Chapter 931: He is Perfected Form!

"Wow!"

The little Xiao Xiao Shenlong drilled out from his waist, grabbed his belt, and widened its eyes.

Everyone stood on the deck, looking up in awe, filled with reverence.

A miracle!

Rare in the world!

In the past, when Liang Qu asked Su Guishan about the Xiao Xiao Shenlong's Xiandao above the clouds, he had mentioned that the Heavenly Mountains always had three thousand floating islands.

It can be seen that floating islands are not exclusive to Mirage Dragons.

They are born of heaven and earth.

He had originally thought the "hanging" of the Hanging Temple meant temples built against the mountain, at most a bit larger, more spectacular, or capable of accommodating tens of thousands of people; in this world's territory, it wasn't strange. He hadn't imagined it was a wonder just like the Xiandao above the clouds!

Just by seeing it with their own eyes, a sense of dull fatigue arose in the hearts of outsiders.

If monks were fighting people up there, wouldn't they be three points stronger?

"When the Xiao Xiao Shenlong senior was still alive, the sky over Jianghuai might have been even more prosperous than the scene before us." Long Binglin peeked through the tube, filled with emotion.

No one refuted.

The Xiandao above the clouds was indeed the world's number one floating island.

During the Grain Rain season, the climate warmed further. As far as the eye could see, both banks were covered in lush green grass and green willows. At the same time, between the alternation of cold and warm, rain gradually increased, and the sky was shrouded in gray mist.

Above the mountains.

Shadows loomed, and several huge islands comparable to land filled the field of vision, situated between the sea of clouds, completely separated from the earth.

The Heavenly Islands were silent, shrouded in clouds and mist, with magnificent temples standing tall. The gilded roofs of the Great Hero Hall were covered with a layer of white snow, revealing only the golden carvings, as if the heavens and the human world were in two different seasons.

Outside the central temple gate, carved square stairs were neatly arranged, stretching from the sky to the land.

Thirty thousand floating stairs!

If it were a sunny day, it would simply be a Buddhist kingdom on earth, a holy place for pilgrimage!

At the end of the stairs, another great temple crouched on the earth, stretching for who knows how many miles.

Below the Hanging Temple was the Fulong Temple.

Apart from the five great orthodoxies and the Imperial Court, ordinary small sects were a mixed bag and had no qualifications to stay in the Hanging Temple itself, so they all stopped and rested in the Fulong Temple.

The long street outside the temple was bustling with carriages, and the bells on the horses rang incessantly.

The crowd was surging, mixed with monks, noisy and clamorous. From their clothing, one could vaguely see that many people formed their own sects.

Liang Qu admitted that he had underestimated the Hanging Temple before.

It was entirely because Great Shun's presence was too strong, and the path of advancement was still obvious, so to find a way out, one either joined the army or became an official. Usually, the five great orthodoxies had no presence at all.

But for the places where the orthodoxies were located and even the surrounding areas, the situation was the exact opposite!

The presence of the orthodoxies was so strong that for the local people, it was only second to the sun in the sky, even more so than the bright moon!

The river wind blew open the brown short hair.

Otter-Otter-Kai on the lookout tower looked solemn, gripping the binoculars, his face rarely serious and under pressure.

Scarface...

Is this where he practices?

"Spectacular, let's go, let's go! Let's go to the island and grab a spot!"

Xu Zishuai rubbed his hands, excited and unable to wait.

Others didn't have the qualifications to stay in the main temple, but they didn't need to say, they certainly had them. They couldn't wait to go up and see, even if they didn't know if there was a wishing tree to pray for blessings.

The river otter lowered the sails.

The treasure ship moved downstream.

The Diamond Ming King was lecturing on the 26th, today was the 21st, five days left. It was the peak of visiting the mountain. On the Great River, many people were arriving like Liang Qu, so much so that it was a bit congested and required "queuing."

Below the floating stairs.

On the riverbank beside the great temple, there was a port directly for entertaining guests. Monks came and went, and ships submitted their visiting cards, which would be directly led into the Fulong Temple by the monks.

Many young people had nothing to do, gathering at the entrance, peeking and looking around. Among them, several circles formed, a few people surrounding one person. The gathered ones were, without exception, knowledgeable people. Every time someone came forward to submit a visiting card, they could hear the surrounded person reporting their background like a family heirloom.

The large ship docked.

The ground shook slightly.

Several hard-trained martial artists jumped off the bow, immediately hooking the crowd's attention.

No other reason.

These people's physiques were very special, their limbs were thick to the point of being incongruous, their forearms were thicker than their upper arms, round and bulging. Liang Qu behind them almost had "Popeye" appear in his mind.

"Brother Li, what's going on with these people? Are they born with different physiques?"

Several circles whispered. In the center of one, the one called Brother Li shook his head: "Not so, I tell you, this is a characteristic of practicing the refining of fascia. They should be people from Cloud River Valley."

"Refining fascia makes them like this?"

"Human fascia is both a protection and a restriction. It's like a large membrane, wrapping our whole body. Whenever muscles bulge, it limits the muscles' extreme exertion."

"It is rumored that Cloud River Valley once had a senior expert who discovered that cutting an opening in the fascia on the forearm increased the forearm's extreme strength by almost half. Later generations studied it and developed a strange skill, Iron Horizontal."

"Refining the whole body's fascia into strips, no longer restricted, starting from the forearm, then the legs. Whenever the skill is successful, the size of the corresponding part will bulge a circle, so some appearances are inhuman. I heard that the leader of the younger generation of Cloud River Valley is only twenty-eight, has already entered the Hunting Tiger Realm, and has refined all four limbs with Iron Horizontal, which is extraordinary. His strength is several times that of an ordinary Hunting Tiger expert! His fame is resounding!"

"There's such a thing? Can they marry a wife?" Xu Zishuai rubbed his chin.

Everyone turned back, a bit dissatisfied with this person who popped out of nowhere to interrupt.

People sacrificed their appearance for the martial path, and you actually said something so unromantic about marrying a wife?

Vulgar!

Out and about, everyone didn't say much, too lazy to argue, just boasting that Brother Li knew a lot, and then sighing at Cloud River Valley's strange skills.

"Strength several times that of the same realm, it really is a resounding hard-training method!"

"Twenty-eight to be able to cultivate to Hunting Tiger, the young valley master of Cloud River Valley is also extraordinary."

Cloud River Valley ignored the outsiders' discussion, submitted their visiting card, received their door plate, and waited for the ship to leave.

Immediately after, several white-robed sword cultivators jumped off the bow, all handsome men and beautiful women, carrying swords on their backs.

"What about that one, what about that one?"

"Oh, it's the Northern Ridge Sword Sect... They also practice the sword path, their background is even greater, they are the branch of the Profound Heaven Sect's second ancestor, using the sword heart to temper formless sword energy. Speaking of which, this generation of the Profound Heaven Sect has experts."

"The chief sword child entered the Hunting Tiger Realm at twenty-five, earlier than all the other orthodoxies. When breaking through, they were almost a year away from breaking Great Shun's record."

"Three years of watching swords, three years of listening to swords, three years of smelling swords, once they hold the sword, the innate sword energy traverses several miles without losing momentum, reaching the peak of perfection! Their name resounds through three continents and six prefectures, truly a rare genius!"

"I heard that the Profound Heaven Sect's sword-controlling technique has always been difficult to practice. Without talent and perseverance, one cannot succeed in a lifetime, but once practiced, it is extraordinary. The sword energy traverses formlessly, firing from all directions, enough to defeat the strong with the weak, very powerful!"

"The world is so big, heroes really emerge one after another, making others envious! It's a pity we can only watch."

Once this was said, there was countless resonance.

"Hey, twenty-five to enter the Hunting Tiger Realm, a young expert. Such direct descendants of major sects not only cultivate fast, but each has unique skills. When fighting in the same realm, how can others compare?"

"Twenty-five, it's not fast either."

"..."

Arrogant and ignorant!

Someone almost couldn't help but slap the table.

"Brother Li, what about that one." Xu Zishuai pointed to the treasure ship behind the handsome men and beautiful women.

Interrupting the spell.

Brother Li pointed and looked.

The treasure ship behind the sword cultivators was integrated, with no half-a-board seam, and it was very eye-catching looking at the whole river.

"Yin-Yang Creation Wood! It's the Imperial Court's people!"

Brother Li's expression became solemn. The treasure ship was covered by other large ships, and he hadn't noticed such a great Buddha had arrived!

"Imperial Court? The Dragon-Elephant Martial Saint is here?"

Once the keyword came out.

Everyone in the venue cast their eyes, including the Cloud River Valley and Northern Ridge sword cultivators in front and behind.

The sword cultivators even felt whether they should move their ships first and let the people behind come first.

"No, there is only one such treasure ship, the Imperial Court wouldn't come with so many people." Brother Li shook his head and denied. Not long after, a flash of inspiration hit him, and he thought of something, his pupils dilated, "I know who it is!"

Everyone asked busily.

"Twenty-two! Great Shun's Baron Xingyi!"

The river waves were quiet.

The nine characters pressed heavily on their hearts, full of weight.

It was actually him!

Several sword cultivators thought about it and felt that the famous Baron Xingyi was not inferior at all, and was worth giving way to. They were about to take back their waist plates and move the ships.

"Who is Baron Xingyi?"

Everyone thought it was that unromantic kid interrupting again, but when they turned back, they found Xu Zishuai was also looking back at others.

The crowd separated.

The little fatty in the back scratched his head, a bit ashamed of these people's gazes, as if he were ignorant, and said stubbornly.

"You say the twenty-two-year-old Baron Xingyi, he must be twenty-two entering the Hunting Tiger Realm, indeed powerful, but not to the point of being famous under heaven, right? Could there be any powerful unique skill?"

"Powerful unique skill my ass."

Brother Li slapped his forehead.

"He is Perfected Form!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 932 =====