Chapter 1816 Fusang

"Hurry, hurry, the world of ghosts and Buddhas is ahead."

"The battlefield should be opened near the stone monument of the Zhongyuan Realm. The matchmaker's Jin Xing preacher was there before. Hurry up and get a safe place to watch the battle!"

"After all, it's a battle between the former Sword Immortal, or a battle between the Ghost Sword Immortal and the current No. 1 Sword Immortal in the Five Domains. Is this the 'supreme' thing?"

"Of course! Half a year ago I was drunk and squatting in the wind, but now I have watched this battle live. It should be recorded in the history books! But I feel that the aftermath of the Sword Immortal Battle will shatter us..."

"What kind of battle between the Sword Immortal? I'm afraid it's not a battle between the Holy Emperor and the Ancestral God. It's okay for the Ghost Sword Immortal to defeat Master Shou. But if we fight the Eighth Sword Immortal, there must be someone between the two who can open the mysterious door!"

"Oh my god! That's the Xuanmiao Gate, Mr. Gu's Xuanmiao Gate..."

Streams of light passed across the sky, like locusts crossing the border and pounced on the fire in the world of ghosts and Buddhas.

Xiao Wanfeng stepped on the Xuan Cang Divine Sword and followed the large army of spiritual masters, naturally merging into the high-altitude crowd, and his ears were full of heated discussions.

Only after walking out of the cross-domain teleportation array did he know that the matchmaker Jin Xingzhuan and the news of Master Shou's return had caused turmoil in the five domains.

There is no shortage of strong bones in the world of spirit refining.

There is no shortage of seekers who would die if they heard the Tao in the morning.

There are people who give up halfway like being drunk in the wind, but generally speaking, they are still a minority.

After all, not everyone can ride the wind into the sky, and after turning into a dragon and returning to the sea, there will be endless glory and wealth.

Most people are still asking for five buckets of rice while seeking enlightenment.

The same goes for Xiao Wanfeng. He didn't have many spiritual crystals on his body. When he was watching the battle of the Sword Immortal in Fengjia City, the three meals a day he had to satisfy his hunger were only meat buns or squashed meat patties.

"I heard that ancient sword cultivators from all over the country are here."

When entering the Zhongyuan Realm, the discussion about the "Sword Immortal Decisive Battle" became even more heated.

The vibrations that came from Xuan Cang from time to time also made Xiao Wanfeng know that the masters of swordsmanship in the five regions had probably come over to witness the decisive battle.

There is still an old city in the Zhongyuan Realm, named Fusang City, which is within the realm of ghosts and Buddhas. Most of the native people have moved away, after all, to avoid sneak attacks by ghosts.

At this time, the wine shops at the gate of Fusang City were busy, and they were busy for the passing spiritual masters, and they became a temporary stop for spectators of the Sword Immortal's decisive battle.

"Leaving Fusang City and entering the Fusang Mountains, about two thousand three hundred miles to the west, you can see the Zhongyuan Realm stone tablet. About seven hundred miles to the northwest, the place where sword thoughts are most concentrated and flourishing is named Lingyu Mountain."

"The Eighth Sword Immortal is probably in Lingyu Mountain!"

In the past few days, the Fusang City plot in Zhongyuan Realm has been thoroughly studied by spiritual refiners from all over the five regions.

Everyone showed their magical powers and calculated the approximate location of the Eighth Sword Immortal based on the coordinates and information exposed by Matchmaker Jinxing.

"Lingyu Mountain..."

Xiao Wanfeng knows this place and has been going there often for half a year.

The most famous thing about Lingyu Mountain is the Fumulang and Lingyu trees on the mountain, which are both ninth-grade spiritual trees.

While the main palace of Fusang City was still there and the branch hall of the Holy Temple was still there, it was forbidden to cut down these two kinds of spiritual trees inside and outside the city, and violators would be punished.

After all, this is the root of Fusang City's spiritual energy and the foundation of the city's protective formation.

It doesn't matter now.

But no one touched the mulberry tree.

After all, after being immersed in the world of ghosts and Buddhas for half a year, even the spiritual refiner couldn't bear it. The ninth-grade spiritual trees and so on had already been contaminated.

At the west gate of Fusang City, wine shops are wine shops, inns are wine shops, and even some former shops and residences have been developed into wine shops.

The wine shops are crowded together, and so are the people.

The spiritual refiner drank heavily, pointed out the situation, talked loudly, and argued until his face turned red, but no one dared to cause trouble.

When people gather together, they are not afraid of ghosts.

Among the crowd watching the battle, the largest number were those in the Throne Realm, and there were also many Taixu masters.

Some have extraordinary bearings and seem to have returned to their original nature, while others suspect that they are semi-saints.

Under such circumstances, who dares to stir up trouble?

Nowadays, Fusang City is full of good and bad people. If you get upset, you can just hit a boy. It turns out that he is actually an old half-saint who has a quirk and likes to turn into a boy...

The outcome is self-evident.

They are all here to watch the fun. Even though there are dead disciples and evil people, this place is more stable than the cross street corner under the rule of the Lord of the Four Streets.

There is no such thing as Xiao Qiang's fault, and the half-saint ghost certainly doesn't dare to get close to him - it is the instinct of all living things to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and the undead are no exception.

"It's actually safer..."

Xiao Wanfeng carried his sword with him and slapped it on the table openly.

Under the cover of the famous sword's self-obstruction and his hidden sword skills, not many people could recognize that this was the divine sword Xuan Cang that Rao Yaoyao would never recognize in his life.

At this time, he was sitting in an inn with the sign of "Fusheng Winery", listening to the discussions of the people around him.

The ceiling of the inn had long been chopped off by an unknown person with a sword, leaving only two walls. Even the guest rooms on the second floor were smashed into pieces. The ceiling was completely open, just to connect with the wine shop outside and facilitate discussion.

The drinkers come from all over the world, ranging from the head of a hidden family to an unknown knight in the countryside.

Those who dare to come to the Ghost and Buddha Realm and go deep into Fusang City, which is close to the center of the battlefield, are not short-sighted and narrow-minded.

The information they brought was far more credible and important than what was discussed in the cross-domain transmission array:

"Hey, have you heard that Gu Qing 1, 2, 3, 4 and so on were directly brought over by Wen Jianxian to watch the battle. This battle must be of great benefit. I don't know where they are now."

"Brother, what you said is true. I am the worshiper outside the Sword Burial Tomb. The surprise appearance of Immortal Wen Jian the day before yesterday made everyone very excited."

"Gu Qing 1, 2, 3, 4, in front of tens of thousands of people, he came with the order. He also walked in the teleportation formation, but the ancient sword was not as fast as the spiritual masters like me, haha."

People buried outside the Sword Tomb?

Xiao Wanfeng was surprised. He looked at the man and saw that he was dressed as a swordsman and had a spiritual sword on his waist, but he was not an ancient swordsman.

With just one glance, Xiao Wanfeng knew that this person was essentially a spiritual refiner, and had not even mastered the innate sword sense.

A good swordsman...

Xiao Wanfeng took a sip of tea.

Maybe it's because he served as a tea-server on the first floor in the sky, and he likes tea better than wine.

And after following Xu Shaosha through the world and being completely recognized by the Divine Sword Xuan Cang, he no longer had stage fright. He had doubts in his heart and spoke openly:

"Wen Jianxian didn't come?"

Seven Sword Immortal Wen Ting, if he came to Lingyu Mountain to watch the battle, it would be called breaking news, and the Sword Burial Tomb would be empty of people - all of them would follow him to Fusang City.

"Haha, little brother, you are not from the Eastern Region. Wen Jianxian can't leave the tomb easily. There are so many swords in the sword tomb, and someone needs to take care of it."

The spirit refiner dressed as a swordsman was watched by everyone, and he said with high spirits: "Wen Jianxian showed up that day and ordered the four disciples to enter the world of ghosts and Buddhas. This was the only high-profile appearance in decades. We have never seen his true appearance."

Xiao Wanfeng nodded and said nothing, but he had his own thoughts in his heart.

After following Mr. Shou for a while, he also knew how to gauge people's hearts. Wen Ting showed others in a high-profile manner that he wanted to guard the mountain, but it was actually possible that he himself wanted to come over and watch the battle.

Even if the real person doesn't come, there should be some means to watch the battle from a distance, and maybe he will enter the field at the critical moment.

Shou Ye fights Hua Changdeng, or Ba Zunzhen fights Hua Changdeng. Is this a "Sword Immortal Decisive Battle" thing?

yes!

But Xiao Wanfeng knew better that this was just the beginning, not the end.

The pattern of the five domains is like an arrow on a string, which affects the whole body. No matter who wins or loses, there will be consequences.

If an ancestral god comes, characters like those who watch the graves in the Sword Tombs should not be able to stay out of it.

The sky is falling and the tall man is holding it up.

In addition to the Holy Slave and the First Tower in the Sky, these famous mountains, large sects, and prominent families have to use people when they need to, and they have to break out when they need to.

"The ten seats may not be hidden anymore." Xiao Wanfeng thought in his heart.

At this moment, Xuan Cang trembled slightly, and Xiao Wanfeng also felt a spying gaze. He turned around and saw a person sitting alone in a wine shop across the street.

He was a middle-aged man with a crown, a beard, and a black cloud-patterned robe. He had a sword at his waist, and he was not an ancient swordsman.

Xiao Wanfeng was surprised but recognized his identity.

Xiao Qixiu!

Others may not know this person, but he paid special attention to him during the Seven Sword Immortal Controversy. He was a spiritual sword cultivator who was trying to open up a new path.

The final battle, between Xiao Qixiu and Yang Xizhi, was a closed battle, and no one knew the process and outcome.

After the battle, Yang Lao voluntarily withdrew from the competition for the Seven Swords Immortals list. Not long after, the Seven Swords Immortals were sealed. Xiao Wanfeng guessed that Xiao Qixiu won.

pity……

Two generations of sword immortals seek Wuqi, and Xu Xiaoliu comes to visit Beixi.

In the final evaluation of the sword tower, a pure spiritual sword cultivator did not seem to be able to rank high, but Xiao Wanfeng knew that this person should have the appearance of a swordsman.

Xiao Qixiu had a blood demon on his back, which was much more ferocious than what he had seen half a year ago. He must have killed many people with blood.

Looking at it at this time, his eyes only stopped for a moment on Xuan Cangjian. When he saw that it attracted attention, he stopped paying attention and nodded slightly to Xiao Wanfeng.

It's not a challenge... Xiao Wanfeng breathed a sigh of relief. He was not afraid of the challenge, but he didn't want to cause trouble before the sword fairy's decisive battle, so he nodded in return.

"There are still capable people out there."

Xuan Cang is still eye-catching. Those who can't see through it are ordinary people, but those who can see through the essence are great masters.

Xiao Wanfeng secretly cursed Xuan Cang and quickly took the sword away from the table, wrapping it with the sealing belt again regardless of the sword's resistance.

"People are coming from the Northern Territory. During the Tianli Alliance meeting, Half-Saint Pei Zai said that he would come to watch the battle in person. The leader of the Yansheng Alliance also showed up. Unfortunately, he couldn't leave, but maybe the incarnation of the Half-Saint came. "The old man Taixu spoke in the distance. The situation in the Holy Temple Hall is over. The restrictions in the Northern Territory have been loosened a lot, and some people from the Northern Territory have run out.

"Shenyue Immortal City is here. My friend said that the eldest brother is traveling lightly and is on his way non-stop. He said that he will be able to see his style in the future. Shenyue Immortal City fought with the Holy Temple, but a lot of blood was shed. He Directly transform into the 'God of Death'."

"As you know, Mr. Cheng from the Central Region, Mr. Cheng Xie, seems to be here too. It's a pity that Mr. Cheng from the Seven Swords Immortal didn't fight for it, otherwise he should have a place on the list."

"Who is Cheng Xie?"

"Cheng Xie, you don't even know? The Fourteen Famous Swordsman, the Double Needle of the Hidden Sword, the current sword holder... Over the years, the Saint Slaves have collected swords. It is easy to say that the famous swords in the Sword Tomb can be protected. There are many in the Cheng family in the Central Region. How could you withstand the pressure and not have your sword taken away from you!"

Cheng Xie?

Xiao Wanfeng stopped moving his hands.

He knew this name. He was a descendant of a long-standing family of ancient sword cultivators. He was only twenty-eight years old and was famous in the world of ancient sword cultivators.

The collection of famous swords by saint slaves was also a commonplace thing in the past, and there was news from time to time.

Rumor has it that the Eight Saint Slaves, the first of the eight, have been disappearing and disappearing for decades. They have successively led people to destroy more than a dozen ancient sword cultivating families, and collected famous swords such as Tomb City Snow, Taisheng Water Sword, and Mad Diao Sword.

For example, the Sword Burial Tomb and the Feng Family of the Southern Territory were able to protect the Evil Sword Yue Lian, the Blood Sword Stunning Enchantress, the Crane Sword Tingchen, etc., so their backgrounds were really strong.

It is really rare for the Cheng family to be able to withstand the pressure even though they are unable to support themselves.

"What is the Cheng family? They are just famous swordsmen."

"In the Yin Gui Realm of the Southern Region, I heard that the leader of the Yin Gui Sect also invited the Double Sword Gui Lunchou to come out, saying that he could find an opportunity to be canonized as a Saint in the Ghost Buddha Realm. He is a spirit refiner, not an ancient sword cultivator!"

"Double Sword Gui Lunchou, the ninth famous sword?"

"Yes! It is Gui Lunchou. Fifty years ago, the Yin Gui Sect was just a small sect that exorcises ghosts. Later, it relied on this sword to become a semi-saint force. Unfortunately, there is still no ancient sword cultivator in the sect, but it can still benefit from it. Tsk, the power of the famous sword can be seen."

"Awesome, awesome, keep talking, big guys."

"Hey! If you say so, I still remember a few days ago Son, there is something strange in the Danta of Shengfutu City. The tenth on the famous sword list, Shengjian, Daluo Jiusheng Xuanjian, has moved. Dansheng Lu Shiyu personally invited him out. I heard that he also rushed to Lingyu Mountain with his sword. "

"Ah? People from Danta, why are you here to join in the fun?"

"I don't know, Shengjian is very powerful. All kinds of difficult and complicated diseases can be cured by a stab with the Chijian. Maybe Dansheng is kind and afraid that Ba Zun'an and Hua Changdeng will fight too hard and one of them will be seriously injured and dying, so he wants to come and stab them with a sword?"

"Hahaha..."

This made the drinkers in the major taverns laugh wildly. It was really a clear and unrestrained idea.

Some people said that Ba Zun'an had only eight fingers on his hand and a scar on his neck, so he should run out and let Daluo Jiusheng Xuanjian stab his buttocks. Maybe the broken fingers can grow back, the scars can be erased, and he can be young and frivolous for another thirty years.

"These people are really presumptuous."

Xiao Wanfeng frowned when he heard this. He had been in the Southern Region and had heard many presumptuous remarks, so he was used to it.

At this moment, he felt something strange in his heart, but it was not what the big drinkers said, but the "hazy" layer of their words that they could not understand.

Gu Qingyi, Cheng Xie, Cheng Gongzi, Yin Guizong Sect Master, Dan Sheng Lu Shiyu, it seems that they can't get along at all.

In essence, these are all famous swords gathered in Lingyu Mountain.

Are they really here to watch the battle?

Could there be something special that he can't see at his level?

"Well, it's none of my business. Maybe Xu Shao...Shou Ye knows. I can tell him later." Xiao Wanfeng tightened his mind and didn't think much. He tied Xuan Cang up and carried him behind his back, intending to let it go.

Shou Ye gave him the jade talisman a long time ago so that he could enter Xingjie.

But he rarely went to Xingjie to play. After all, when people are in the rivers and lakes, they can get more first-hand information and hone themselves better.

Although it is a bit dangerous...

"Pah!"

Just thinking about this, a young and middle-aged man with two Taixu guards sat down opposite the wooden table where he was alone.

Xiao Wanfeng looked up and saw that he had sword eyebrows and star eyes, and he was suave and elegant. He exuded the aura of a sword throne, and his sharp edge was revealed.

He is not friendly!

"Boy, serve the wine."

As soon as the man sat down, he said to the owner of the wine shop, staring at Xuan Cang on his back, and he clearly saw something.

It's bad, it's really polluted by Xu Shao, and it's cheated by Xuan Cang. It's too unrestrained...

Xiao Wanfeng is not a person who likes lively.

He let Xuan Cang out purely because Xuan Cang wanted to come out for some fresh air.

Now it seems that it's not Xuan Cang who wants to take a breath, but Xuan Cang is looking for opponents and enemies for himself - it's happy to do so, cheap sword!

"Boy, settle the bill."

Xiao Wanfeng threw a few spirit crystals on the table, and stood up without even trying to understand the other party's thoughts. He was about to leave.

"Sit down!"

The man did not move, and the old man behind him opened his tiger eyes. The pressure from the great void almost broke Xiao Wanfeng's body, and he had to sit down again.

Swish!

The wine shop was suddenly quiet.

Everyone looked at him, all with expressions of watching the excitement.

"Bang bang bang..."

There were some noisy sounds from a distance, as if someone was knocking on iron tools to celebrate the trouble.

Xiao Wanfeng's face was difficult, holding his breath, but he was not afraid. Looking at this handsome man in his thirties, he said:

"I don't seem to know..."

"My last name is Cheng." The man smiled and waved his hand to interrupt Xiao Wanfeng, "Cheng family, Cheng Xie."

With a bang, everyone in the wine shop stood up in shock.

Sleeve sword and double needles, Cheng Xie of the Cheng family!

Finally, a big shot with a good reputation came to Fusang City. He has the appearance of a sword immortal!

Xiao Wanfeng probably knew his purpose and said helplessly: "There seems to be no hatred between us?"

Cheng Xie laughed and stared at the sword on his back and said: "The man is innocent, but he is guilty of holding the treasure. Hand over the Xuancang Sword, and you can leave Fusang safely."

In a flash, the people in the major taverns were no longer just watching the fun. Their eyes moved and cast on Xiao Wanfeng, and their faces were all extremely shocked.

"The sword, Xuancang?"