artists encountered such things, they would just laugh it off or tease the children. Few people would really bother with a group of young children.

Fang Xun quickly went up to the largest restaurant in the city and saw that it was almost packed.

He finally found an empty seat by the side on the second floor and sat down. He ordered a pot of wine and a pile of peanuts, and while enjoying the sip, he also listened to the other guests chatting about all kinds of gossip.

Snapped--

"Since the revival of spiritual power, the world has been in turmoil, and Zhenwu giants have emerged one after another. Among the thirty-six major sects, except for the Luo family that was destroyed by the White Lotus Holy Mother, Zhenwu has appeared in every other sect.

The most worthy number one in the world is the one among the thirty-six top sects - the Sword God Shangguan Wudi. He is as powerful as an entire sect, truly extraordinary and extraordinary!"

In the lobby on the first floor, a storyteller slammed the gavel, his eyes were bright and he talked incessantly.

Everyone couldn't help but nod their heads frequently. Over the years, there were a few masters who broke through to the Zhenwu level every once in a while.

Up to now, except for the battle with the White Lotus Holy Mother, there has been no example of Zhenwu masters openly fighting each other.

As for the faction of Zhenwu who took turns to go to the Palace of Scholars and challenge Wu Haoran to a duel two years ago, that was a private appointment and the specific details have not been made public.

As for the strength of these Zhenwu land immortals, everyone can only guess.

The strength of the White Lotus Mother is obviously a bit superb, and everyone is more inclined to regard her as on the same level as Shangguan Wudi.

As for who is stronger and who is weaker among the other Zhenwu warriors, and whether there is any obvious division of strength levels among the Zhenwu group, most people have no idea.

However, it is recognized that Shangguan Wudi is the strongest.

As one of the nine mountains of Black Water Abyss, he clearly revealed his identity.

Everyone in the world knows that because of the Nine Dragons and Eight Wastelands Formation and the earth vein seal, Shangguan Wudi and the Daxuan court are in a life-and-death relationship.

However, he had been practicing in seclusion in the East China Sea and had not concealed his whereabouts at all.

The imperial court and the various academies could gather a number of Zhenwu masters at any time to cause trouble for him.

But apart from the fact that Wu Haoran went to see him shortly after his spiritual inspiration came back to life, there was no further news in the following years.

Perhaps the imperial court had tried to trouble him, but it came to nothing and was unknown to outsiders. In any case, from this point of view alone, he deserved the title of the best in the world.

"Shangguan Wudi, I don't know how strong he is. Compared with Ren Piaomiao who has learned a move before the battle, who is stronger?"

When Fang Xun heard this name from the storyteller, his mind was filled with thoughts.

He even suspected that the other party had realized the incarnation of heaven and earth before his spiritual inspiration was revived, so after the two sealing nodes were destroyed, he immediately broke through. The whole process seemed to be a natural process.

"In addition to these Zhenwu land immortals, there are also Qingyang Palace Tianyuzi, Zirandao Yuxin, Shenjianhu Jianwuyi, etc. They are all the young generation's leading talents.
The best among the younger generation is Fang Xun, the Black Hand Sword. Five months ago, at the Jiangnan Martial Arts Conference, he single-handedly defeated all the heroes in Jiangnan.

Later, Mo Hanxing, the Poison King of Jiangnan who was ranked seventh on the Earth List, was also defeated by him. Now it is said that he is only one step away from becoming a Zhenwu.

It is a pity that the seven states of Bashu are blessed with talented people and beautiful scenery, and the three giants of Tang Family, Sword Forging Pavilion and Qingcheng Sect are in charge of the martial arts world, but the young generation of masters are declining in influence. "

After the storyteller had talked for a while, he finally sighed.

"Humph!"

At this moment, a cold snort reached Fang Xun's ears, but the others seemed to be unaware of it, so he couldn't help but glance at them.

At a table on the second floor, there sat four young men with dignified bearing, wearing tall hats and wide belts. They were all dressed like scholars and looked like Confucian scholars.

This person is the master of Yin Shen, and his skills are profound.

Although he was unhappy, he controlled the sound within a certain range. Only the three people at the same table could hear it, but it could not escape Fang Xun's ears.

".They are just a bunch of rough warriors. If the outstanding talents of the major academies of our Confucianism had not been unwilling to compete for fame, there would have been no chance for these people to be in the limelight. And Fang Xun is just a guy who dares to hide behind a woman and pretend to be powerful!"

Hearing the sour tone of the young man, Fang Xun couldn't help laughing.

The strength of the Confucian school is still very strong, as a heritage of gods and demons that has continued from the era of the Human Emperor to the present and is still prosperous.

In terms of background alone, regardless of strength, I am afraid that the Thirty-Six Sects and the Great Xuan Court are far behind.

However, students in major academies turned a deaf ear to world outside and focused on reading books of sages. They were either studying or studying hard for exams, and rarely interacted with others openly.

None of the geniuses will be as famous as the masters on the four lists of Tianfeng Tower.

"Well, I don't know what happened to the Zhuzi Academy in recent years. Since that incident when the door was blocked, they have been very low-key. They neither look for trouble with Shangguan Wudi nor come to look for trouble with me."

Seeing these four Confucian scholars, Fang Xun's thoughts gradually drifted away. Only then did he suddenly realize that the Academy of Confucian Scholars seemed to be very quiet in recent years.

It seemed that ever since the time when the door was blocked by a group of Zhenwu strongmen, it has been extremely quiet and no news has been heard.

While he was thinking, another indignant voice came into his ears.

“What nonsense!

There are many outstanding people in Bashu. The senior brother Feng Ningzi of Qingcheng Sect just broke through the Yang God three months ago and killed a demon Yang God with great force. The two heroes of the Tang family are also geniuses who have never appeared in the world.
They are not necessarily weaker than Tian Yuzi, Yuxin and others!

And then there's the Black Hand Sword Master Fang Xun. I admit that he is very strong, but he is not strong enough to overwhelm the entire Jiangnan martial arts world by himself. It's all thanks to that Taoist goddess.

If we really talk about strength, he may not be stronger than the two heroes of the Tang family and the eldest brother of the Qingcheng Sect."

After hearing his name again, Fang Xun turned his gaze again and looked towards the table where the voice came from.

The person who spoke just now was a handsome young man wearing a blue shirt and waving a folding fan in his hand.

Although this person had delicate features and a Adam's apple, Fang Xun saw through her at a glance that she was a woman disguised as a man. However, her aura was pure and her foundation was not bad. She had reached the highest level of enlightenment.

He thought it must be the authentic teachings of some major local sect.

Next to the girl was a young man in purple robe and an old man.

Only the old man caught Fang Xun's attention. He had a thin face and simple clothes, but his aura was deep and condensed. He was obviously a master of Yin Shen, and only one step away from Yang Shen realm.

"Don't talk nonsense. You are sober-minded that you know that the mouth can cause disaster. You just need to keep your words secret. Otherwise, if your words were heard by Black Hand Sword today, it would bring disaster to the sect!
Who in the world doesn't know that the Black Hand Sword is not only a dark hand, but also a small heart."

At this time, the old man scolded the woman in a secret voice, which made Fang Xun feel strange.

"I am obviously open-minded, it's just that most of my enemies have had their homes confiscated. Who spread the rumor that I am narrow-minded? It's totally slanderous!"

After the old man scolded, his tone softened a little.

"Let's not talk about Black Hand Sword Fang Xun, even the Sword of the Divine Lake Sword, Jian Wuyi, is a great master who has gone a long way in the 'Pregnant Pill' of the Three Steps of Zhenwu. The Tang family's two heroes and Feng Ningzi are still a little behind him."

"Sword without One"

The girl was speechless after being scolded by the old man, but her eyes lit up again when she heard Jian Wuyi's name.

"Three days later, Jian Wuyi has agreed to fight with Li Xuanfeng, the Little God Fist of the Qingshan Gang, at Huangyang Peak, a hundred miles away. I heard that he is now in the Sword Casting Pavilion, so I should be able to see him this time!"

Fang Xun was stunned for a moment after hearing this.

"Jian Wuyi is also in the Sword Forging Pavilion, and has made an appointment with someone to fight in three days?"

At this moment, the first floor suddenly became noisy, even drowning out the storyteller's voice, and also attracting Fang Xun's attention.

"The list has changed!" (End of this chapter)