Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 152 A Heartwarming Friend
The morning light was dim.

Dawn is approaching, and the morning wind is brisk.

"drive!"

"drive!"

Under the misty rain, several groups of people entered Luoyang City from various city gates.

There were quite a few people from the martial arts world along the way, including caravans and镖师 (bodyguards/escorts).

A large group of people, wearing waistbands and leggings, some with headscarves or straw hats, walked into the city gate carrying knives and swords.

Today's wind was exceptionally fierce, so strong that it was almost impossible for everyone to open their eyes, the saddles were freezing cold, and everyone felt a chill in their hearts.

At this moment, a team leader shouted, "Everyone, be alert! Things are not peaceful in the Central Plains lately, so keep your eyes open!"

A young man with spiky hair came up with a grin and asked, "Master, what happened again? Tell me about it!"

Just then, a whistle rang out.

Chaos erupted at the rear of the caravan as the guards retreated to make way for the caravan.

A troop of men rushed into the city gate like a whirlwind, making a thunderous and imposing sound.

The crowd turned to look and saw that there were only a dozen or so people, but they were spirited and had a great presence. Although there were hundreds of people around, they were like fireflies compared to the bright moon, which made everyone secretly marvel.

A burly man sat on the first horse, imposing and majestic, with large, calloused hands. His gaze was full of authority!
"The Great Hero of Guanzhong, Shanxi Yan!" The head镖师 (bodyguard/escort) looked at the man with a serious expression.

It wasn't just him; there were others behind him.

Then, three old men in dark green robes floated in from outside the city, their expressions arrogant, like immortals.

Upon closer inspection, the crowd saw that their clothes were embroidered with monsters with human heads, snake bodies, bird claws, and bat wings.

This monster also seemed to possess some kind of eerie power. Although it was only embroidered on clothes, anyone who saw it would immediately feel an indescribable chill and couldn't help but shiver.

The head镖师 gasped, "Damn it, the 'Three Friends of Winter' from the Western Demonic Sect have arrived too?"

The martial arts practitioners on both sides were extremely wary upon hearing this.

In recent years, the Western Demonic Cult has become increasingly powerful. Jade Rakshasa is a peerless martial artist, and her "Three Friends of Winter" are also superb swordsmen, making them the best swordsmen in the world.

Subsequently, Abbot Ku Wu of Shaolin Bodhi Temple led eighteen vigorous monks into the city.

Master Danxia of Wudang arrived with seven sharp-eyed disciples.

Famous figures from the martial arts world, including Qingcheng, Kongtong, Tangmen, Wenjia, and the Twelve Linked Forts, flocked to the area.

Some are unrestrained and arrogant, some are reserved and kind, some are sleazy and greasy, and some are elegant and beautiful.

Their single file entry left everyone speechless.

This also caused the boy with the spiky hair to gradually turn horrified.

"Master, what important matter has brought so many people to the capital?"

The head镖师 (bodyguard/escort) muttered, "These days, the most famous thing in the martial arts world is a carriage."

"What kind of car?" the disciple asked, puzzled.

"A donkey cart," the head镖师 said in a deep voice, "a fire-breathing, murderous, unstoppable donkey cart!"

"Wow? That's amazing! Has the donkey become a spirit?"

"Of course it's not that the donkey has become a spirit, but that the people inside are powerful!" the head镖师 said seriously. "This donkey cart sped from Luoyang to the capital in three days, causing earth-shattering noises and bloodshed wherever it went. It was truly formidable!"

"I understand!" the disciple exclaimed. "Master, are you referring to the master of the 'Dragon-Capturing Divine Sword'?"

“That’s right!” the head镖师 said seriously. “The carriage they were driving was the Blood Donkey Cart, but they returned the day before yesterday, heading back to Luoyang!”

The disciple asked in confusion, "Why did we turn back halfway?"

The head镖师 (bodyguard/escort) shook his head and said, "Old Demon Ren is a deep and unpredictable man; who knows what he's thinking?"

"But let's keep our eyes peeled. Right now, Luoyang is abuzz with activity, and a bloody storm is brewing!"
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three days ago.

Jin Jiuling, known as the "Number One Detective in the World," issued an arrest warrant in the name of the Six Doors.

It has been determined that Ren Shaoyang, Ren Hongxiu, and Li Ding'an are the true culprits who murdered Shaolin's Kuqing, injured Emei Sect Leader Dugu Yihe, and plotted against Huo Xiu.

Subsequently, Shaolin and Wudang took the lead in speaking out, vowing to make the evil forces pay for their blood debts, and issued orders to pursue them.

In an instant, both the righteous and the evil factions responded and moved.

All the masters in the world, regardless of whether they were righteous or evil, set off and converged on Luoyang.

At this moment, Luoyang City is like a bow with several arrows, all taut but not yet released, yet ready to be released at any moment.

Martial arts figures train hard their entire lives, all for the sake of becoming famous throughout the world, becoming invincible, and becoming the richest people in the world!

Now, the master of the Blood Donkey Cart, the master of the Divine Sword Dragon Capture, and the heir to Huo Xiu's wealth—Old Devil Ren—has revealed his demonic traces.

Everyone was burning with ambition. If fate smiled upon them and they captured the three, wouldn't they instantly rise to the top of the martial arts world?

It's even possible that they could rise to the top in one fell swoop and dominate the world in the future!

Before the sun rose, the weather was overcast, and soon a light drizzle began.

Under a misty rain.

The teahouses and taverns on both sides of the long street were already full of people.

Occasionally, swallows would fly by, but they were startled by the chilling atmosphere and would flee in panic.

Inside the largest restaurant in Luoyang.

Lu Xiaofeng was already drunk.

But through the swirling rain, he could still see the martial arts figures peeking out from the teahouses and taverns, observing with cold eyes.

Some wore straw hats, some wore felt hats, and some even wore masks.

The wine in their hands hadn't been touched for a long time.

Their attention was entirely focused on the wide-open city gate. They were waiting for a donkey cart to arrive.

Across from Lu Xiaofeng, a young girl quietly asked, "Why are you in pain?"

She was dressed in snow-white clothes, light and soft, as if she could be blown away by the wind at any moment.

This lovely girl is looking at Lu Xiaofeng, her eyes are only for him.

Their eyes were filled with tenderness and affection that no one could express.

Lu Xiaofeng hiccuped, staring at her, completely mesmerized.

The girl blushed and said softly, "Have you looked enough after all this time?"

Lu Xiaofeng sighed and said, "There are two very strange things about me."

"Which two?"

"First of all, you are such a shy and timid little girl, yet you are actually Xue Bing, the 'Cold Rakshasa' whom everyone in the martial arts world dreads."

Xue Bing smiled and said, "What if you saw me?"

Lu Xiaofeng smiled gently: "My head isn't big, but my heart is beating a lot faster."

Xue Bing rolled her eyes at him and said coquettishly, "You heartless scoundrel, you just have a silver tongue." She then asked, "And the second one?"

Lu Xiaofeng looked gloomy and pointed to the martial arts figures downstairs: "They are dying, but I cannot save them."

Xue Bing craned his neck to look down and saw two people jump out of the window and into the alley. Their swords flashed, and a moment later one fell down, while the other returned to the tavern and stared blankly at the city gate.

The corpse had already been dragged away by the beggar, leaving only a pool of blood that was slowly washed away by the rain.

Xue Bing said softly, "Is someone like that even worth saving?"

Lu Xiaofeng felt a little ashamed, but his gaze gradually hardened: "I want to give it a try."

"Give it a try?" The usually shy girl was now as cold as ice. "Which side can you handle? Ren Laomo and his two companions, or the righteous and evil factions of the world?"

Xue Bing grew angrier as she spoke, and finally raised her voice: "You can't save anyone, you might even lose your life!"

Lu Xiaofeng rubbed his temples and said painfully, "But I can't bear to see life wither away like a fallen flower before my eyes, and I can't bear to watch the martial world suffer such a calamity!"

"Great catastrophe?"

Xue Bing sneered: "You mean the three people from the Blood Donkey Cart can slaughter their way through the entire martial arts world?"

"he"

Lu Xiaofeng had nothing to say.

He couldn't say that these three were the martial arts legends from a hundred years ago.

They're immortal!
Once these words are uttered, an unpredictable storm will sweep across the world, perhaps even more frenzied and terrifying than it is now.

Seeing that he remained silent, Xue Bing coldly asked, "Do you really have to go?"

Lu Xiaofeng nodded silently.

“Then take me with you!” Xue Bing looked at him stubbornly.

Lu Xiaofeng shook his head silently, his expression extremely resolute.

Xue Bing turned her head away, her eyes brimming with tears, not wanting Lu Xiaofeng to see.

Lu Xiaofeng sighed, "I'm not even sure I'll survive, how can I drag you into this hellhole?"

Xue Bing said bitterly, "How can I bear to wait for you to die?"

Lu Xiaofeng said, "You can find someone to chat with and have a drink with. There are plenty of people who can talk and drink, so you can go find them."

"roll!"

Xue Bing flew into a rage, "Go to hell! Don't worry, I'll definitely find another man! You'll get hit by that donkey cart and killed by 'Dragon-Capturing Divine Sword'!"

"There's also the possibility of being killed by 'Demon Blade Red Candlelight' or burned to death by 'Burning City in Flames'," Lu Xiaofeng thought to himself.

But he didn't say anything, instead glancing at the man beside him who had been silently drinking.

He was a very thin man, pale-faced, but with a gentle expression.

His name is Snake King, and he is one of my best friends.

Lu Xiaofeng could sense a power in him that was completely different from that in Xue Bing.

The power of friendship.

Lu Xiaofeng felt a warmth in his heart, realizing that even facing those three legends, he felt no fear. He said softly to Xue Bing, "Although the current situation is dangerous, you know my martial arts skills. There may be many people I can't beat, but no one can catch up with Lu Xiaofeng."

Having said that, he turned to look at the snake king.

The Snake King smiled slightly and said, "Although this is not Yangcheng, I can guarantee that no one here can harm Miss Xue!"

Lu Xiaofeng smiled.

He trusted the Snake King completely, so he was extremely relieved about Xue Bing's safety.

In a flash, Lu Xiaofeng had already rushed towards the city.

Xue Bing remained silent and still, as if she had turned into a statue.

It has lost its freshness.

"You know he's doing this for your own good." The Snake King took out a flask of wine from somewhere and poured it for her.

Xue Bing didn't use a cup; instead, he snatched the wine pot and tilted his head back to gulp it down.

Then, she covered her head, looked strangely at the snake king whose face was full of pain, and fainted.

The Snake King sighed and murmured, "I'm sorry."

(End of this chapter)