Tales of Jianghu

The Free and Unrestrained Child and Nangong He looked at each other, stood up and walked out of the hall.

Fan Zhangkong was holding an enormous Xuanhua axe, striding towards the two men standing in the center of the courtyard.

Amongst the two of them, one of them was a skinny man with a green robe and his hair was tied up in a bun. He was none other than a guest of the Prince's residence, the Daoist Qing Mu.

Looking at Nangong He who stood with his hands behind his back, he shouted loudly, "I am here on behalf of the King's Palace Head, to deliver the invitation. Sect Leader Wang is pleased to hear that Sect Leader Nangong is the hero of Luoyang, so he specially prepared a banquet to show his hospitality as a host. Please come to the Royal House tomorrow afternoon to attend the banquet …"

Before he finished speaking, Fan Zhangkong had already walked to the center of the courtyard and angrily said, "What do you mean by 'not attending the banquet'? You're still spouting nonsense about how you tried to assassinate my disciple in the Kou Clan. Today, let's see whether this old man's axe is stronger or your sword is faster!"

The Daoist raised his nose and shot out a beam of cold light from his sharp eyes. He then drew his sword with his other hand and raised his eyebrows, "Greenwood, you are waiting for me!"

Fan Zhangkong shouted, "Good scoundrel, full of courage! Look at the hatchet!"

His voice was urgent and fast as he shouted out the two words, "Look at the axe". The Xuan Hua Axe slashed out in front of him. The axe weighed sixty-eight kilograms, and its handle was six feet and six inches long. Its entire body was black, making it seem light and nimble in his hands, as if it were nothing.

Zhuge Ying retreated a few steps to allow Fan Zhangkong to enter the stage. When he saw Fan Zhangkong performing such a nimble and nimble axe art against such a heavy weight, he couldn't help but exclaim, "A good axe art!"

Fan Zhangkong's reputation had spread far and wide since twenty years ago. The Daoist from the Greenwood Tree Sect didn't dare to ignore him, and with a flash and a stride, he slashed out with his sword amidst Zhuge Ying's cheers, slashing towards Fan Zhangkong's five fingers which held the axe.

The sword was so fast that the blade slightly trembled. The sound of the sword biting was like a shooting star carrying away thunder. It actually arrived later and was quick and ruthless. When Nangong He saw how amazing his sword technique was, he could not help but secretly cheer.

Fan Zhangkong shouted out softly, "The underworld!" "You have some skill!" The Xuan Hua Axe flashed with a cold light, hacking out one axe after another. Amidst the whistling wind, it transformed into a sky full of axe shadows, rushing towards the skinny figure of the Greenwood Tree like stormy waves.

The Green Wood Daoist squinted his eyes. Just as he was about to be enveloped by the axe shadows, he consecutively thrust out eight sword strikes. The sword light flashed like a bolt of lightning. With a few crisp sounds of "Ding Ding Ding Dang Dang", two human figures appeared and separated.

In the blink of an eye, the Green Wood Daoist's eight killing moves that had been created by Fan Zhangkong's four axes were completely dispelled by the Green Wood Daoist's eight sword strikes.

The Green Wood Daoist's "Meteor Lightning Sword" won in terms of its unparalleled speed, but in the end, it was still a level higher than the deep inner force that Fan Zhangkong had practiced for several decades. Qing Mu could only feel the aching numbness in his hands as he quickly took three steps back to stabilize his body.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Zhuge Ying chuckled coldly and said to Nangong He, "The two of us came here to respectfully send out the invitation without any ill intentions. Your esteemed sect uses a large number of people, is this how the Nangong family treats their guests?"

When he heard Fan Changkong say that he had killed a disciple of his gang in the Kou Clan, his heart trembled. He looked around at the crowd and silently regretted that the two of them had come alone.

If Fan Zhangkong and the others were determined to seek revenge, then the two beggars who had been killed in the early morning at the Kou Mansion wouldn't be a good thing. His mind raced. He could only deliberately use words to oppress Nangong He and his men. He meant that Fan Zhangkong's revenge was not done by a hero, so the other side wouldn't care about the honor of the entire clan and wouldn't make things too difficult for the two.

"Well said. Your excellency's appearance is rough, but your mind is sharp. It could be said that your mind is extremely exquisite." Nangong He said in a clear voice, "You killed my disciple first, but today, I will make it difficult for you all within my sphere of influence. Since ancient times, there has been a saying, 'The two nations fight and do not kill each other.' Please report to Sect Leader Wang that Nangong He will arrive at the appointed time tomorrow afternoon. At that time, there will be a disciple from my sect who will personally seek advice from you two. "

Zhuge Ying cupped his fist and bowed, saying: "Sect Leader Nangong is the hero, farewell!"

The two of them turned around and were about to leave when they suddenly heard Nangong He say, "Wait!" Both of their hearts sank as Zhuge Ying secretly channeled her power into her palms. The two of them slowly turned around as each member of the Cyanwood Dao pressed on the sword hilt.

Nangong He's square face and big ears, his eyes lit up, and he said word by word: "Please go back and inform Li Long, Sir Li, that there are no more Nangong Families in the martial arts world, we are from the Qiong Clan, and Nangong He is the first leader of the Qiong Clan! Today, he committed the crime of trespassing, and the Japanese gang will settle it together with him! "

When he saw Zhuge Ying and Zi Ying, Nangong He guessed that it was definitely Li Longzi who went to the Prince's Mansion's Saber School and exposed his whereabouts. Otherwise, if he had been on the streets of Luoyang for all these years and was recognized by the Royal Saber Sect, he would have already paid them a visit. How could he have been so calm and peaceful?

Since his whereabouts had already been grasped by the other party, he might as well turn darkness into light. If Fan Zhangkong was right, then he might as well go all out. No matter the outcome, he couldn't let Li Longzi's scheme succeed!

Fan Zhangkong and the others' eyes lit up. With Nangong He's words, it was no doubt that the Qiong Clan would no longer need to act in secret. After all these years of development, the number of disciples from the various clans would be no less than ten thousand. Just imagine how glorious it would be for the disciples of the Qiangan Sect to be able to roam the martial arts world!

In a split-second, everyone in the court felt their blood boiling.

The Green Wood Daoist and Zhuge Ying were both stunned. When they heard him mention Li Longzi, both their expressions changed as they turned around and left.

When they arrived at the entrance of the courtyard, Zhuge Ying felt so flustered that he seemed somewhat dejected. He turned around and said, "Sect Master Nan Gong is bold and overbearing, I hope you can keep your promise. At that time, I will definitely not disappoint the heroes of the Qiong family by using the Absolute Soul Palm!"

Unexpectedly, someone walked in from outside the courtyard and shouted: "I have heard a lot about the 72 forms of Absolute Soul Palm. I am here to seek your guidance!"

Suddenly, Zhuge Ying turned around and saw a chunky old man with a sallow complexion striding in. It was Qiu Haitian with a frosty expression. He stood in front of Zhuge Ying with his hands behind his back and said coldly, "An outsider is a guest. Make the first move!

He originally wanted to say a few pleasantries before he left and didn't want to become a tiger-riding character, but he was, after all, a well-known person. Even if he couldn't leave this place alive, he definitely couldn't escape without losing face and said, "Offended!" His right hand struck out with a "hu".

In the martial world, he was known as the "Soul Breaking Palm", and he had immersed himself in the palm technique for more than ten years. He was indeed very accomplished, and his palm moved like lightning, transforming into three palm shadows, and his palm strikes moved swiftly and ruthlessly; it was indeed the "Three Phantom Annihilations", one of the most vicious moves of the "Seventy-two Soul Breaking Palms".

Although Zhuge Ying was arrogant, her thoughts were as astute as Nangong He's words. No matter if she won or lost, Nangong He would not make things difficult for the two of them. He did not hesitate to use all of his techniques, throwing punches at their faces and slapping them on the head in the blink of an eye.

Seeing that Zhuge Ying's palm had barely reached the peak, his right palm suddenly flipped to meet it. It arrived later than his palm. With a bang, the two palms met in a split-second.

Chou Hai Tian didn't move an inch. Zhuge Ying circulated his inner energy to stabilize his body, causing it to shake a few times before finally being able to stand firm.

"Take one of my strikes and I'll spare your life!"

Greenwood's face was dark and cold. He himself had once despised the disciples of his poor family's gang, and now that he had been returned with the same words, it was truly a provocation. He looked at Zhuge Ying who had a ashen complexion and gritted his teeth as he said, "Today's humiliation, I will pay it back twice in the future!" He supported Zhuge Ying and left hatefully.

Many of the disciples in the courtyard were old members of the Nangong family from before. Thinking of the suffering they had endured all these years, their eyes moistened as they sighed, and one of them could not help but raise his hand and shout, "The Qiong family!"

Someone shouted, and the rest of the disciples automatically responded as well: "The Qiong Family Clan! "The Poor Clan!" In the end, even Vengeance, Elder Fan, and the other Branch Lords were affected by the atmosphere and joined in the shouting. The dozens of people responded in unison, their voices shaking the eardrums like thunder.

In the midst of the cheers, Nangong He whispered something to the Free and Unrestrained Child. The Free and Unrestrained Child was stunned for a moment before nodding with a look of praise on his face. Nangong He waved his hand to signal the crowd. The sunlight was shining down on his square face which had the beard of a tiger, giving off a frightening aura. The shouts in the surroundings gradually died down.

Nangong He's eyes shone brightly as he said in a clear voice, "Helmsman Tong, you have my orders!"

"I ask you to immediately lead ten of my disciples to Luoyang to announce that the Skypiercing Rhino Belt has been obtained by my sect, but I am not in the mood to get involved in the battle for the Hidden Tiger Secret Manual. I respectfully invite the martial artists to come to Mang Bei Mountain outside the city in the middle of autumn to participate in my sect's grand opening ceremony. When the time comes, we will use our martial arts gathering friends, and the ones who stand alone will take the lead!"

He did not know the meaning behind Sect Master's words and did not dare to ask any further. Thus, he accepted his orders and left.

Nangong He looked at Bai Yanlei and the other two and said, "The four of you, head of the Division, will each lead twenty disciples. We will also immediately set off to notify all the disciples of the various poor families, whether head or vice-head, you must reach Luoyang in a month's time."

When the four of them heard the words' open sect ', their spirits were immediately roused. A strange look flashed in their eyes as they bowed and left.

Confusion was written all over Fan Zhangkong's face. "Sect Master, this is..."

Nangong He laughed, "I know that old man Fan has a lot of questions to ask, but I'm sure that old man Fan understands the profundity of this, right?"

Qiu Haitian thought for a moment and said solemnly, "Could it be that Sect Leader is trying to use the Sky-piercing Rhino as bait so that the martial practitioners of the world cannot kill each other for this, thereby destroying all their plans? Secondly, we can temporarily resolve the Kou Residence's situation."

Nangong He said, "Senior Pan and I had a brief discussion, and that was only one of the reasons." As he said this, his tone became stern, "This time, our sect will make use of this opportunity to announce to the world that the Qiong Clan will have a just and honorable footing in the martial world. Our sect's tens of thousands of disciples will face off against Li Longzi!"

Fan Zhangkong's eyes widened and he said loudly, "Good! For the sake of the public and for the sake of the private, it should have been like this a long time ago! "

When they returned to Ding Ne, Chou Hai Tian suddenly remembered that he had gone to fetch Leng Qing and said, "Sect Leader, Leng Qing is not in the silk farm. According to Zhao Daheng and Han Qing, after Leng Qing was brought to the silk farm, they were ordered by the Sect Leader to wash up, as well as to change their clothes. However, after the meal, the two did not notice that the child had disappeared. I have already ordered Zhao Daheng and his men to lead their disciples to search for him, and as soon as they find him, they will bring him back to the division. "

Nangong He laughed, "The Skypalace Rhinoceros Belt is a cold green object after all. Although the words that we have spread out are the proceeds of our sect, we still need the consent of our master to borrow it. "In addition, Senior Pan still needs to ask this child some questions, which may have a lot to do with his own background. Then, we need to have a few people hurry up and search for him in the city." In his heart, he thought that the cold-blooded child had a moving personality. He ate and drank to his heart's content, and then dressed in new clothes. The eighth floor was for sneaking out to play and show off, but he didn't take it to heart. However, even after the few of them finished their meal, Zhao Daheng and the others still did not show up.

Anxious, and with nothing to do, Fan Zhangkong wanted to go out and take a look. Just as he walked to the entrance of the courtyard, he suddenly heard a loud noise coming from afar, after a short while, a clear and bright voice asked the guard disciple outside: "May I ask if this is the Qiong Clan?

The sound was not loud, but it was clear enough that the door led straight into the courtyard and from the courtyard into the hall. The hall was more than three hundred feet away from the courtyard entrance. If someone were to shout, it wouldn't be surprising if the voice reached the hall.

However, the person who spoke had a calm tone, as if he was casually asking for directions. He could actually maintain his voice and teleport out thirty meters without slowing down in the slightest, like a needle piercing one's ears.

In the hall, the expressions of the three people of the Free and Unrestrained Child Nangong He and Hai Tian changed. An expert had arrived!