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

Chapter 197 Magician Pang Ban
The little beggar's heart skipped a beat!
She had never felt such a chilling sensation before. She felt that wherever this person stood, he was the absolute center, and even the vastness of the sky and the expanse of the earth could not overshadow his brilliance.

Hongxiu blinked and said sweetly, "Uncle, I'm a lovely girl loved by everyone, why do you call me a witch?"

The man laughed and said, "You're all talk and no action. Everyone says I'm inherently evil, a demon incarnate, but I think you, little girl, have the upper hand!"

Hongxiu pretended not to hear, poured two cups of wine from the wine pot, and raised the cups with both hands: "Hey! Why are you standing in the rain? Come and have a drink to warm up."

The man smiled and shook his head, saying, "How interesting. Well, I am a little tired." As he spoke, he strode over.

Hongxiu's expression changed. She had clearly seen this person stride towards her. His posture and demeanor exuded an astonishing aura.

But when she closed her eyes, there was no trace of this person in her heart!
When the little beggar opened his eyes again, he saw that the person was already inside the pavilion.

He didn't walk very fast.

But it's stable.

They were as steady as giants who could bear the weight of the world on their shoulders.

His steps were also remarkably consistent, step by step, reaching the highest point with identical stride lengths.

Hongxiu suddenly had a strange thought: she felt that the world was like a biased parent, giving him all the benefits.

In the blink of an eye, the man stood beside Hongxiu, smiling faintly.

The candlelight illuminated his face, and Hongxiu could then see that he was a middle-aged man in his thirties.

His appearance was almost eerily handsome, his skin was as clear as jade, and his long hair draped over his shoulders.

He exuded such a dignified and imposing presence that he was unforgettable at first sight.

The man said calmly, "The night is deep, and the wind is howling. I was so engrossed in watching that I almost forgot about the chill in the air. I apologize for disturbing you, young lady."

Hongxiu gave a thumbs up: "Uncle, what a transcendent demeanor, and what a superior appearance!"

The man was taken aback, as if no one had ever dared to speak to him like that before, yet he found the girl's words sincere and amusing, and couldn't help but look up and laugh.

Seeing his hearty laugh, Hongxiu pointed to the stone bench beside her and said, "Uncle, please sit down. I wonder who prepared such a sumptuous meal so late at night. Hehe, it's a good deal for us."

The man sat down with an air of authority, chuckling and joking, "Perhaps it really was prepared by the Ming Dynasty Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang?"

Hongxiu rolled her eyes at him, noticing a hint of amusement in his gaze. They looked at each other for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter.

The man found the girl adorable and straightforward, making him happier than his disciples, servants, protectors, or even enemies.

Compared to those third-rate hypocrites, they are worlds apart.

Hongxiu handed him a wine glass: "Hey! Drink up!"

"it is good!"

The man obediently took the glass, downed it in one gulp, put down the glass, and said with a smile, "Did I disturb you?"

Hongxiu waved her hand magnanimously: "It's alright, it's alright! I'm just a humble beggar offering this as a token of my appreciation. By the way, I still don't know your honorable name, uncle. How should I address you?"

The man smiled faintly, his voice deep and magnetic: "Miss Hongxiu already guessed it, why ask?"

Hongxiu raised an eyebrow: "I'm not sure if it's you!"

The man laughed heartily and said, "That's true." Then, his laughter subsided, and he said, "My name is Pang Ban."

Hongxiu nodded, feigning surprise: "Oh my, it really is the number one Pang Ban in the world, Uncle Pang!"

Hearing her still address him as "Uncle," Pang Ban's expression turned somewhat strange, and he asked, "Aren't you afraid of me, Pang?"

Hongxiu brought him a bowl and chopsticks, saying, "What's there to be afraid of? You speak so nicely and are very respectful. You're much better than the rumors say!"

Pang Ban smiled and said, "Miss Hongxiu's words are interesting. So, in your heart, what kind of person am I?"

Hongxiu thought for a moment and smiled, "Uncle Pang's words remind me of something Shaoyang once said."

"Oh? Ren Shaoyang?" Pang Ban rested his elbows on the table as he looked at her. "What did he say?"

“What is your true self?” Hongxiu asked. “The others you see are the real you.”

"Others as I see them?"

Pang Ban stared at the little beggar for a long time, remained silent for a long time, and then suddenly smiled.

When he wasn't smiling, he was as stern as winter snow, cold and unapproachable. But now, with this smile, it was as if flowers were blooming and the moon was shining, and the entire pavilion suddenly became bright.

Hongxiu exclaimed "Wow!" and stared at him with bright eyes: "Uncle Pang, you look so handsome when you smile!" As she spoke, she raised both thumbs up and gave him a thumbs-up.

Pang Ban shook his head slightly and said, "Little girl, you really are a born witch!"

Hongxiu was stunned for a moment, then asked blankly, "Huh?"

Pang Ban glanced at her again, a strange look in his eyes, and said, "When you looked at me just now, the energy changed 36 times in those 123 glances."

The demon master paused, frowned, sighed, and said softly, "This must be your swordsmanship, right? Thirty-six swords combined into one, each strike unwavering, a blood-soaked and terrifying blade. Truly a demonic sword."

Hongxiu's secret was exposed, but she didn't change her expression. Instead, she snorted and said smugly, "This is my 'Blood and Tears Calamity' sword technique." As she spoke, she patted the demonic sword at her waist, "Combined with 'Candle Flower Red,' it's the number one sword technique in the world!"

Speaking of this, I suddenly remembered the fire that descended upon Shaolin Temple, and I couldn't help but stick out my tongue.

Pang Ban smiled and said, "Blood and Tears Calamity? Red Candle Flower? What a fine name." He lowered his eyes to look at the demonic blade, "Miss Hongxiu, may I have a look at this demonic blade?"

The magician spoke in an extremely gentle tone, yet his manner left no room for argument.

Hongxiu smiled slightly: "Uncle Pang, most people would risk their lives to see my knife!"

"Is that so?" Pang Ban smiled.

Although there was a smile in his eyes, his gaze was filled with indifference and ruthlessness.
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"Brother Ren, I apologize for my rudeness!"

Fang Yeyu remained as polite as ever, and as soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly let out a long howl.

"Your teacup is gone, here's mine!"

With a backhand sweep, the teacup flew straight toward Ren Shaoyang with a whoosh.

Ren Shaoyang stood motionless, but the stone bricks beneath his feet suddenly shattered. *Whoosh!*
An invisible force suddenly appeared out of thin air, and the teacup, despite being imbued with Fang Yeyu's internal energy, was instantly shattered. Countless shards of porcelain, mixed with a shower of white rain, reflected back with a sizzling sound.

Fang Yeyu's expression turned solemn. He suddenly threw a punch, and with a "whoosh," the porcelain shards and tea shattered and splashed all over the ground.

"When the mind moves, strength arises!" Fang Yeyu said slowly. "Brother Ren, your Buddhist skills are truly remarkable. May I ask what kind of technique it is?"

Ren Shaoyang moved slightly again, and said with a half-smile, "This is called 'Great Vajra Divine Power'."

Fang Yeyu's expression suddenly changed. He felt an extremely terrifying aura attack him, as if his body was being pricked by needles. He shrank back slightly, then straightened his back and shouted sharply, "Impressive! But Yeyu has never heard of such a thing before!"

Ren Shaoyang sighed, "It's normal that I haven't heard of it."

Fang Yeyu's face turned ashen, and after a long while he said, "I, Yeyu, have come to learn from Brother Ren's 'Great Vajra Divine Power'!"

With a flash of white light, two three-foot-eight-inch-long steel halberds landed in his hands, and his burly, tall figure suddenly leaped forward.

The attack was swift as lightning; the double halberds shot out diagonally, aiming for Ren Shaoyang's lower abdomen. Although the move was dangerous, the action was graceful and fluid.

With a hiss, it was already at Ren Shaoyang's chest in an instant!
Ren Shaoyang laughed heartily, and suddenly a blue longsword appeared in his hand. With a backhand motion, a cold light flashed out.

With a clang of metal against metal, the double halberds were placed a foot away from his neck.

"The twin halberds are like two dragons, baring their fangs and claws as they move forward."

Ren Shaoyang smiled lazily, his wrist twisting, the sword vibrating slightly, blocking the seven halberds in an instant, and still having the strength to speak in a melodious voice.

"well said!"

Fang Yeyu continued to strike with his halberd, parrying and blocking, but he found it increasingly difficult.

"Brother Fang, give it your all!" Ren the rascal grinned wickedly. "I've got plenty of strength!"

With a flick of the wrist, the sword light flashed like a poem, its intensity perfectly balanced. It illuminated the handsome profiles of the two men, its light shifting and changing.

The final strike.

With a "clang," sparks flew everywhere.

The two young people stood facing each other.

"Thump thump thump!" Fang Yeyu took three steps back.

The man in white robes lowered his long sword, smoothed a lock of hair, and smiled, "Brother Fang, your martial arts are not bad!"

Fang Yeyu didn't say much, but the shock he felt was indescribable.

It should be known that he learned martial arts from the invincible Pang Ban from a young age, and later he was even given his master's famous divine weapon, the "Three-Eight Halberd".

This halberd is made of black iron from the bottom of the North Sea and weighs 157 jin (approximately 78.5 catties).

Fang Yeyu was invincible with these divine weapons; ordinary people would die instantly if they were even grazed by them.

To his surprise, he was completely outmatched by the elegant and composed swordsmanship of the white-robed man opposite him.

Regardless of the sophistication of their moves, the depth of their internal energy, the strength of their physical strength, their combat experience, or even their mental and physical state, they were all at a disadvantage.

The difference isn't much, just a little lower.

But this low-to-high line looks like it's being controlled by a master.

Fang Yeyu shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Brother Ren, your swordsmanship has truly shocked me." As if he had completely forgotten that Ren Shaoyang was his great enemy, he said seriously, "Although I am only twenty-seven years old this year, I have a lot of combat experience, but I have never been suppressed by someone like today."

Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly, flicked the azure longsword, and listened to the long hum of the divine sword. His eyes suddenly brightened.

"Have you considered dying here today?"

Fang Yeyu's smile vanished, and he said coldly, "Life is so beautiful, how can you give up so easily?"

With a flick of his wrist, he swiftly slashed with his halberd, shattering the round table to pieces.

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "This halberd strike is quite impressive." He turned his body to the side again, his gaze slightly tilted, falling on the point of impact of the "Three-Eight Halberd".

Fang Yeyu was startled and quickly turned around to avoid the proof, circling around to his side.

But Ren Shaoyang's eyes were sharp, and he only glanced at it lightly.

Fang Yeyu was covered in cold sweat again, his body darting left and right, casting shadows around him, but no matter how hard he tried, the three-eight halberds could not withstand the attack.

At this moment, Ren Shaoyang's gaze was fixed on Fang Yeyu's weak points.

The little demon was drenched in sweat, his heart filled with unspeakable suffering. He felt as if the other party's gaze was a divine punishment, that his own aura had been seen through, and that with just one sword strike, he would either die or be seriously injured.

Fang Yeyu understood this principle, so he kept changing his form to make it difficult for Ren Shaoyang to grasp him, thus seeking an opportunity to break through the earth.

However, the skill Ren Shaoyang was using at this moment was the most advanced Qi-based skill in the Canghai World—the Emperor's Qi Observation Technique!

As the saying goes, "The emperor can kill with a mere glance and a laugh!"
Despite Fang Yeyu's monkey-like swaying from side to side, Ren Shaoyang's gaze beat him to the punch, revealing his whereabouts.

The fact that he didn't strike a single sword strike left him feeling dejected.

If anyone were watching, they would notice that Fang Yeyu's face was deathly pale, his clothes were soaked with sweat, his eyes were vacant, and his gaze was growing increasingly desperate.

He's almost driven to the brink of collapse by all this.

Ren Shaoyang sighed softly: "Brother Fang, you still need to practice more!"

He swung his sword in a counter-attack, and in the blink of an eye, five sharp clangs rang out as the Dragon-Capturing Halberd and the Three-Eight Halberd clashed.

bass!
Suddenly seeing a figure stagger back more than ten steps, he couldn't help but vomit blood, which stained his front!

Fang Yeyu coughed twice and said hatefully, "What insidious sword energy!" Before he finished speaking, blood seeped from his chest, indicating that he had been hit by the hidden force of the "Sword Gu".

"Easy to say."

Ren Shaoyang pointed his long sword diagonally as he strolled over, his white robes fluttering in the wind.

Just then, a gust of wind swept by, followed by two loud shouts: "Die!"

But it was the "white-haired beauty" who charged over with her men!
(End of this chapter)