Yuanshin: The Eye of God Lights Up Again

"Traveler?" Mu Xian asked.

"Is he the guy who resisted the Eye Hunting Order and then..." Then he was almost killed by a knife.

"That's right!"

Before Mu Xian could finish speaking, the warrior interrupted Mu Xian excitedly: "That's the traveler who asked the general to lift the eye hunting order."

Mu Xian fell into silence, no one knew what he was thinking under the mask.

"teacher."

Zaoyou, who had been sitting on his shoulders, hugged Mu Xian's head, and then put his whole head on top of Mu Xian's head: "Haoyou believes that teacher can win the championship."

Zaoyou's words broke Mu Xian's silence and made Mu Xian raise his head slightly.

"Let's talk." Mu Xian said, "Where is the trial site?"

Mu Xian knew that a duel between warriors required a large venue, and perhaps there was no such venue on the entire outlying island.

But what Mu Xian didn't expect was that these fighters set the venue for the lone sword competition on a small circular island in the north of the outlying island.

After boarding the ship from the pier, more than ten minutes later, Mu Xian appeared on the small island. There were several warriors standing around, and they looked like very weak ones at first glance.

Mu Xian glanced slightly at the samurai next to him who had brought him over. The samurai who once said, "There are many good players in a sword fight" looked away embarrassedly.

"Well..." the warrior sneered: "I guarantee, the traveler who said this is here."

"What about others?" Mu Xian asked.

"The traveler has won many games in a row and entered the finals early."

The warrior then spoke: "After the finals, the traveler will come by himself."

"How long does it take for the finals to start?"

"Well...it's going to take a while."

Mu Xian glanced at the warrior again.

He was a little surprised. Shouldn't the two places in the finals be decided at the same time?

"You only need to win ten games in a row to reach the finals, and the Travelers can always win against their opponents in a very short time."

As if he knew Mu Xian's doubts, he explained: "A traveler is indeed a traveler. He always seems to be in a hurry."

As he spoke, the warrior couldn't help but sigh: "I think there must be a lot of important things to do."

"maybe."

Mu Xian nodded, pretending that he had not seen what the samurai said the traveler had done.

It was the sentry tower that the Qiuqiu people had built with difficulty in the Qiuqiu people's camp that was burned in a bad way...

Or sneak into the Mulao Tea Room and steal the mola saved by a certain dog...

The traveler thought he was doing everything right, but for some reason, Mu Xian really looked into his eyes.

But anyway, the traveler has done some good things, so these "important" things are nothing to Mu Xian.

After all, what he stole wasn't Mu Xian's own Mora.

Thinking of this, Mu Xian turned his attention to the competition field not far away.

But he found that the two warriors in front of him were adjusting their positions and moving left and right. Although the swords in their hands were raised at their sides, they had not launched an attack.

—With this speed, it’s no wonder that another spot in the finals took so long.

Mu Xian really didn't want to wait any longer. After seeing the two finally deciding the winner, Mu Xian put down Zaoyu and took the lead to walk up.

-Wait, it seems like there is no sword.

Mu Xian paused, then looked at Zaoyou behind him.

If I remember correctly, Hayao's weapon seems to be a sword as well.

Although it is a one-handed sword, it is still sufficient.

"Haayu, lend me your weapon."

"Good teacher."

A small one-handed sword was thrown by Zaoyu, and Mu Xian held it firmly in his hand.

I danced casually, yes, I would rather bend than bend, but it didn't break as hard as the little wooden stick back then.

—It’s not bad for dealing with these guys.

Thinking about it, Mu Xian took the miniature two-handed sword and walked onto the duel arena.

Standing on the field was the victor who had just won the duel. The victory just made this warrior full of confidence.

"The weapon in your hand can't beat me." He watched Mu Xian walk up to him with a very uncomfortable weapon, and couldn't help persuading him.

Mu Xian did not answer. He glanced at the warrior's posture and spoke slowly: "I'll count to three, and then we'll officially start."

"three."

"Three times, why so fast?"

"two."

"You don't regret it."

"one."

"bring it on!"

As soon as the warrior finished speaking, he felt pain in his wrist.

The pain made the samurai stupefied for a moment, but when he came back to his senses, he found that the tip of a long knife was pointed at him.

It was the samurai's own saber, but he didn't know when it appeared in Mu Xian's hand.

"Next one."

Mu Xian opened his mouth, but suddenly felt that the surroundings were inexplicably quiet.

Turning around and looking around, he found some warriors looking at him with extremely horrified eyes.

"This guy... did you see him take action?"

"I saw it, he was wearing a mask..."

"We are not talking about his mask, but his sword skills!"

"With such fast sword skills, there should be no one in Inazuma who can match him."

"How is it possible? If it were the Kuiyi murderer who disappeared back then, he would definitely be able to defeat him."

Hearing this inexplicably shameful name again, Mu Xian frowned, and then looked at the warriors: "Which one of you is going to go up?"

Chapter 79 Taromaru’s intuition is accurate

Hearing this, all the warriors looked away and looked up at the small tree on the mountain.

The small tree is very small, and the grass leaves are not lush, but it ushers in praises that have never been seen in this life.

"This tree is quite beautiful."

"That's right, it's growing well and has lush branches and leaves. It looks like a good tree at first glance!"

"In my previous duel, if this tree hadn't blocked the sunlight, I would have been blinded by the sunlight during the last move and lost the duel."

"The sun is dazzling. Your duel is similar to that between Kojiro Miyamoto and Musashi Sasaki a hundred years ago."

"Really? Those two seniors are my lifelong goals."

...

The conversation inexplicably shifted from the small tree to the two former swordsmen, as if they had forgotten that they were participating in a sword fight.

Although they hold the idea of ​​​​honing their martial arts, they are not willing to hand over their martial arts to become a stepping stone for others.

Mu Xian was really a little impatient for waiting, so he simply used the words that stimulated those wandering warriors in the past to stimulate them.

"In the face of a strong enemy, choose to escape."

Because he knew that others couldn't see the expression under his mask, Mu Xian deliberately made his tone more contemptuous: "I have seen what you call martial arts."

As soon as the words fell, the original discussion stopped abruptly.

Some older warriors looked away in embarrassment, while more young people glared angrily at Mu Xian in the center of the field.

"asshole!"

A young warrior drew his sword and walked towards Mu Xian: "My martial arts and my sword skills cannot be insulted by people like you!"

Five seconds later, the young samurai left the field with a gloomy look on his face. Even the saber that fell on the field was picked up by someone.

Mu Xian looked at the warrior in front of him who was twitching again, and couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

The will of these guys is not even comparable to that of some ordinary wild warriors.

- Sure enough, the pampered life in the city is destined to prevent them from making much achievements in sword skills.

"Little friend, let me come and meet you."

An energetic voice came from behind. Mu Xian turned his head and saw a small boat approaching not far away.

An elderly man stood on the bow of the boat, followed by a young man holding a sword.

The old man's hair is gray, but he doesn't look old. His body looks like that of a middle-aged man.

Mu Xian narrowed his eyes, he could feel the aura of the old man in front of him.

The old man stepped off the boat and reached for the sword in the arms of the young man behind him.

"I haven't had any activities for a long time. I thought this lone sword fight was just for juniors."

With that said, the old man walked up to Mu Xian, his eyelids were wrinkled, but the pair of eyes above the wrinkles shot out sharp light.

"I never thought I would meet such a powerful opponent like you, little friend."

Zheng!

The sound of the sword being unsheathed echoed throughout the venue, and the old man became as sharp as the unsheathed sword.