Chapter 196 The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves
Wangjing is the provincial capital of northern Hunan. It has many high-rise buildings and a dense population. It is the most developed city in the entire northern Hunan province.
There are many talents in northern Hunan. From ancient times to the present, there are countless heroes who have distinguished themselves here, and Wangjing is the gathering point for those top talents.
There are too many aristocratic families and big families in this place, like old trees with entangled roots and intertwined branches.
In front of Gongsun's mansion, Yan Xuankong flicked the cicada-wing knife. The sound of the knife rang slightly, and suddenly a thin sound was made. This sound was like a spring breeze that moistened everything. In a short time, it covered the huge building of Gongsun's mansion.
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"The sound of this cicada-winged knife is really very clear."
Behind Yan Xuankong, Lu Sheng'an praised.
Lu Sheng'an's eyes were dull at this time, his hands were empty, and he was holding nothing. If someone he didn't know met him, he would at most be thought to be a teacher, and he would not have the slightest hint of the high authority of the mayor of Hua'an City.
"I am waiting for the day when you will succeed. I hope this day will not come too late."
Yan Xuankong raised his eyebrows, the Grandmaster was the most lonely and his opponent was hard to find.
"When the Grand Master comes to visit his humble abode, he is greeted from afar."
In just a minute or two, the door of Gongsun's mansion suddenly opened, and a figure in light blue clothes appeared behind the door. Dozens of people in different costumes filed in and stood on both sides of the entrance.
These people are full of energy. With Yan Xuankong's years of vision, he naturally knows that these people are at least expert level practitioners. The Gongsun family's strength is really not small.
The figure in light blue clothing who spoke was a man in his forties, who was the helmsman of the Gongsun family, Gongsun Xiangyang.
"Brother Yan." As soon as Gongsun Xiangyang said this, he quickly stopped and said again: "Master Yan."
With a bitter look on his face, he watched his former competitors at the same level move further and further away, and now they have reached a point where he is unattainable.
"Xiang Yang, it doesn't have to be like this. This trip is just to see your ancestor Gongsun Kang to deal with some matters." Yan Xuankong said softly. All the things in the past have passed. One competitor after another has fallen behind. Until now, there are only those of the same level.
Only Yan Xuankong needs to pay attention to some people. There are not many people below the four great masters who can make him think highly of them.
"Yan Xuankong, block my door, don't bully me too much."
A sharp sound pierced my ears, but I could only hear human voices, but no one could be seen.
"Gongsun Kang, the day you bullied me, the people of Hushan, is over. If you don't do anything shameful, I won't hold you accountable." Yan Xuankong smiled and said, "Sheng'an, you can tell me next."
Lu Sheng'an nodded, his eyes looking towards the highest building of Gongsun's Mansion, where several ancient osmanthus trees stood facing the wind. The flowers were blooming now, and the fragrance of osmanthus was refreshing, and a small attic was surrounded by the fragrance of flowers.
"Sheng'an received the grace of Grandmaster's three moves. Now that his injuries have recovered, he wants to seek advice from Grandmaster Gongsun Kang."
Lu Sheng'an narrowed his eyes. He was ruthless to the outside world, but he had a hint of gentleness inside. In Dongyue, he was known as a master, but his achievements were not impressive.
Some aristocratic families and big families violated his orders and bargained for prices. If the figures behind this were not caused by some people in Wangjing, Lu Sheng'an would not believe it.
Gongsun Kang was the one he used to test his sword.
"If you want to fight, then fight. As long as Yan Xuankong doesn't interfere, the mere entry level of a grandmaster is not in my eyes."
In the small attic, Gongsun Kang's white hair and white beard were flying, and he became even more angry.
"You can rest assured that I will not interfere in Sheng'an's affairs."
Yan Xuankong smiled. In the Grandmaster Battle, even just a few moves were of great benefit to Lu Sheng'an. Moreover, he and Lu Sheng'an had not seen each other for many years, so he still didn't know Lu Sheng'an's background.
He came here this time, firstly, to warn Gongsun Kang, and secondly, he wanted to watch the fight between Lu Sheng'an and Gongsun Kang.
Grandmasters at the same level are not as good as him, but it doesn't mean that they don't have things he needs to learn from.
Yan Xuankong's Shadowless Sword is very famous. Like his father, Yan Xingxia, he has also earned his reputation. The Shadowless Sword is of its own kind. If he wants to succeed and reach the level of his father, he still lacks too many things.
Only by constant reference and perfection as much as possible can he get out of Yan Xingxia's ancestral cuteness.
"In this case, I will accept the move."
In the attic, the sound was no longer sharp, a dragon roared, and the evil poison was unsheathed.
Lu Sheng'an kicked his feet, and the figure disappeared from the ground instantly, and there was a constant crackling sound in the air.
Gongsun Xiangyang raised his head, and could only see two groups of light and shadow, one white and one green, colliding and intertwining with each other. The master's eyesight was still not enough in the face of such a battle like the grandmaster. He tapped lightly, and the person flew like a big harrier.
Only by getting closer can he take a closer look.
Gongsun Xiangyang was like this, not to mention the dozens of cultivators of other levels. When they all looked up, they could only see the bluish-white light, which was extremely dazzling.
Occasionally, there is a sharp sound of collision and hitting, which hits my heart like a heavy hammer.
The only one who could stand still was Yan Xuankong. His eagle eyes were like sharp swords, penetrating light and shadow and looking carefully.
The white light is Gongsun Kang, and the green light is Lu Sheng'an.
Every blow of Gongsun Kang's ferocious poison can kill people in nearly a hundred directions, and the moves are accurate. If there is a wooden pile in front of him, with one move, the wooden pile will be cut into hundreds of pieces of wood.
The green light wrapped around Lu Sheng'an's body, like a green dragon surrounding a pillar, surrounding him tightly. Every blow from Gongsun Kang was just a collision with the green light. Yan Xuankong looked carefully and saw that Lu Sheng'an was holding a weapon.
He had a green soft sword, and the soft sword was either tumbling or jumping in his hand, like an arm directing it, and it was very flexible. It came out like thunder and stopped its wrath, and ended up like the green light of the river and sea.
Those who are good at swords may not be good at soft swords, but those who are good at soft swords must be good at long swords.
Lu Sheng'an's soft sword is unique in its own right. Now in Dongyue, there are less than a handful of people who can actually use the soft sword.
At first, it was just the white light that suppressed the green light. After a while, the green light actually became stronger and pushed the white light back continuously.
"Bang"
When Bai Guang retreated to the attic, the attic suddenly collapsed, wood chips were flying, osmanthus branches were broken, white flowers were flying, and pieces of white cloth fell down.
Gongsun Xiangyang looked carefully and recognized at a glance that it was the clothes worn by their ancestor Gongsun Kang. He felt anxious and anxious, but there was nothing he could do. There was no way to intervene in the battle between the masters.
"Master Yan, look" Gongsun bowed to Yang and asked for advice.
"Gongsun Kang, lost"
Yan Xuankong said calmly, and sure enough, he had just finished speaking.
The white shadows in the sky burst out and retreated. As long as the masters did not fight to the death, they would soon be fighting each other to the death. It was very difficult.
Gongsun Kang stumbled to the ground. His hair was disheveled, his white clothes were already in tatters, and there were faint traces of blood on several places on his body. He held the ferocious sword in his hand and was shaking.
"I lost."
He felt as if he was lost. Two days ago, the new grandmaster could not withstand three moves. Now, with only a hundred moves, the two of them actually decided the winner.
If he loses, Lu wins and An wins.
The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead.
The world of a new generation has arrived.
After collecting a considerable tip, the tavern owner whispered: Thank you for the reward of eight + 100 wood, lazy man.