Film and Television: The Great Feng Sword Immortal, starting with Lingyue's updo hairstyle

Nangong Qianrou was visibly excited to see Su Nan again.

"Nangong, we meet again."

Su Nan's casual remark sent a shiver down Nangong Qianrou's spine.

“Fahun is the number one enemy in the eyes of the night watchmen. He has the blood of hundreds of experts from the Great Feng Dynasty on his hands. Moreover, the stronger the enemy he takes, the more his own strength improves. He is extremely difficult to deal with.”

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Yang Yan began to speak:

"Fahun's physique is quite strong. Even though I tried my best to catch up, I was unable to break through his defense with a thrust of my spear."

The way of the martial monk is quite similar to the Vajra body in the Snowy Wonderland. Once mastered, its defensive power is unparalleled.

Yang Yan was considered one of the best among fourth-grade cultivators, yet he encountered an impenetrable defense, which was truly unbelievable.

"We only have one magical artifact to conceal our presence, so we have no choice but to go to Qinglong Temple to borrow another one. Nangong and I will conceal our presence and hide in the shadows. With the combined efforts of the three of us, we may have a chance to capture that cunning thief monk."

Yang Yan's words were unusually cautious. He mentioned that even if three fourth-rank warriors joined forces, they could only hope to capture him, not defeat him completely. This undoubtedly demonstrated his deep memory of Fa Hun's extraordinary defensive power.

"Unfortunately, the third disciple of the Director of the Imperial Observatory is currently in seclusion for cultivation..."

Before anyone else could finish speaking, Nangong Qianrou interrupted.

Yang Yan spoke with a hint of regret, "Even though a warlock can conceal their aura once they reach the eighth rank, only a fourth-rank warlock possesses basic combat power."

This disciple is already a fourth-grade array master. If he can fight alongside us, he will surely help us capture Fa Hun in one fell swoop.

The titles of Ninth-Rank Sorcerer, Eighth-Rank Qi Observer, Seventh-Rank Feng Shui Master, Sixth-Rank Alchemist, Fifth-Rank Prophet, and Fourth-Rank Array Master don't seem to give the immediate impression of being good at combat; they are more like support roles.

"Which one of you is the third disciple of the Supervisor?"

Su Nan didn't recognize him at first, so he asked casually.

However, no sooner had the words been spoken than a clear, otherworldly sound drifted through the courtyard.

“In the bustling capital, you have never heard of my name, brave warrior. Your charisma has so captivated my attention.”

As the words entered the hall, Su Nan immediately felt a chill run through his body. If he hadn't read the original novel beforehand, he would have thought that Ye Liangchen was actually there.

Yang Yan and Nangong Qianrou also shifted their positions, quite annoyed, but soon, a forced smile appeared on their faces.

The man who spoke was the powerful ally they had been hoping for.

However, in Su Nan's view, the two people's expressions looked more like they were begging for help.

After all, the person who spoke was the epitome of pretentiousness in Dafeng City, the once-powerful "King of Pretentiousness"... Yang Qianhuan!

"Su Nan, Senior Brother Yang is here!"

As the sound of hurried footsteps rang out, Chu Caiwei, with her clear, crescent-shaped eyes and a faint blush on her face, gracefully entered the hall with a smile.

"Senior Brother Yang has heard that you possess three unique skills, but he has always found it hard to believe. Therefore, he specially asked me to bring you here so that he can witness your extraordinary talent firsthand!"

Chu Caiwei's cheerful words temporarily alleviated the discomfort of the two Jinluo members.

"Hmph! A mere warrior, a declining Confucian scholar, and a branch of Taoist arts, even if he cultivates all three, can never compare to the expertise of a sorcerer."

Yang Qianhuan spoke with confidence and composure, her voice drifting leisurely across the courtyard.

Immediately afterwards, a figure dressed in white gracefully arrived. She had her back to the crowd, her hands behind her back, like a transcendent immortal, standing apart from the mortal world.

The fourth-rank sorcerer Yang Qianhuan glanced at Su Nan and immediately confirmed that what Chu Caiwei said was true; Su Nan was indeed surrounded by three different system auras.

In the land of Dafeng, there is a clear hierarchy in the path of cultivation. Those martial artists who focus on physical training are considered inferior and are almost never taken seriously. Their cultivation system is often looked down upon.

The once-glorious Confucianism is now showing signs of decline.

Chu Caiwei's lips curled up slightly. Perhaps even she herself felt that Yang Qianhuan's arrogance was a bit excessive, making her feel quite embarrassed.

Nangong Qianrou frowned, asking with a puzzled expression:

"Caiwei, why does your senior brother always act so quietly, without letting us know?"

Yang Yan stood up, respectfully bowed, and said:

"Please turn around, Brother Yang, so we can have a detailed discussion."

Upon hearing Yang Yan's words, Chu Caiwei chose to remain silent. She casually picked up some snacks, sat down next to Su Nan, and looked on with great interest.

Please accept this!

Su Nan accepted the dried meat from Chu Caiwei, who smiled sweetly with satisfaction. The starlight in her big eyes shone brightly.

Yang Qianhuan seemed to be talking to herself, "Please allow me to refuse. I, Yang, act entirely according to my own will and do not care about the opinions of others."

Although he said he didn't care, he fell into deep thought before he finished speaking. "The pillars of the Great Feng Dynasty, Supervisor and Wei Yuan, seem to always be accustomed to leaving their backs to the world."

"One person stands atop the watchtower, gazing into the distance; another sits solemnly on the Bagua platform. They silently protect the Great Feng behind them, sheltering their countless people from wind and rain."

This extraordinary and refined demeanor filled Qianhuan with a deep longing.

Yang Yan and Nangong Qianrou simultaneously touched their foreheads, a hint of embarrassment on their faces. They then shifted their gaze, no longer looking directly at Yang Qianhuan's departing figure.

Chu Caiwei whispered close to Su Nan's ear:

“Su Nan, you have to know that Senior Brother Yang has always been like this. Even if he is willing to lend a helping hand, he will choose to turn around and talk to you.”

Upon hearing this, Yang Yan stopped insisting. If that was the case, it would be best if Yang Qianhuan could lend a helping hand, but if he liked to put on airs, then so be it.

"Fa Hun's physical body possesses immense strength, and he needs to rely even more on the formation set up by Brother Qian Huan... Buy it."

Just as Yang Yan was about to speak, he witnessed Su Nan lightly wave his hand, her lips slightly parted, as if she were whispering to Chu Caiwei.

Yang Qianhuan entered the room.

Yang Yan paused slightly as he spoke, then noticed an unusual aura emanating from Yang Qianhuan.

The next moment, he instantly traversed space and appeared in the lobby, standing facing Su Nan and Yang Yan.

Chapter 138 His knowledge is shallow; he is no match for a single battle!

Follow your words!

Yang Qianhuan's eyes widened and her teeth clenched, clearly having just exerted all her strength to try to resist Su Nan's irresistible power of words, but ultimately she failed.

He forced out a few words through clenched teeth, "It was my carelessness; I failed to dodge in time..."

"whee……"

Chu Caiwei's laughter was as clear and crisp as a silver bell, and a gloating smile appeared on her lips.

Yang Yan and Nangong Qianrou couldn't help but exchange surprised glances. The "words becoming law" that transcended the six virtues of a gentleman was being used by them at will, which was already at the level of a fourth-grade gentleman.

It seems that Su Nan's cultivation has improved again!

Yang Qianhuan seemed quite unwilling, so she picked up a chair, turned her back to everyone, and sat down leisurely.

At this moment, Chu Caiwei's lips curled up, and she chuckled softly, "Our teacher once said that in a short period of time, the realm of a fourth-grade gentleman is enough to allow a powerful opponent of the same level to cast spells at will three times. Senior Brother Yang, you..."

"crunch..."

A sound of chair legs scraping against the ground rang out. Yang Qianhuan turned around indifferently, turning the chair towards everyone present, facing each and every one of them directly.

If Su Nan's words are followed by a change of heart again, then I will lose all face.

The Confucian tradition was waning, resulting in only a handful of gentlemen of the fourth rank remaining in the capital, all of whom were renowned Confucian scholars.

However, Su Nan happens to be one of these few outstanding individuals.

When Su Nan used the "Words Become Law" technique on Yang Qianhuan, a strong backlash surged within his body, far exceeding the power of his fifth-grade virtue realm.

Fortunately, Su Nan possessed abundant righteous energy, which immediately enveloped the backlash, and it was expected that he would be able to completely devour and dissipate it soon.

"Gentlemen, if there is anything to discuss, I, Yang, will be at the forefront and vow to subdue that arrogant monk. Even if he is strong and fierce, he is no match for me!"

Meeting Yang Qianhuan's confident gaze, Yang Yan did not offer any corrections. "At that time, Brother Su, please keep that madman calm. The three of us will remain hidden in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike. We will surely be able to subdue him in one fell swoop."

The group discussed the details again, but Yang Qianhuan remained silent, like a meditating monk, only nodding in acknowledgment.

As the event drew to a close, Yang Qianhuan said softly:

"Junior sister, you should come along too."

Chu Caiwei chewed on the dried fruit, almost choked by those words. She raised her little finger to her nose and asked in surprise:

"I?"

Yang Qianhuan nodded solemnly, "If you don't go, who else can share with my fellow disciples the experience of easily defeating that monk with superb defense?"

It is obvious that Yang Qianhuan has a clear understanding of the difficulty of the challenge of killing Fa Hun. If he wins this battle, he will surely become famous.

"In the end, I cannot boast of my talent alone. If you insist on not going, then I will be unable to lend a helping hand to Su Nan."

Chu Caiwei raised an eyebrow and complained with a hint of helplessness, "I can't even sleep peacefully on my day off, it's so annoying... Oh well, if that's how it is, then let's go."

Yang Qianhuan turned and stepped out. As he approached the door, he finally felt relieved and announced with certainty, "Everyone, we will meet again two days from now, eight and a half miles outside the city!"

Reaching the doorway, I no longer needed to worry about being pulled back by the power of "words becoming law." At this moment, I was finally able to turn around and freely whisper to each other.

Two days later, at Baliban, a suburb of Beijing.

On the outskirts of the town, there was a tea stall. Upon arriving, Su Nan sat down and leisurely enjoyed his tea.

The two Jinluo, along with Yang Qianhuan and Chu Caiwei, cleverly concealed their presence, hiding in a dark corner, their eyes fixed on the tea stall in the distance.

Those who pass through this place are mostly travelers hurrying through the city and beyond; very few stop to linger.

Su Nan did not wait long before she saw a bald man walk out of the town. His hair and beard were all white, his stubble was thick, his face was resolute, and his body was covered with fat. He was a towering nine feet tall, and his arms were more than twice as thick as Chu Caiwei's legs.

As the burly man approached, Su Nan felt as if the ground trembled. His fierce gaze revealed a chilling murderous intent and utterly ruthless cruelty.

"Su Nan, how dare you come here."

Fa Hun sat upright beside Su Nan, his voice deep and resonant like a great bell, with a hint of mockery in his tone.

Su Nan took a sip of tea and casually remarked:

"Now that I have come this far, I do not know why you need to come with me."

"Because if you come, you will die."

Fahun burst into loud laughter, "You are so close to me, even with secret help, you will find it difficult to escape death."

Hidden in the shadows, Yang Qianhuan whispered:

“A person as ignorant as you can easily kill me with just one move. Even if you are strong and powerful, you are no match for us.”

Yang Yandao: