Huangxiu

Chapter 570 White Rainbow
He felt that the disciples of the four sects were too boring.

Everyone is so bored that they have nothing to do. Why don't they practice martial arts properly instead of coming over to watch the fun?

He did not reflect on why he was so unpopular.

I am usually aloof, but I don’t feel that I am aloof.

"Brother Zhao, why don't you just forget it?" A handsome young man said with a smile, "There's no need to humiliate yourself."

Zhao Rongfei said coldly: "If it were you, Brother Feng, would you flee without a fight?"

"I won't do that if you insist on fighting even though you know you can't win." The handsome young man shook his head and said, "This won't only bring shame to your own sect."

Zhao Rongfei said proudly: "We know it is impossible but we still do it. We will never give up until the last moment. This is the principle of our Golden Sword Sect, which is different from your Wuxiang Sect!"

"Hey!" The handsome young man was so angry that he was stunned: "You have such a sharp tongue!"

He shook his head and said, "Let's see if you can say such things later!"

Another young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes laughed and said, "Brother Feng, why do you have to ask for trouble? Brother Zhao has always been stubborn. It is impossible to make him admit defeat on his own initiative!"

He laughed and said, "Then let's have a fight, Brother Meng. There's no need to kill him."

Meng Gengbai seemed not to have heard it. He slowly walked out of the pavilion and came to the center of the plain.

He glanced around and took two steps to stand in the center.

Then he looked at Zhao Rongfei calmly and said solemnly: "Please——!"

Zhao Rongfei walked up to him about ten feet away, clasped his fists and said calmly, "Brother Meng, you are an excellent swordsman. I have always wanted to find an opportunity to learn from you."

"No need to say more, let's see what happens." Meng Gengbai said solemnly: "I always try my best when I attack, please forgive me if I have offended you."

Zhao Rongfei was solemn and nodded slowly.

"Slow down." Someone shouted.

Meng Gengbai frowned and looked over.

But a young man with a smile on his face waved two pieces of black armor in his hand and said, "To avoid casualties, wear this first."

Everyone looked over and shook their heads.

"Zhou Mingming, you are so nosy. Why are you wearing this thing?"

The young man with a smile on his face said with a grin, “Wear them to avoid getting hurt, and take the elixir.”

He smiled and said, "If someone really gets hurt, a bottle of spiritual medicine is the minimum, right? Is it worthwhile to exchange a board for a bottle of spiritual medicine?"

"When I put this on, the sensation becomes wrong and my heartstrings can't be tense."

"That's better than wasting a bottle of elixir."

"Zhou Mingming, you are quite biased. Are you worried that Zhao Rongfei will be seriously injured?"

"Brother Zhao may not be defeated. Maybe it is Brother Meng who is defeated."

"Ha ha……"

"Giggle cluck..."

The loud laughter and the girls' giggles blended together, making the audience extremely happy.

It felt like I heard a huge joke.

They thought Zhou Mingming was ridiculous, and that Zhao Rongfei was better than Meng Gengbai. How bold of them to say that!

Zhou Mingming ignored them and threw out a piece of black armor in each hand.

Meng Gengbai dodged sideways.

Zhao Rongfei took it and put it aside, saying with a smile: "Xiao Zhou, I don't need this."

Zhou Mingming said hurriedly: "It's better to be prepared."

Zhao Rongfei smiled and shook his head, slowly swung out his long sword, and looked at Meng Gengbai calmly: "Brother Meng, please——!"

Meng Gengbai was about to draw his sword, but his eyes suddenly focused on the long sword.

He frowned and looked at Zhao Rongfei.

This knife has no blade.

Zhao Rongfei laughed and said, "My sword technique is too sharp."

Meng Gengbai stared at him solemnly.

Zhao Rongfei said, "Brother Meng, please stop."

"Hey, you are so arrogant!" The handsome young man who spoke earlier said loudly: "Zhao Rongfei, this is Brother Meng!"

The name Gengbai Divine Sword is not just a false reputation, it is a reputation that he has earned through hard work. His swordsmanship is superb and almost no one in this generation of disciples can match him.

Everyone also noticed the strangeness of his knife.

I couldn't help but shake my head.

Zhao Rongfei is really abnormal today. I don’t know what’s wrong with him.

He actually held an unsharpened knife in order to make Meng Gengbai show mercy?

This is a way.

But this method didn't work on Meng Gengbai. Once he drew his sword, he ignored everyone and went all out.

Zhao Rongfei ignored him and pointed at Meng Gengbai solemnly: "Brother Meng, please——!"

Meng Gengbai pressed the hilt of the sword and said in a deep voice: "Be careful!"

Everyone concentrated their attention.

Meng Gengbai's swordsmanship was amazing. They came to watch the fun, half to see Zhao Rongfei humiliated, and half to see Meng Gengbai's swordsmanship.

This will be of great benefit to my swordsmanship practice.

"Swish!" A cold light flashed, and the tip of the sword had pierced Zhao Rongfei's chest.

Zhao Rongfei was prepared and stepped back, swinging his sword at the same time.

He knew that Meng Gengbai's sword was fast and he aimed to kill with one strike.

The edgeless long knife drew a streak of light, seemingly slow, but accurately hit Meng Gengbai's chest.

Meng Gengbai seemed to be unable to react. He was hit hard in the chest and flew out.

Half of his body went numb and the sword flew out of his hand.

With a dull "bang", he supported himself on the ground with his left hand and managed to avoid being hit directly in the face.

His body slid more than ten meters across the open space until he hit a tree stump and stopped.

The calmness and solemnity he had been maintaining suddenly disappeared, leaving only a look of disgrace.

Everyone was stunned.

"This……"

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

Zhao Rongfei clasped his fists calmly and solemnly: "Brother Meng, thank you for letting me."

Half of Meng Gengbai's body was still numb, and his legs were powerless, but he struggled to stand up, covering his chest, and said solemnly: "Excellent swordsmanship!"

Zhao Rongfei smiled and said, "This is the only move I got by chance."

"...I would like to learn more about you." Meng Gengbai said.

Zhao Rongfei looked at his chest.

Although he didn't use a blade and had the internal energy to protect his body, he was definitely injured by this blow.

Meng Gengbai shook his head: "It's okay."

He took out a jade bottle from his bosom, poured out a snow-white pill and stuffed it into his mouth. In the surprised eyes of everyone, he bent down to pick up the long sword on the ground and gently shook it.

The sword was as bright as snow, and it felt chillingly cold. Even the tip of the sword extended faintly, forming a sword aura.

Everyone focused their attention again.

Although Meng Gengbai tried his best last time, he still didn't expect Zhao Rongfei's swordsmanship to be so sharp.

I still feel relaxed inside.

Now that things have really taken place seriously, Zhao Rongfei has no chance.

"Please--!" Meng Gengbai solemnly raised his sword, and the sword energy at the tip of the sword became longer and longer.

"Brother Meng, please." Zhao Rongfei said solemnly.

"Swish!" A ray of sword light broke through the air and instantly reached Zhao Rongfei.

Zhao Rongfei has already swung his knife.

The knife light was like a white rainbow, lightly hitting Meng Gengbai's chest.

Meng Gengbai seemed to be caught off guard and was knocked away again.

He spurted out a stream of blood in the air and the sword slipped out of his hand again.

The hissing sound of breathing was heard continuously.

Everyone stared at Zhao Rongfei in surprise.

This knife is very strange.

It seemed not so fast, and Meng Gengbai seemed not to see it and moved closer.

"Let me try!" The handsome young man who spoke earlier flew out of the pavilion and landed opposite Zhao Rongfei.

Zhao Rongfei saw Meng Gengbai got up and was fine, so he turned to the handsome young man and said calmly, "Xiao Feng, why do you want to humiliate yourself?"

“Hey, knowing that it’s impossible to do something but still doing it, it’s not just you from the Golden Sword Sect, our Wuxiang Sect is the same!” The handsome young man snorted, “Stop talking nonsense, and draw your sword!”

"Okay, look at the knife!" Meng Gengbai waved the knife.

A white rainbow passed by.

The handsome young man had only drawn his sword halfway when he was stabbed in the chest.

He slid ten meters on the ground and stopped, screaming: "Weird!"

He was clearly prepared, even drawing his sword in advance, but he was too late.

This knife seems slow, but it is actually incredibly fast.

"I'll do it!" The young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes jumped in front of him, clasped his fists and said, "Brother Zhao, let me learn this sword!"

Zhao Rongfei hesitated.

"Why, do you look down on me, Old Sun?"

"Then please." Zhao Rongfei said in a deep voice.

This Sun Jingzhou is from the Phoenix Sword Sect, but the current Phoenix Sword Sect is not the same as before.

The emperor came from the Phoenix Sword Sect, which suddenly raised the status of the Phoenix Sword Sect.

Although it is still one of the four major sects, it has the potential to become the number one sect.

This is what it means when one person succeeds, everyone around him will benefit.

"Watch out for the sword!" Sun Jingzhou drew his sword and stabbed, the sword light glowing faintly red.

Zhao Rongfei drew his sword and the white rainbow flashed past again.

Then Sun Jingzhou was chopped by the knife and flew away, almost hitting the handsome young man.

Everyone was amazed.

"Brother Zhao, what kind of swordsmanship is this?"

"Baihong Style." Zhao Rongfei swept the knife towards the people in the pavilion, as if asking who else was there.

But no one jumped out again.

Everyone noticed the strangeness of this knife. It seemed slow but was actually fast, incredibly fast.

The moves are ordinary, just fast, there is no need to ask for advice.

Going up to him would only bring disaster upon oneself and bring shame upon oneself.

Someone asked curiously: "Where did this encounter come from? Could it be a cave?"

Zhao Rongfei smiled proudly and shook his head, saying, "I can't say."

"Good sword skills."

“It’s really good knife skills.”

"Brother Zhao, is this the only move you have?"

"Well, there is only this one."

"This one move is enough."

"How could such a sword technique be so unknown? I've never heard of the White Rainbow Style."

"Brother Zhao, can you tell me the full name of this sword technique?"

"There is no full name, only this one style, the White Rainbow Style."

Someone laughed and said, "Brother Zhao, this move is enough to defeat the true disciple of our generation."

Zhao Rongfei laughed: "How is this possible?"

"Why not?" the man retorted, "Brother Meng's swordsmanship is already far superior to his peers, and no one can defeat him."

The name of Gengbai Divine Sword was earned through fighting. Who was it fought against?
Naturally, they are the other young disciples of the four major sects, the true disciples of this generation.

None of the true disciples of this generation, whether it is the Phoenix Sword, the Great Sun Golden Knife, or the Formless Sword Technique, are his match.

Of course, the true teachings of the previous generation are different. When a grandmaster reaches the third level, he can suppress the swordsmanship with his realm.

Zhao Rongfei smiled and shook his head.

He actually understood that this was true, and no one in this generation of true disciples would be his rival.

This feeling... is exactly what I have been pursuing through my hard practice.

Now I finally tasted it, it’s absolutely wonderful!
The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up, and he tried to suppress it but failed.

"Where on earth did this sword technique come from?"

Everyone kept asking.

Zhao Rongfei, however, kept his mouth shut and refused to say any more.

He clasped his fists, said goodbye to everyone, and walked away with big strides.

"Where on earth did you get this? There's no news at all."

"Old Zhao hasn't left the city in the past while. He has been staying in the city the whole time. How did this adventure come about? Did he get it from the sect's arsenal?"

"possible."

"Maybe it was taught by a master."

"Which expert?"

"...There are not many people in the world who have such sword skills. They can be counted on one's fingers."

(End of this chapter)