Martial Arts Crossover: Inheriting the Legacy of the Human Sword Saint! Li Hanyi Confesses Her Love

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Ugh! --

On Wangjian Peak, Ye Fan stood up and gulped down wine, letting it spill out and wet his clothes.

The heights are so cold!

A plain white robe fluttered in the wind.

He was dashing and heroic, with boundless ambition!

Bang!

The empty wine jar was smashed to pieces on the boulder.

Ye Fan's black hair was loose, his hands were outstretched, revealing his chest as if he wanted to devour the world!

"Not enough? Still not enough!"

After muttering to himself, Ye Fan looked up into the distance and said aloud:

"Sword God Li Chungang, I am no match for you!"

Every word and phrase carries a powerful energy, like a thunderclap!

"Master of the Academy, I am not as good as you!"

"I am inferior to Haotian of the Divine Realm!"

"Wang Xianzhi of Wudi City, I am no match for you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, within a radius of a thousand feet behind Ye Fan:

The clouds hang low in the sky, and the waters of the four seas stand still!

A vast and mighty procession, like immortals!

Those who watched through the Truman system were all horrified.

Leave the sun!

Donghai Wudi City;

Despite being the strongest in the world, Wang Laoguai, who always called himself the second strongest, stood at the edge of Wudi City, looking at the towering East Sea, with a satisfied smile on his face.

The reason why Wang Xianzhi was reluctant to ascend to heaven was that he wanted to have a spectacular battle before leaving the mortal world!

After seeing Ye Fan's performance through the Truman System;

The usually stern and unsmiling Old Wang actually showed a slight smile on his face.

Wearing a coarse linen coat, Wang Xianzhi placed her hands on the blue bricks of the city wall and slowly looked up at the sky.

"The clouds hang low in the nine heavens, and the waters of the four seas stand still."

"What a magnificent martial saint!"

"The martial arts world these days is getting more and more interesting."

Within the territory of the Tang Dynasty!

The academy's master stood in the academy like an old immortal, exuding an ethereal aura.

He stroked his snow-white beard with one hand, looked up at the sky, and clicked his tongue, saying, "What a martial saint among men! What a disappointment!"

Master's first disciple, Li Manman, stood beside him and asked curiously, "Master, if we were to face this Martial Saint of the Mortal Realm, how many moves would it take to defeat him?"

The academy teacher smiled slightly, his snow-white eyebrows twitching gently, and said slowly, "Don't be fooled by this person."

"Over the past twenty years, this person has practiced diligently day and night, and his skill level is now no less than that of his master."

"What do you mean, 'we're better than you'???"

The Master gave a wry smile, put his hands behind his back, and sighed:

"Even if we old guys team up, we might not have an absolute chance of winning!"

"He really smeared us old folks."

Hearing this, and recalling what he had just witnessed, Li Manman was horrified.

"Master, is this person's cultivation level truly so domineering?"

The academy teacher smiled calmly and did not answer Li Manman's question.

Instead, he said to himself, "If we give him another ten years, until he breaks through the Boundless Realm..."

"Even if we old guys join forces, we have absolutely no chance of winning."

The master's first disciple's eyelids twitched, and he took a deep breath.

I don't know when cold sweat started seeping from my forehead.

On Wangjian Mountain, Ye Fan uttered a few words and then sat down again.

He sat cross-legged against the boulder, his handsome eyes slightly closed, and mumbled, "This martial world ultimately belongs to the strong."

"Twenty years have passed. If one cannot reach the pinnacle of martial arts, one will surely be reduced to an ant."

"But Wang Xianzhi, the academy's teachers... these are mountains we can't climb over."

"Not to mention the continuous stream of newcomers???"

As he muttered to himself, Ye Fan recited them one by one as if they were his most treasured possessions:

"Eight hundred years ago, there was Lü Dongxuan, the founder of Lüzu; fifty years ago, there was Qi Xuanzhen at the Demon-Slaying Platform of Longhu Mountain; and now, there is Hong Xixiang of Wudang!"

"Once he rides a crane down from Wudang Mountain for the sake of a woman in red from Jiangnan, another outstanding figure will stand in the martial arts world!"

Chapter 20: Ye Fan's spoilers cause panic among the world's powerful figures!

On Little Lotus Peak, Wudang Mountain;

The youngest junior uncle, Hong Xixiang, rode on a blue ox and watched the images projected by the Truman system with several senior brothers.

Upon hearing Ye Fan's words, Hong Xixiang, who was riding on the ox's back, accidentally fell to the ground.

Several forbidden books for men and women accidentally spilled out of my arms.

The sect leader, Wang Chongyang, and several other senior brothers looked at their junior brother with great interest, before they could even speak.

Hong Xixiang, his face flushed, quickly gathered the forbidden books and put them in his robes. He hurriedly explained, "These forbidden books were left here by His Highness the Crown Prince of Beiliang. I haven't read a single page of them!"

Looking at their slightly comical junior brother, the senior brothers exchanged glances and smiled slightly.

Even Wang Xiaoping, the sword fanatic who always had a stern face, twitched her eyes.

"Don't worry, junior brother. We old guys have been through it all. Young people are hot-blooded, we won't laugh at you."

Hong Xixiang stood up, his cheeks flushed, and tried to explain, "It was all Xu Fengnian's fault, he forced me to watch it???"

"Hahaha!"

A burst of hearty laughter echoed across Lotus Peak.

"Little junior brother."

With a kind expression, Master Wang Chongyang asked softly, "Do you have a woman in red in Jiangnan on your mind?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Hong Xixiang's cheeks flushed even more, and he lowered his head shyly.

The senior brothers nodded with satisfaction at the sight before them, and then bowed slightly to their junior brother.

"Wang Chongyang, the leader of Wudang Sect."

"Sword fanatic Wang Xiaoping".

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"Greetings, Master Lü!"

Hong Xixiang hurriedly helped up his fellow disciples and explained, "That man said I was the reincarnation of Lu Zu and Qi Xuanzhen, so I really believe it?"

Sect Leader Wang Chongyang nodded, looking pleased, and said, "Because of the red robes you wore when you went up the mountain, Senior Brother was able to roughly deduce that you are the reincarnation of Qi Xuanzhen from the Demon-Slaying Platform."

"I never imagined that Qi Xuanzhen fifty years ago was you, Hong Xixiang, and that Lu Zu five hundred years ago was also you, Hong Xixiang!"

"The Black Tortoise shall rise! The Black Tortoise shall rise!"

With a peach wood sword slung over his back, the sword fanatic Wang Xiaoping gazed down at Little Lotus Peak and muttered to himself, "How did Ye Fan know that Junior Brother was the reincarnation of Lu Zu?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the leaders of Wudang Mountain on Little Lotus Peak looked at each other in bewilderment.

Could that mortal martial saint have known about the reincarnation five hundred years ago?

Could this person possess extraordinary divination skills, capable of knowing the past and future for five hundred years?

Or perhaps this person has already attained great longevity and has lived for several cycles of sixty years, only appearing young.

But what about all that painstaking effort I've witnessed over the past twenty years?

What secrets does that martial arts saint on Wangjian Mountain hold?

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Meanwhile, at the Taoist ancestral temple of Longhu Mountain, which is only a thousand miles away, a heated debate continues.

The four Celestial Masters of Longhu Mountain stood in the square outside the Celestial Master's Mansion, arguing about whether Hong Xixiang was Lu Zu.