Chapter 104: Genius is just a threshold

Under Wang Tong's guidance, Zhuang Buran arrived at the large flower garden behind the main mansion, only to see lanterns everywhere, as bright as day, with servants and guests standing everywhere.

Most of the people in the flower garden were young aristocratic sons and aristocratic daughters. They all looked at the white-haired, blue-robed youth who entered their eyes with strange gazes. Unfortunately, due to the cover of the bamboo hat, they could only see the smooth and delicate chin and fundamentally couldn't see his true face, so a feeling of loss couldn't help but well up in their hearts.

It was rumored that the Seven-Kill Sect Master not only had martial arts that reached a non-human level, but his peerless posture was even more impressive than his martial arts.

However, looking at the elegant rhythm of his movements, his steps were as light and ethereal as clouds and mist, like an immortal stepping into the void, and his posture revealed a sense of coldness and detachment from the inside out.

So much so that before truly seeing his appearance, they already felt a sense of cleanliness and flawlessness, as if his inner self resonated with heaven and earth, as if every breath contained the spiritual energy of mountains and rivers, making people forget the vulgarity upon seeing him.

They couldn't help but sigh that the reputation was well-deserved.

Zhuang Buran walked into the main hall, and the atmosphere became even more silent. The hundreds of guests in the hall were all figures with faces in the nearby commanderies and counties, either leaders of a sect, wealthy merchants, or high-ranking officials.

At this moment, in front of the blue-robed youth, they were like newcomers to the martial arts world, not knowing whether to sit or stand, wanting to step forward to greet him but feeling they were not worthy, and standing still, afraid of lacking etiquette. One must know that this was an absolute strong person who could break ten thousand with one.

If they slightly angered him, the consequences could be imagined.

Kou Zhong and the others who followed behind saw this situation in the hall, and a sentence suddenly popped into their hearts:

"A great man should be like this!"

"Sect Master Qing, please take the seat of honor!" Wang Tong raised his hand to signal the set of acid-branch chairs at the very top.

"No hurry. It seems that someone who is even more lacking in etiquette than me, an uninvited guest, has arrived."

As the blue-robed youth turned around, two "peng peng" sounds came from the courtyard, and two big men in green clothes fell backward into the air, falling with their four limbs facing the sky.

Wang Tong and Ouyang Xiyi walked out first, only to see a tall, heroic youth walking over with large strides.

He was about twenty-four or twenty-five years old. Although his face was slightly narrow and long, his contours were distinct, perfect like a marble statue. He had a red cloth tied on his forehead, and inside his plain green outer robe was a tight-fitting yellow martial arts suit, plus a leather vest, making him look even broader in the shoulders and narrower in the waist, with a blade and a sword hanging on his left and right waists, looking very majestic.

The people around saw that the visitor's aura was condensed and he had a high-nosed, deep-eyed appearance, so they understood that he was mostly not from the Central Plains, or if he was, he had Hu blood.

Wang Tong thought that even if the famous Seven-Kill Sect Master came to the banquet, he would have three points of etiquette, while this suddenly visiting young man looked like a greenhorn who had just entered the martial arts world and was acting recklessly because he had learned good martial arts. His face turned cold, and he said solemnly:

"You injured people as soon as you entered the door. Although Wang is not good at dancing with blades and sticks, I also know a little bit of fists and kicks. Why don't you report your name to me."

The heroic youth let out a cold laugh from the corner of his mouth and said:

"I am Ba Fenghan. I heard that many martial arts masters gathered in your mansion today, so I intended to come and meet them."

"Looking at your figure and appearance, what is your relationship with Bi Xuan of the Turks?" Ouyang Xiyi carefully looked at Ba Fenghan and said.

Ba Fenghan's eyes flashed with essence, and he looked back without showing weakness:

"I imagine you are the Huangshan hermit Ouyang Xiyi. It's no wonder you saw that I came from the Turks, but not only do I have no relationship with Bi Xuan, I am also someone he wants to get rid of."

In an instant, the aura of the two erupted, and the seven or eight hundred people inside and outside the hall felt the temperature drop sharply, and the cold killing intent filled the whole field.

Ouyang Xiyi slowly gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist. His majestic figure like a mountain and sharp eyes revealed a bearing that no one could resist.

Ba Fenghan's outer robe moved without wind, fluttering and making sounds. The hand behind his back pulled the hem of his outer robe, holding the blade hilt and sword hilt respectively, making people not know whether he wanted to use the blade or the sword, or use both.

"So this is the martial arts momentum that is not weaker than the leaders of the four clans. It's not much." Kou Zhong muttered in a low voice.

"Indeed, it's far inferior, not comparable to the life-and-death struggle on the battlefield." Xu Ziling whispered back:

"If we don't spare any cost, I can at most be seriously injured to fight to the death with an expert at this level."

"Then aren't we already Grandmaster-level experts?" Kou Zhong replied later.

Xu Ziling analyzed softly:

"It should still be a bit short. It's just that the martial arts learned are extraordinary, the practical experience is rich, and coupled with the robbery technique, we can compete with Grandmaster-level experts. The internal energy is still slightly insufficient."

While the two were whispering in the corner, the aura in the middle of the courtyard rose.

"Qiang!"

The blade edge on Ba Fenghan's right side was exposed a little, immediately giving birth to an incomparably sharp blade aura.

Ouyang Xiyi's killing intent flashed and disappeared in his eyes. This son was young, but his martial arts had already reached an unfathomable level. It could be seen that he was the most outstanding figure among the Turks after Bi Xuan. Looking at his temperament again, he was a person born cold and heartless.

If this son is not removed, he might be another Bi Xuan. If he is not of my race, his heart must be different, which made him unable to help but develop a heart to kill.

"Boring."

Zhuang Buran suddenly stepped out, and the aura on the field was like wind and rain meeting the sun, disappearing without a trace.

Ba Fenghan's body trembled slightly. As the blue-robed youth approached, he felt as if a mountain was weighing on him, and it was getting heavier and heavier. He suddenly knelt on one knee with his blade, coughing up a large mouthful of blood.

He no longer had his previous light and arrogant appearance, and his face showed shock and terror, finding it hard to believe that such an existence still existed in the world.

He considered himself a martial arts genius and had martial arts that were hard to find opponents. Even if it were the Three Great Grandmasters of the time, it would not be an easy task to capture him. How could he be seriously injured and vomiting blood in just one encounter?

Since this white-haired, blue-robed youth appeared, the whole person seemed to be fighting against heaven. A strange momentum continuously squeezed his internal organs, meridians, muscles, bones, and skin, as if he could be squeezed into a meat pie at any time.

"Who... are you?" Ba Fenghan's eyes were bloodshot.

Zhuang Buran turned a deaf ear, only slightly tilting his head, and the sound of the flute suddenly rose in the courtyard.

That flute sound was extremely wonderful, erratic, like an impromptu work, and an immortal song that was perfect.

As the flute sound became high and generous, then resentful and winding, high to infinity, low to infinity, it couldn't help but make the hundreds of guests inside and outside the hall listen in a daze.

The flute sound that seemed to break and continue turned soft and fine, instantly evoking the sad feelings of who knows how many people that they couldn't bear to look back on.

The flute sound turned again, and an extremely restrained enthusiasm bloomed through the bright and clear notes, as if gently telling the story in everyone's heart.

The flute sound stopped suddenly, and the courtyard showed a unique quietness and beauty after the rain, and the momentum that was oppressive to the point of chilling disappeared into nothingness.

Ouyang Xiyi heard the song, and there was no killing intent in his heart. His eyes showed a trace of reminiscence, and he shouted:

"Since Qingxuan has arrived, why not come in and meet? Let Uncle see how much you look like Xiuxin."

Above the eaves, a sweet and soft female voice that could not be described in any words came:

"Meeting is not as good as not meeting. Qingxuan follows her mother's last wish and specifically came to play a song for the two elders. This matter is over, Qingxuan is leaving."

The blue-robed youth's body was filled with white clouds and mist, and he glanced at Ba Fenghan:

"You should feel lucky. Now you don't even have the qualification to die at my hands. One day, if you can replace Bi Xuan, you will have the qualification to stand in front of me."

After saying this, he drifted away like an immortal riding auspicious clouds.

Such a scene made everyone shocked to the point of being unable to speak, stunned in place without moving.

Kou Zhong and the other three were already used to it and hurriedly chased after him.

But before leaving, Kou Zhong's eyes flashed with essence, and he left a sentence with heroic spirit:

"The so-called genius is just the threshold to see my Master."

"My name is Kou Zhong, the eldest disciple of New Jingzhai, the person who will expound the Heavenly Dao, reshape the universe, and re-establish the mandate of heaven in the future. I hope you will not commit evil deeds and go against the mandate of heaven, otherwise, there will definitely be heaven's punishment."

Immediately, not only the guests in the courtyard had strange expressions, but even Xu Ziling had a look of shock and uncertainty.

He was surprised that he had developed the ambition to compete for the world, and worried that pulling the tiger's skin as a banner this time would have unpredictable consequences.

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