Transmigrating into Murong Fu, may you have many children and much happiness.

Chapter 273 The Melee Begins

A-Da was extremely angry after being caught off guard by Zhang Junbao's attack.

At this moment, Zhou Dian's voice came again from the Ming Cult: "Hehe, I, Zhou Dian, have seen it all. There are people who have practiced kung fu their whole lives but can't beat a little kid. If it were me, I would have hanged myself long ago."

Green-winged Bat King Wei Yixiao chimed in, "Haha, you need a rope to hang yourself."

"That sour-faced guy, do you need me, Bat King, to get you a rope?"

Hearing the mockery from the Ming Cult members, Fang Dongbai felt embarrassed and struggled to his feet. He discovered that although the other party was strong, he was not seriously injured.

It's likely that the other party stumbled upon it by accident.

But knowing this child was no ordinary opponent, he couldn't underestimate him any longer. He adopted a serious attitude, drew his longsword, and said, "Kid, I didn't realize you were so skilled. Show me your weapon!"

His nickname was Eight-Armed Divine Sword, so naturally his swordsmanship was unparalleled.

In the martial arts world, the only person he knew whose swordsmanship was superior to his was Zhang Sanfeng. As for Abbess Miejue, she only relied on the sharpness of the Heaven-Slaying Sword and could not compare to him in reality.

Zhang Junbao was taken aback. Although he had practiced swordsmanship, he didn't have any on hand right now.

Suddenly, he heard his master Murong Fu's voice: "Junbao, take the sword!"

Turning around, he saw a finely crafted longsword being thrown at him, which Zhang Junbao caught steadily in his hand.

This is Murong Fu's sword. The scabbard and hilt are seamlessly integrated, the wooden parts are coated with white lacquer with delicate grain, and the metal parts are made of silver alloy, gleaming brilliantly. It is also adorned with plain-colored gemstones, making the whole sword magnificent and exquisite.

He drew his longsword, its blade gleaming with silver light. Upon closer inspection, it clearly reflected Zhang Junbao's features and physique. His gaze, moving from the hilt to the tip of the sword, revealed a chilling killing intent—

This sword has killed people!

Not a lot!

Zhang Junbao felt a chill run down his spine, but he was more excited as he looked around and found that everyone's eyes were on him.

He clasped his hands in a respectful gesture, then said to Fang Dongbai, "Please!"

Fang Dongbai also bowed and then attacked with his sword.

He had just lost face in front of everyone. If he didn't get his revenge now, how could he face the world and receive a salary from the Prince of Ruyang?

So they went all out from the very beginning.

At this moment, a great noise was heard in the square. Fang Dongbai's sword moves were fierce and ruthless. With extremely powerful internal energy, he wielded an extremely sharp sword and used extremely exquisite techniques. The green light rippled and the sword energy spread. Everyone felt as if a large snowball was spinning in front of them, emitting a bone-chilling cold.

Zhang Junbao was startled by the scene.

I never expected this person's sword strike to be so powerful.

But he quickly realized that he had also practiced swordsmanship for many years, and his master, Murong Fu, had praised his strength. There was no need for him to be afraid of the other party.

The general outline of the Nine Yang Manual appeared in his mind, and he murmured it to himself:

Let him be strong, the breeze still caresses the mountain ridge; let him be arrogant, the bright moon still shines over the great river.

2

Fang Dongbai's swift sword was already in front of Zhang Junbao, but the icy aura it carried suddenly dissipated.

Zhang Junbao's body was like a giant furnace, the yang energy baking him like the blazing sun, melting away all ice and snow.

Fang Dongbai hadn't expected his opponent to have such profound internal strength, and it seemed to be specifically designed to counter him. The sword that was originally aimed at Zhang Junbao's shoulder turned towards his chest.

Zhang Junbao moved at that moment. With a flick of his longsword, as if drawn by a suction force, he deflected Fang Dongbai's longsword.

However, those skilled in martial arts could see that Zhang Junbao had used extremely superb swordsmanship to interrupt Fang Dongbai's point of attack. His sword moves had already dissipated, so he naturally couldn't hold the sword steadily and was easily controlled by Zhang Junbao.

But Fang Dongbai was no novice, and Zhang Junbao's reaction only excited him more. He twisted his body like a whirlwind, and his longsword thrust again from another direction, this time aiming for Zhang Junbao's throat.

"He is ruthless and evil, but I have enough true energy."

As Zhang Junbao murmured, the flow of true qi in his body became even smoother.

The first life-or-death battle is more effective than a thousand or a hundred.

With a flick of his body, he easily dodged Fang Dongbai's exquisite swordsmanship and tricky angles.

He then thrust forward with his sword, piercing several inches into Fang Dongbai's shoulder.

Fang Dongbai felt a sharp pain, and his longsword fell to the ground.

The outcome is decided.

"good!!!"

The members of the Ming Cult and Wudang immediately cheered for Zhang Junbao.

Yang Xiao and the others, in particular, watched the children play along the way and could only tell that they had a talent for martial arts, but they never imagined that they would have such a level at such a young age.

The monk touched his bald head and said to Yang Xiao:

"Left Envoy Yang, I don't know if I'm seeing things, but this kid... his martial arts seem to be better than mine."

Yang Xiao sighed and said, "It's not just you."

His internal strength is higher than mine... he just lacks combat experience. Both his internal strength and swordsmanship are top-notch.

The cult leader must have wondered how he managed to cultivate such a group of child prodigies.

Yang Xiao was about to say "monster" when he glanced at the children beside Murong Fu, and his expression changed.

"Great!"

"Well done, Junbao!"

"Your internal strength is even more profound than mine, Old Bat! You're truly something else!"

Zhang Junbao lost himself amidst all the praise.

Suddenly, Fang Dongbai on the other side said, "I lost."

Junbao quickly clasped his sword and bowed, saying, "Not at all, not at all, you flatter me!"

Looking up, he saw Ah Da being scolded by two strange-looking people, his head bowed, as if he himself had been punished by his master.

Then the two men looked at Zhang Wuji, and their ferocious expressions startled him.

He thought to himself: There are still people this ugly in the world.

They also discovered that both men possessed peculiar weapons. One held a short staff with a forked tip shaped like deer antlers, entirely black, its origin unknown. The other held two pens with sharp, crane-beak-like tips that gleamed with a crystalline light.

The one with the cane said, "Heh heh, kid, how about experiencing the ultimate moves of the Xuanming Elders?!"

Upon hearing this name, the crowd immediately began to discuss it amongst themselves.

The Xuanming Elders were notorious masters in the martial arts world.

Lu is fond of women and He is fond of wine. Both are highly skilled in martial arts and are adept at using the Xuanming Divine Palm, which is characterized by its chilling internal energy.

Zhang Wuji was tormented to the point of near death by the Xuanming Divine Palm when he was young, and even Zhang Sanfeng could not resolve it smoothly.

However, at the end of this year, Zhang Sanfeng broke through his cultivation level, and now these two people's methods can no longer stump him.

"The Xuanming Elders!" Zhang Wuji clearly remembered that these two had slapped him when he was a child.

What a huge psychological blow this must be to a child who is only ten years old!

"I'll face them!"

Zhang Wuji said this to Zhang Sanfeng, expressing his desire to volunteer for battle.

Now that his Nine Yang Divine Skill has reached the Innate Realm and his Ren and Du Meridians are open, he is no longer afraid of the two people's Xuan Yin Palm Force.

Zhang Sanfeng, however, was worried. He could see that Zhang Wuji's internal strength was no less than theirs, but he didn't have much of an advantage.

Just as I was feeling relieved, I heard Murong Fu say:

"Don't come one by one. If there are so many people, it might take until dark to fight."

"Men, charge! Let's see if these Tartars and traitors can take a beating!"

After speaking, Murong Fu summoned the giant eagle and Cangshan.

Murong Lang and Xiao Hai rushed out immediately. One of them bumped into Lu Zhangke with his shoulder, while the other punched and broke Hebi Weng's nose.

The melee began.