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

But there are still many chivalrous swordsmen who are proud of their excellent swordsmanship and extraordinary talent and come forward with swords to challenge!

Not far away, Wenhujiu and Baili Dongjun each took a sip of sword wine, and were already a little drunk at this moment.

Baili Dongjun blushed and asked, "Uncle, how come when my cousin raised his hand just now, that man's sword shattered to the ground!"

Wen Hujiu smiled and said, "Your cousin has already stepped into the Fuyao stage. Whatever he swings is invisible sword energy! He is very skilled in swordsmanship now!"

Baili Dongjun: "Then when can I be as skilled in swordplay as my cousin?"

Warming up the pot of wine: "My dear nephew, please don't follow his example. You have a natural talent for brewing wine. It would be a shame if you don't become a wine immortal!"

Baili Dongjun nodded vigorously, and at this time Wen Yanzhao was surrounded by swordsmen.

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Chapter 33: Swordsmanship (Part )

The chief disciple of Qingcheng Sect, Bu Zhixing, was still standing there in shock. The ancient pine-patterned sword given by his master was only a foot long and attached to the hilt.

Bu Zhixing just now had the proud look of a child prodigy, thinking that with his cultivation level of entering the Earth Realm before the age of 20 and his immersion in Qingcheng swordsmanship for more than ten years, he would be able to get an advantage or two from Wen Yanzhao and become famous!

Unexpectedly, he was just an enemy of one round!

So Bu Zhixing put away the broken sword, and fled out of the sword forest with a face full of shame in the surprised eyes of everyone.

Even though Bu Zhixing is no match, there are many swordsmen who are not afraid at all.

Seeing Wen Yanzhao running towards the central stone platform, they were all eager to try, with their swords almost ready to strike...

Every time Wen Yanzhao took a step forward, there would naturally be more swordsmen who wanted to challenge him to become famous and establish their prestige.

Looking around, there are many experts in the Free Land Realm and even some who have entered the Ninth Heaven Realm.

Being able to enter the Free Heaven Realm in their twenties is already a rare existence among their peers. Unfortunately, they met Wen Yanzhao.

At this moment, except for Ye Dingzhi who was sitting far away watching the show in a dark red gown and a bamboo hat,

Wen Yanzhao had noticed him out of the corner of his eye. As long as he didn't make a move, the other swordsmen would be nothing more than experience packs to gain reputation.

Seeing more and more swordsmen blocking the way, Wen Yanzhao felt a little annoyed.

Their purpose is the same as Bu Zhixing's, which is to establish their own authority or become famous.

They are all just guys who are greedy for fame. It would be great if they could use poison.

With one move, "Poisonous Roar Hundred Miles Away", he clapped his hands, and in an instant, the sword forest was filled with corpses.

But this would also make him the mortal enemy of all the swordsmen in the world and all the major sects.

The Wen family of Lingnan will also be implicated and will have no peace!

It would take at least three or two hours to defeat them one by one with swords. By then, all four swords might be taken away by others.

Then wouldn’t this trip be in vain?

While Wen Yanzhao was thinking, Wei Changfeng, the young master of Mingjian Villa, appeared on the stage.

She was wearing a silver-white gown with a collar made of noble rose-red brocade with Suzhou embroidery.

Wei Changfeng looked good, but at the age of nineteen, he did not live up to the reputation of Mingjian Villa. He stood in the middle of the stone platform like a sharp sword. He could not bear to see the crowd of heroes besieging Wen Yanzhao, so he said loudly:

"Everyone, wait a minute. This year's Sword Forest Festival is hosted by Mingjian Villa! I am not talented enough, but I want to ask you a question--"

"You are all famous sword masters in the martial arts world, why are you surrounding this young master? Aren't you afraid of being laughed at by the heroes of the world?"

Wei Changfeng's clear voice was obviously infused with some true energy, and the entire sword forest was filled with the sound of his words.

The swordsmen who were approaching Wen Yanzhao step by step stopped when they heard this. They either turned their heads or looked sideways at Wei Changfeng who was standing proudly in the middle of the stone platform.

Among them, there was a young swordsman who was so proud of himself that he had reached the ninth heaven. He raised his eyebrows and looked unfriendly. He also poured his true energy into it and asked loudly:

"Since the young master has spoken, then we will all follow his instructions! Has anyone said that they want to attack this Master Wen in groups?"

The swordsmen below started to make a noise:

"Who said we were going to have a group fight? Who?"

"Young Master, please don't talk nonsense. None of us has drawn a sword!"

"Yes, is this kid surnamed Wen really worthy of being attacked by hundreds of experts here? He thinks too highly of himself..."

For a moment, the entire sword forest was in turmoil, like water entering boiling oil.

The man who spoke with a big head was the eldest disciple of Taoist Chongxi, the master of Hainan Wuya Sword School - Zhuo Yiqiong.

His words were truly sinister, transferring the conflict directly to Wei Changfeng, deliberately trying to embarrass the young master.

Wen Yanzhao had already realized that if he hesitated any longer, he would only become more passive, so he gathered his inner strength under his feet and flew to the center of the stone platform.

"I am Wen Yanzhao from the old Lingnan Wen family! Greetings to the young master of Mingjian Villa!"

Wen Yanzhao steadied his steps and bowed to him.

"Master Wen, why should you be so polite? I have heard of your reputation in recent days. You have achieved great success at such a young age. You are indeed a young hero!"

The young master of Mingjian Villa was a very chivalrous man. He returned the greeting and praised

The man in the audience, who was warming a pot of wine, pulled Baili Dongjun, who was staring at the stone platform, and said slyly:

"Your cousin is going to be famous again! The young master of Mingjian Villa is a chivalrous man. They want to challenge your cousin..."

"Why? Aren't they unable to defeat my cousin? Most of these people are at the level of King Kong Mortals. Why would they challenge my cousin who has already entered the Fuyao realm?"

Baili Dongjun didn't know what was going on, so he clinked his wine gourd with the warm pot of wine and said,

"You don't understand. They want to fight in a round-robin battle. When your cousin's energy is exhausted, there will always be a few people who can take advantage of it!"

"If I can get an advantage over a young hero like him, I can brag about it for at least eight to ten years!"

"What a bunch of evil-minded people! Don't worry, just wait and see how your cousin handles it! If things don't work out, there's still your uncle... Don't just stand there, drink!"

He warmed the pot of wine in a relaxed tone, took a sip of the sword wine and smacked his lips.

It seems that he is not worried about his nephew at all, but rather has a faint expectation.

"Oh... well, if my cousin is physically exhausted and my uncle can't do it, then we can use poison! They are unkind, so they can't blame us for being unjust!"

Baili Dongjun frowned, as if he had made up his mind.

"Use poison? Hahahaha... Your cousin is much more poisonous than me now. Don't worry, Xiao Baili! Those guys won't get the slightest advantage..."

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The old poisoner, who was warming the pot of wine, looked at his nephew on the stone platform and smiled like an aunt.

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At this moment, Wen Yanzhao on the stage saw that the swordsmen below were like a group of fish crossing the river, and they were all eager to try to fly onto the stone platform.

Then he turned sideways and whispered to Wei Changfeng:

"Young Master, Yan Zhao would like to borrow this stone platform for a while! Please just stand aside and watch the show for now!"

Wei Changfeng was also straightforward. He knew that Wen Yanzhao was skilled and bold, so he kept silent.

He nodded slightly, floated away on the wind, and stopped at the edge of the stone platform.

Seeing that Wei Changfeng had already left, Wen Yanzhao stood on the stone platform with his hands behind his back and said to the crowd below:

"I just asked Young Master Wei to borrow this stone platform. If anyone is dissatisfied, you can come up and challenge me..."

At this point, Wen Yanzhao paused, his eyes as cold as a sword, and after scanning the audience, he continued:

"But this stone platform is limited. It's impossible for all of you to come up at once!"

"I, Wen Yanzhao, am not afraid of you all attacking me in groups. I am just afraid that I will not be able to control my internal force with my sword, and leave a pile of broken limbs on the ground, ruining today's event!"

"There is a rule that I hope you will abide by - a maximum of 32 people from the Vajra Ordinary Realm can come up at a time!"

"Free Land Realm, twelve people!"

"Xiaoyao Tianjing, I guess not many people will come together, I'm in a hurry!"

As soon as Wen Yanzhao said this, everyone in the Sword Forest was shocked and fell silent. You could hear a pin drop in the Sword Forest Cave.

In just a few breaths, all kinds of noises began to erupt from the silent crowd.

They just called him arrogant, ignorant, and other such meaningless words...

"Your cousin is really going to be famous all over the world now, are you jealous, little Baili?"

He warmed the pot of wine, curled his lips, scratched Baili Dongjun's nose and asked,

"What's there to be jealous about? He's my cousin! At worst, I can just learn sword skills from him in the future! Uncle, don't even think about sowing discord between us cousins!"

Baili Dongjun returned a roll of his eyes to Wenhu wine

Before Baili Dongjun finished speaking

From a distance, more than thirty swordsmen in the Vajra Realm flew onto the stone platform like sparrows falling into a valley!

There was a continuous sound of swords being drawn, and the sword light flashed. The sword light instantly surrounded Wen Yanzhao!

"Zuo Ziming of the Changbai Sword Sect comes to seek advice!"

"The chief disciple of Cangsong Temple, Zhashan, comes to ask for advice!"

"Lu Renyin, the young master of Longtao Villa!"

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Although they were attacking in groups, they still had to announce their names. At one time, more than 30 swordsmen present introduced themselves one by one.

Wen Yanzhao only felt his ears buzzing. He waved his hands and shouted:

"No need to report again. Only those who are standing after one move are qualified to speak!"

Hearing this, Li Hongwei, the heir of the Tianshan Wild Sword, who was wearing a coarse linen shirt and holding a half-foot wide sword, was stunned...

Feeling greatly insulted, he shouted angrily, the internal force in his hand caused ripples, and he raised his sword to stab Wen Yanzhao in the center!

The other thirty or so people who were originally standing in an orderly manner, like bloodthirsty ants, all raised their swords and attacked Wen Yanzhao!