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Chapter 243 Yan Zhantian asks the sword and looks at the city mountain
Wangcheng Mountain is high and dangerous, with white clouds floating low.

There are white cranes in the mountain stream and blue sky above your head, creating a peaceful and tranquil atmosphere.

However, with the return of the head master, the tranquility of Wangcheng Mountain was temporarily broken.

"Master, you are finally back... No, why are you back so soon?
My uncle-master also told me to go to Xueyue City to ask for swords next year, and that’s when I can see you.

Speaking of which, where is Master's wife?
Why didn’t Master’s wife come back?
Oh, I remember now. My uncle said that if you come back alone, it means you are useless and can't even handle a woman. It seems that I have to help you. "

Then, Li Fansong was hung on a pine tree by Zhao Yuzhen, and several squirrels took pine cones and kept throwing them at his face.

"Master, this is what my great-uncle said. It has nothing to do with me."

"Shut up, you traitor. How could Junior Master Uncle be so gentle and kind as the wind and the moon? How dare you throw dirty water on him now that he's not here? You have no respect for your elders and you're committing treason. From tomorrow on, you'll sweep the front and back mountains every day. When the mirror breaks, you'll stop."

"Ah? No, Master, it was really said by my great-uncle master. Everyone can vouch for me."

"How dare you talk nonsense? Look at the sword!"

Zhao Yuzhen picked up the peach wood sword, raised his hand and slashed Li Fansong with three swords, making Li Fansong scream. Then he left with a smile on his face.

I didn't expect that this brat would comprehend the sword skills taught by his junior uncle in just over a month.

His strength also rose from first-rate to the peak of the Vajra Realm, and he had even stepped half a foot into the Free Land Realm.

Although there is a huge difference compared to my junior brother, it is still rare when looking at the entire world.

It’s just that my realm is a little unstable. I just drew three, which can be regarded as a solid foundation.

After Zhao Yuzhen left, Xiao Feixuan came running over riding on a golden little lion.

Ever since this little fellow mastered the Taiyi Lion Technique, he has been riding a lion all over the mountain all day long.

The most senior Taoist priests on the mountain didn't care, so naturally the others wouldn't say anything either.

Because Xiao Feixuan said that the great-grandmaster taught us that whether it is Taoism or martial arts, it is all a process of practice makes perfect and we need to practice it frequently. If we don't use it in normal times, will we be able to use it when we really encounter a critical moment of the enemy? What if we get stuck?
This sounds reasonable.

Besides, Xiao Feixuan, the future successor, is much more well-behaved and polite than the headmaster who has deep desire to become an immortal, and the lawless monster who was called a natural born Taoist by the previous headmaster. As elders, they cannot wait to take good care of him.

Isn't it just riding a lion? Wangcheng Mountain is too quiet, so it would be nice if it were a little lively. Let him do what he wants.

In Li Fansong's opinion, this is completely a relationship between generations.

If he had acted as recklessly as Xiao Feixuan, he would have been spanked long ago.

"Little Master Uncle, Master Uncle just returned to the mountain, why are you being punished by Master Uncle again?"

Li Fansong, who was hanging upside down on the tree, rolled his eyes and said, "You know nothing. Master is helping me practice. I was a little impatient when practicing before. It won't be long before I, your uncle, will enter the realm of freedom. What do you think? Do you think I, your uncle, am a genius?"

"Uncle Junior Master, you are so awesome."

Xiao Feixuan's tone of praise was extremely sincere. He then scratched his head and said with an innocent smile, "Uncle Junior, I also entered the realm of freedom yesterday. Do you want to see my great dragon elephant power?"

How old is Feixuan, yet he has already entered the realm of freedom?

Li Fansong was completely dumbfounded.

"That's not right. We were all trained by our great-grandmaster uncle. How come you are practicing so fast? Tell me honestly, did our great-grandmaster uncle give you some special training?"

"How is that possible? Great Grand Master taught us all the same things. Moreover, he was especially mean to me. When I lived with him, he wouldn't let me sleep on a bed and made me sleep on a rope instead." Xiao Feixuan said aggrievedly.

He fell several times before he got used to sleeping on the rope.

"I'm sleeping too..."

Li Fansong took over the conversation subconsciously, but soon reacted and glared, "Is this the point? Get out, get out now, I get angry just by looking at you, what's the point of riding a broken lion, you just run around the mountain every day."

Xiao Feixuan didn't leave. He tilted his head and looked at him for a long time before he suddenly realized, "Oh, I see. You are jealous of me!"

Before he finished speaking, a roar came from the foot of the mountain, scaring away the squirrel that was throwing the pine cones, and startling hundreds of birds on the mountain to fly up.

"My name is Yan Zhantian, and I am from Wenjian Wangchengshan. I would like to ask for your guidance, Master Zhao!"

The Angry Sword Immortal Yan Zhan Tianwen was fighting with the sword at Wangcheng Mountain, which made all the young disciples of Wangcheng Mountain feel like they were facing a formidable enemy.

Back then, Lei Yunhe of the Lei Gate had the Thunder Finger in one hand. With one finger he broke open the path up the mountain, with two fingers he overturned the Qiankun Hall, and with three fingers he had one arm chopped off by the possessed master.

But this incident has always been a shame for Wangcheng Mountain.

It is also considered by the outside world to be the beginning of the decline of Wangcheng Mountain.

Oh, they know nothing.

If the master had not gone astray, if the great-grandmaster had not been on the mountain, even a hundred Lei Yunhes would not have been able to get up the mountain.

But the one who came this time was not Lei Yunhe, but Yan Zhantian, one of the five greatest sword immortals in the world, and as famous as the head master, the Angry Sword Immortal.

At this time, Zhao Yuzhen was receiving education from his uncle Yin Changsong in the Ancestral Hall.

However, Yin Changsong was more worried: "Is there anything wrong with going down the mountain this time?"

Zhao Yuzhen also knew what he was worried about, and smiled and shook his head: "Nothing is wrong, Uncle Master, everything is fine down the mountain, the little fairy is fine, and I am fine too."

Yin Changsong was so angry that he was puffing his beard and glaring, his hands were shaking as he pointed at him, but he didn't say a single harsh word for a long time.

Finally, his hand landed on Zhao Yuzhen's shoulder and he sighed, "That's right, since Junior Brother has taken action, there should be no problem. I shouldn't doubt his ability.

I thought you would never come back...

It’s good to be back, it’s good to be back.”

Zhao Yuzhen had a smile on her face, but her mood was completely different from before.

He opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, he heard a voice that sounded like a tiger roaring in the mountains, spreading throughout the entire Wangcheng Mountain.

"My name is Yan Zhantian, and I am from Wenjian Wangchengshan. I would like to ask for your guidance, Master Zhao!"

Yin Changsong's expression changed.

Angry Sword Immortal Yan Zhantian!

Why is he here?

Zhao Yuzhen was still smiling, but her smile was quite helpless.

As one of the five great sword masters, he was not sure of a complete victory.

If he fights with Yan Zhantian, it is likely that both sides will suffer losses. In this case, it will probably take a year or two to break through the realm.

In other words, if you want to see the fairy again, you will have to wait for a long time.

Now his body, spirit, mood, and internal strength have been harmonized to the point most suitable for retreat and breakthrough.

I originally went back to the mountain to retreat and make a breakthrough, but who would have thought that Yan Zhantian would come to ask for the sword.

But this battle...not to mention that Junior Uncle and Junior Brother are not on the mountain, even if they are on the mountain, he must be the one to take on them.

Because he is the headmaster of Wangcheng Mountain.

But then again, blessings often follow misfortunes, and misfortunes often follow blessings.

Perhaps, this is also an opportunity, an opportunity to be exempted from seclusion.

"The Angry Sword Immortal has come to Wangcheng Mountain. Please come up to the mountain!"

The sound stimulated by internal force also spread throughout the Wangcheng Mountain.

But unlike the domineering and stern tone in Yan Zhantian's voice, Zhao Yuzhen's tone was full of Taoist moderation and peace.

All the disciples who heard Zhao Yuzhen's words calmed down instantly.

They suddenly realized that the situation this time was completely different from when Lei Yunhe broke into the mountains.

The head master has not gone astray, and has made further progress than before.

Even if the Angry Sword Immortal came to ask for the sword, what could he do?
So, all the disciples of Wangcheng Mountain shouted loudly.

“Please ask the Angry Sword Immortal to come up the mountain!”

One sound after another rang out in the mountain, making the originally quiet and peaceful Wangcheng Mountain seem majestic and unparalleled.

“Master, before Junior Brother left, he left three sword intentions in the Qingxiao Sword. This time when Yan Zhantian asks for the sword, you may not have to fight with him.” Yin Changsong said so in the Patriarch Hall.

Thinking of what Chu Zhao said, that one sword intent could defeat a hundred Zhao Yuzhens, he couldn't help but laugh.

Zhao Yuzhen was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "No need. Junior Master's sword spirit is too precious and can be used as a treasure to guard the sect. In the future, let the disciples observe the Qingxiao Sword more. Perhaps it won't be long before my Wangcheng Mountain is full of sword immortals."

Yin Changsong imagined that scene and his eyes narrowed with smiles.

"What about Yan Zhantian?"

Zhao Yuzhen smiled confidently: "Although he is very powerful, I, Zhao Yuzhen, am not a pushover. Perhaps I can borrow his strength to break through that barrier."

Yin Changsong was immediately overjoyed: "Are you going to take that step?"

"Yes, but even if I achieve divine travel, I am still not as good as Junior Master."

"More than ten years ago, my junior brother defeated Li Changsheng, the best in the world. I'm afraid he has entered another realm. He is a monster. What are you competing with him for?" Yin Changsong couldn't help laughing.

Zhao Yuzhen also laughed, and laughed very heartily: "Master, what you said makes sense, very much so."

Wangcheng Mountain, foot of the mountain.

Yan Zhantian went up the mountain under the watchful eyes of Beili General Ye Xiaoying and his soldiers.

He carried the huge sword Pojun on his back and did not rush. Instead, he slowly watched the scenery of Wangcheng Mountain along the way.

When meeting disciples guarding the mountain, they would nod politely as a greeting.

His polite attitude is a far cry from Lei Yunhe's back then.

On the mountain path, a little boy riding a golden lion came hurriedly, causing Yan Zhantian to stop.

As he looked at the little boy, he actually had the urge to draw his sword.

The little boy is surrounded by a strong and upright aura, and the golden lion he rides is vivid and lifelike, which is enough to show that his Taoism is extraordinary and he is the key training target of Wangcheng Mountain.

He had seen the Taoism and swordsmanship of Wangchengshan, and he and Wangchengshan's senior brother Wang Yixing had become acquainted with each other through fighting.

Leaving aside the sword skills, even Wang Yixing is far inferior to the kid in front of him when it comes to the use of Taiyi Lion Technique.

What’s more important is that there is a dangerous aura in the child’s body that even he can sense.

Wangcheng Mountain really has a profound heritage.

Just as Yan Zhantian was thinking this, Feixuan turned over and got off the lion, and bowed like a Taoist.

"This junior, Wangchengshan Feixuan, has been ordered to invite Senior Angry Sword Immortal to the mountain."

Yan Zhantian looked at Feixuan and laughed heartily: "Hahaha, you are a good kid. One day, you will have to take my sword."

Feixuan said calmly: "If that day comes, it will be my honor. Please come in, senior!"

Yan Zhantian restrained his smile, looked at Feixuan's calm little face seriously, and nodded slowly.

"You are very good!"

"Thank you for your compliment, Senior. Please!"

One big and one small, climbed up the stairs.

When we arrived at the mountain top gate, Zhao Yuzhen was already waiting there with his disciples.

Zhao Yuzhen was just about to speak when he suddenly felt a breath of air. His eyes suddenly focused and he looked down.

At the same time, Yan Zhantian also felt the breath and turned around to look at the mountain path below.

"Why is he here?"

Hearing Yan Zhantian's whisper, Li Fansong behind Zhao Yuzhen lowered his voice and asked, "Master, who is it?"

"The Confucian Sword Immortal, Xie Xuan!"

Although he had only come down the mountain once so far, he had never seen any other sword immortals except Li Hanyi.

But that righteous and majestic sword intent could not have come from anyone other than the Confucian sword immortal Xie Xuan.

As Zhao Yuzhen finished speaking, two figures, a man and a woman, appeared on the stone steps of the mountain path.

The two men's pace up the mountain was not fast and seemed very slow.

But the next moment, the two of them arrived at the mountain gate.

Xie Xuan took the initiative to bow and greet, "I am Xie Xuan from Yuelu, nice to meet Sect Leader Zhao, Brother Yan, and all the seniors."

At the same time, Qing'er also bowed slightly and performed a thousand bows.

After a round of pleasantries, Yan Zhantian asked, "Why are you here?"

At the same time, Zhao Yuzhen also said, "Brother Xie, are you here to ask about the sword as well?"

Xie Xuan shook his head and said with a smile, "I heard that Wangcheng Mountain has nice scenery, so I brought my wife here to see if I can write some good poems and visit the child. Of course, it would be even better if I could see Master Zhao's sword."

"If you want to ask about the sword, just ask about it. Why are you making up so many excuses?" Yan Zhantian rolled his eyes and looked at Zhao Yuzhen: "Master Zhao, do you want to fight me first, or fight this scholar first?"

"You guys fight your own way, I'll just watch, you don't have to worry about me." Xie Xuan said with a smile. It was true that he came to see Zhao Yuzhen's sword, but now it was just in time for Yan Zhantian to ask about the sword.

Since he could see Zhao Yuzhen's sword, why did he still take action? Wouldn't it be more fun to just watch the show?

Zhao Yuzhen nodded, and without further ado, he said directly: "Brother Yan, if you want to ask me about the sword, please follow me."

He does not have the control that Chu Zhao has, which can ensure that he and Yan Zhantian will not damage the buildings on the mountain during the battle.

So, after Zhao Yuzhen finished speaking, he rose from the ground and flew towards the back mountain, followed closely by Yan Zhantian and Xie Xuan.

The disciples of Wangcheng Mountain naturally did not want to miss this shocking battle, so they hurriedly ran towards the back mountain.

But before they reached the place, a rumbling sound was heard from the back mountain.

The sword intent soars into the sky, the sword energy is like a dragon, and the sword light cuts through the sky like a silk thread.

I saw pheasants, monkeys, leopards, and even black bears and pythons that were hibernating in the back mountain running down the mountain like crazy.

The stern and murderous sword energy collided with the moderate and peaceful sword energy, and then surged out like a flood, ravaging everything it encountered.

Except for a few masters in Xiaoyaotian Realm who could observe closely, no one else could get close at all.

This battle was earth-shattering and the situation changed dramatically.

The duration of the battle is neither long nor short.

The fight lasted from early morning to noon, about an hour and a half.

Although Zhao Yuzhen and Yan Zhantian are both listed as the five great sword immortals, their strengths... are not on the same level.

Among the five great sword masters, Zhao Yuzhen, Luo Qingyang and Xie Xuan are in a class of their own, as all three are masters of the half-step divine wandering realm.

As for Li Hanyi and Yan Zhantian, they are only at the Great Free and Easy Realm.

Moreover, Yan Zhantian couldn't even beat Li Hanyi who was using Iron Horse and Ice River, so there was actually no way he could beat Zhao Yuzhen.

The reason why the fight lasted so long was that Zhao Yuzhen deliberately delayed the time in order to break through the realm.

The result of the delay was very good, Zhao Yuzhen entered a trance with one sword.

With a sword, the sky is split and the sun is broken.

When the sword fell, the wind stopped, the clouds dispersed and the sky became clear, and the world returned to its former tranquility.

The winter sun shines dappled, casting a different kind of charm on the devastated back hills.

Xie Xuan supported the seriously injured and unconscious Yan Zhantian, and looked at Zhao Yuzhen standing in the air, with a strange emotion flashing in his eyes.

Envy, happiness, sigh...the complexity of his emotions cannot be described to outsiders.

Zhao Yuzhen was bathed in the sun, with a faint halo on his purple Taoist robe, looking a little dreamy, as if he was about to rise into the sky.

The winter sun was high in the sky, and a ray of golden light seemed to split the sky, stretching out for thousands of miles...

(End of this chapter)