Young White Horse: Born with a Poisonous Body and a Sword that Slays the Heroes

"Uncle, look at the many swordsmen over there. How many of them do you think can fight against my cousin?"

Baili Dongjun put his hands on the awning, looked at the crowd in the distance and asked

"It's hard to say! Jianghu is so vast that there are many hidden talents! However, if there are people of the same generation as your cousin, I can guarantee that there is not even one!"

Warming up the wine pot, half-closed his eyes, and said confidently

"According to you, we are determined to win this Sword Forest Festival?" Baili Dongjun's eyes seemed to be twinkling with little stars as he spoke.

"With your uncle's attainments in swordsmanship, taking a Cang Hai sword is no problem! If you want to take a higher-quality sword, you'll have to use poison!"

He warmed the pot of wine and pouted his lips, and replied to Baili Dongjun in a funny way.

"Cang Hai? What does that mean..."

Baili Dongjun does not understand the grades of swords in this world.

Hearing this, Wenhujiu, who was drinking in front, turned around suddenly and said:

"After we enter the Sword Forest, I will explain it to you slowly!"

"Uncle, no matter what the sea or the mountain is, since I, Baili Dongjun, want to practice swordsmanship, I must practice the most powerful swordsmanship in the world!"

"Since we want to seize the sword, we must seize the most precious sword in the world!"

Baili Dongjun raised his head and took a gulp of sword wine, full of vigor and energy, and said loudly:

"Okay, okay, my cousin is ambitious! How about I take the best sword from there and give it to you?"

Wen Yanzhao rubbed his cousin's head lovingly.

"Stop wasting time, you two little rascals! Hurry up and get in. If you miss the sword-grabbing event, I'll see where you'll go to cry!"

Wenju wine urged in front

"I'm coming……"

Wen Yanzhao pulled Baili Dongjun up and followed him to warm the pot of wine.

……

After more than an hour, the three of them entered the depths of the sword forest that was filled with fog and seemed like a fairyland.

The scenery here is quite different from the outside of Jianlin.

The surrounding area is still full of towering ancient trees, flowers and birds.

Wen Yanzhao passed through the formation of Qimen Dunjia and came to the real sword forest. He looked up and found that it was a deep cave carved by a fairy craftsman.

In the center, there is a huge stone platform with a diameter of more than 300 feet, which is used by swordsmen to compete in sword-grabbing.

At this moment, there were already no less than three or five hundred swordsmen in the Sword Forest, bustling with activity.

From time to time, disciples of Mingjian Villa, wearing white robes and blue shirts and holding long swords, would appear in the crowd to guide the way and maintain order.

"How magnificent! Uncle, I didn't expect it to be so grand inside!"

Baili Dongjun was amazed at the magnificent atmosphere inside the sword forest and couldn't help but say

"Of course. Speaking of which, there is another great sword-making sect in the martial arts world that has a close relationship with us!"

Wenhujiu sighed

"My uncle is talking about Master Zhuo Mo Lei Mengsha?"

Wen Yanzhao's eyes moved slightly and he interrupted

"That's right, the one Lei Mengsha married was none other than the daughter of Li Suwang, the master of the Sword Heart Tomb—Li Xinyue, the heir of the Heart Sword!"

Warming up the wine, with my hands on my hips, I walked and talked

"Good fellow, it turns out that the chatterbox Lei Mengsha has such ability that he can marry the heir of the Heart Sword. I really underestimated him!"

Baili Dongjun rolled his eyes and complained

And in Tianqi City, thousands of miles away, Lei Mengsha: "A-choo!"

After a huge sneeze, it took a long time for me to see stars before I returned to normal.

Then, he wondered to himself, muttering, "It feels like someone is teasing me from behind?"

……

Soon, the uncle, nephew, and niece walked to the stone platform for the duel, and instantly attracted the attention of all the swordsmen.

Wen Yanzhao is as gentle as jade, with a cold and ruthless face;

Baili Dongjun's eyes are like bright stars, and he has the spirit of a young man;

Warming up a pot of wine, dusty and a little slovenly...

Some people in the crowd began to discuss:

"Hey, look at those guys! Aren't they the young master of the Wen family who caused such a commotion in Chaisang City on the Southwest Road?"

"Yes, the Poison Bodhisattva is here to warm the pot of wine and the young marquis of Zhenxi Marquis's Mansion is here too. Why are they here too?"

"I heard that the young master of the Wen family, Wen Yanzhao, has made a meteoric rise to the top! It is said that his ability to use poison is no less than that of his uncle, the Poison Bodhisattva!"

"Comparison is the thief of envy. He has such a high level of cultivation at the age of seventeen or eighteen. I can't even dream of him!"

"Humph! That's nothing great, it was just luck. I won't admit defeat in terms of swordsmanship!"

"Yes, no matter how powerful he is, he is no match for the heir of Wushuang City!"

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"Is Wushuang City necessary? My Qingcheng Sword Sect can help him broaden his horizons!"

"It's going to be a good show now. I wonder how many young talents will challenge the young master of the Wen family..."

……

As a long-standing event in the martial arts world, Jianlin is well-known to everyone in the martial arts world.

Among them were many martial arts heroes and people from the underworld who had seen Wen Yanzhao and others in Chaisang City.

Wen Yanzhao and Wen Hujiu were both masters of the Xiaoyao Heaven Realm. Although they were far away, they had already heard the discussions among the crowd.

"My nephew has become famous now. Your name, Wen Yanzhao, is almost more famous than mine, Poison Bodhisattva, in the martial arts world!"

He sighed as he warmed the pot of wine, pretending to be disappointed and actually sighing with relief in his heart.

"It's all just empty reputation, not worth mentioning~"

Wen Yanzhao couldn't suppress his smile and pretended to be modest

"When those people come to challenge you, don't use poison, otherwise our Wen family will incur public wrath!"

Warming up the wine pot,

"They are not worthy of asking me to use poison. They underestimate your nephew!"

Wen Yanzhao stood with his hands behind his back and said

"Cousin, please be careful. Who knows what these people are up to?"

Baili Dongjun said with some worry

"Don't worry, cousin!"

As soon as Wen Yanzhao finished speaking, the Qingcheng Sect disciple in the crowd jumped up and blocked the way of Wen Yanzhao and others.

"I am Bu Zhixing, the chief disciple of Qingcheng Sect. I have come here to ask the young master of the Wen family for advice!"

Bu Zhixing was wearing a light blue Taoist robe and carrying a two-foot-five-inch pine-patterned ancient sword. He was quite good-looking.

"Your Excellency's cultivation is only at the Free Land level. How can you have the courage to come and ask me for advice?"

Wen Yanzhao's tone was cold, and he moved his fingers to warm the pot of wine and gestured

Wenhu wine understood, and pulled Baili Dongjun, who was about to join in the fun, aside, and drank while watching the show.

"Xiao Baili, don't join in the fun. How will your uncle explain to your mother if you get hurt? Come drink here with me and watch the show!"

He warmed the pot of wine, holding Baili Dongjun's collar with one hand, and took a sip of the wine from the gourd with the other hand. The wine was as sharp as a sword.

"Uncle, please let me go. I'm not going to fight with anyone!"

Baili Dongjun struggled, his face full of reluctance

After Wen Hujiu released Baili Dongjun, he was well behaved and stared at Wen Yanzhao.

……

Outside the stone platform, Wen Yanzhao still stood with his hands behind his back, his face calm, but his eyes were full of contempt.

Seeing his attitude, Bu Zhixing in front of him became furious and twisted his sword with both hands, and the ancient sword with pine patterns on the scabbard behind him was unsheathed!

Bu Zhixing pointed his sword at Wen Yanzhao and said coldly, "Master Wen, draw your sword!"

"I'm sorry, your skills are not good enough for me to use my sword!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Yanzhao waved his finger, and the first level of invisible sword energy in the supreme sword art instantly arrived!

"Shh!"

Bu Zhixing saw an extremely sharp invisible sword energy coming towards him. He infused his true energy into his sword and raised it to block it!

"clang!"

With a sound of metal clashing, the ancient pine-patterned sword in Bu Zhixing's hand was shattered into several pieces by the sword energy that was casually swung out!

[System: Congratulations to the host for defeating the first disciple of the Free Land Realm Sect and gaining 500 reputation! ]

A system prompt sounded in Wen Yanzhao's mind, and a commotion broke out among the crowd!

Everyone was shocked and looked at Bu Zhixing. His knuckles were already broken and blood was dripping down the hilt of the sword he was holding tightly in his hand...

"How amazing! The senior disciple of Qingcheng Sect who was in the realm of freedom was defeated by him in one move!"

"I didn't even see how he attacked! Was it invisible sword energy?"

"Even those in the Free Earth Realm can't do anything to him, so we in the Vajra Ordinary Realm should just give up on this idea as soon as possible..."

……

Wen Yanzhao defeated the chief disciple of Qingcheng Sect in the realm of freedom with one move, and even scared away many ordinary people.