Chapter 167: If heaven had not produced me, Wang Yixing, the way of the sword would have been like a long night for all eternity!

Everyone present heard this, first startled, then looked at the blue-robed little Daoist on the second floor, and then looked at the young Daoist carrying a peach wood sword on the high platform.

"Uncle, are the Daoists of Wangcheng Mountain so arrogant and domineering?" Baili Dongjun asked, feeling a bit dizzy.

"Nowadays, the leader of the Daoists is Lu Suzhen, and his eldest disciple will most likely be the next leader of the Daoist sect. It is reasonable to have such spirit," Wen Hujiu's face showed a hint of strangeness:

"Strange, the Wangcheng Mountain Daoists who traveled in the martial arts world in the past were always humble and polite, and their conduct was smooth and calm. I didn't expect Lu Zhenren's eldest disciple to be so unrestrained."

However, Wang Yixing stood there sighing repeatedly, not knowing whether to speak or not.

The blue-robed little Daoist said loudly:

"Everyone, my Senior Brother keeps sighing because the three people on the platform are not even worth one sword. They are truly too useless."

"Those who want to take the Fire God Sword, those who want to compete with top swordsmen, come up together. Today, my Senior Brother wants to fight ten at once."

"Arrogant! The Tianshan Sect, Luo Cheng, is not afraid of you, Wangcheng Mountain. I want to see how much of the 'Immeasurable Sword Technique' you have practiced."

"Count me in."

"Count me in too. Teach this stinky Daoist a lesson."

After seven people leaped up one after another, they stood against the young Daoist carrying the peach wood sword along with the other three.

Immediately, the look of helplessness on Wang Yixing's face faded. No matter what, he couldn't disgrace the prestige of his Wangcheng Mountain. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he formed a sword gesture.

The peach wood sword refined by the Daoist secret method of Wangcheng Mountain automatically left its sheath. Then, a formation was opened around his body, and using the Daoist method of splitting and combining, he transformed one into three hundred peach wood swords that looked like reality.

Baili Dongjun, who kept drinking sword wine, suddenly shook his head and opened his eyes wide:

"The sword can fly by itself, and it can split into so many swords. What kind of sword technique is this?"

"One success and one failure is called a tribulation. Before this heaven and earth, there was the Immeasurable Tribulation. This is the 'Immeasurable Sword Technique'."

Wen Hujiu sighed lightly:

"It is the Daoist sword control technique. It is both a sword technique and contains Daoist methods. Being able to practice the 'Immeasurable Sword Technique' to a small success at this age, no wonder his eyes are on his forehead."

On the high platform, everyone used their most proficient sword techniques to resist, but the most anyone could do was destroy twenty or thirty peach wood swords before being blasted off the platform.

"Immeasurable Sword, Immeasurable Tribulation. Those who enter this tribulation will be doomed for all eternity."

"My Senior Brother is kind-hearted and believes that weaklings have no right to die under his sword."

The blue-robed little Daoist said leisurely:

"Wushuang City claims that its sword technique is peerless, its blade technique is peerless, and its internal energy is peerless, so the martial arts world respects it as the number one martial city in the world."

"Since you have such a name, why have you been watching from the sidelines? Are you afraid that my Senior Brother will accidentally kill the contemporary successor of Wushuang City?"

"How dare you! Wushuang City, Song Yanhui, is here to learn the high-level sword technique of Wangcheng Mountain."

A young man holding a sword flew to Wang Yixing.

"What a natural sword embryo. Ordinary people practice a top-notch sword technique at least dozens of times, but you only need to look at it a few times to get the essence of the sword technique."

The blue-robed little Daoist changed the subject:

"It's a pity that a sword embryo is just a sword embryo after all, and has not yet honed the sharpness that a swordsman should have!"

"It seems that this generation of Wushuang City successors still cannot let Wushuang City return to its former prosperity. You must know that the reason Wushuang City has the name of the number one martial city in the world is entirely due to the peerless 'Wushuang Sword Box'."

Baili Dongjun, who was dizzy from drinking, couldn't help but ask:

"Uncle, I only know that Wushuang City has a big name in the martial arts world. What is the Wushuang Sword Box?"

"It is the most exquisite sword control technique in the world. The sword box has thirteen famous swords, each with different sword momentum, making it impossible to guard against. One of the famous swords ranks second among the top ten famous swords in the world," Wen Hujiu said playfully:

"Unfortunately, for nearly a hundred years, Wushuang City has become increasingly uncompetitive, and no one has been able to open the box to reproduce the sword control technique that once shook the world."

"Then this little Daoist, how can he see through other people's background at a glance?" Baili Dongjun asked curiously.

Wen Hujiu glanced at the blue-robed little Daoist, but found that there was no cultivation on him, and said uncertainly:

"It should be the 'Qi Observation Technique' passed down from generation to generation in Wangcheng Mountain. See the Qi first, then see the form."

On the high platform, Wang Yixing formed a sword gesture, and hundreds of peach wood swords rotated, surrounding Song Yanhui.

And Song Yanhui, worthy of being a natural sword embryo, only slashed out one sword, and the sword energy like waves twisted and shattered most of the peach wood swords.

The peach wood swords rotated and actually recovered to three hundred. Since it has the name of immeasurable, naturally, before the practitioner's true energy is insufficient, it can have immeasurable sword power.

Although Song Yanhui and Wang Yixing were both in the Free and Unfettered Earth Realm, the internal energy method inherited by Wushuang City was not weaker than Wangcheng Mountain. But one practiced the peerless sword technique of breaking all laws with immeasurable power and breaking all swords with one sword, while the other practiced the extremely top-notch sword technique of Wushuang City, which was fundamentally not the Wushuang Sword Box that could compete with it.

Therefore, after forty or fifty rounds of fighting, Song Yanhui was defeated and fell off the platform.

"Sigh, my Senior Brother is still too kind-hearted. In order to see the power of the Wushuang Sword Box, he showed mercy again."

Zhuang Buran said sadly:

"If heaven had not produced me, Wang Yixing, the way of the sword would have been like a long night for all eternity!"

Suddenly, the courtyard was exceptionally quiet, and I don't know how many people looked at the blue-robed little Daoist with strange eyes.

They began to doubt whether the words just now were said by the sword-carrying Daoist on the platform, just because with his small success in the 'Immeasurable Sword Technique', it was really hard to be worthy of these many boastful words.

If it were Li Changsheng, the number one in the world, it would be almost the same. Back then, five top swordsmen in the Free and Unfettered Heavenly Realm from Nanjue came to Beili, wanting to use wheel battles to exhaust Li Changsheng to death.

This leader of the Jixia Academy of the number one academy in the world only used one sword to break the swords in their hands. At that time, it was clearly a winter day with heavy snow, but the sword intent emitted was extremely warm, and wherever the long sword passed, the ice and snow melted.

Since then, Nanjue has never dared to talk about swords in front of Beili, and most of them have started to practice blade techniques.

In the martial arts world, there is a list of strong people in the world evaluated by the Baixiao Hall. As the saying goes, the wind and waves of the martial arts world are set, and the gold list discusses martial arts names. There are three lists in total, namely the Hundred Weapons Ranking, the Good Jade Ranking, and the Peerless Ranking.

The most eye-catching is the Peerless Ranking, which takes the meaning of being peerless in the world. There are ten people on the list, divided into the first, second, third, and fourth grades.

The first grade of the martial arts list that year was Li Changsheng, but he tore up the martial arts list, saying that the list of the secular world could not evaluate the immortal who was exiled to the world, which caused the three lists to be suspended for a long time, and they have not been reopened until now.

In the eyes of everyone, only such a peerless figure can be worthy of the various words said by this little Daoist, and looking at the somewhat strange expression of the sword-carrying Daoist on the platform, the suspicion in their hearts grew stronger.

"Why are you all looking at the little Daoist? I am just a little Daoist who knows nothing and cannot practice martial arts!"

"These words were all written by my Senior Brother and told me to say them at the Sword Trial Assembly, just to weigh the swordsmen of the world with his own body."

The blue-robed little Daoist looked innocent:

"He bluntly said that the sword path of the world is one stone, and I, Wang Yixing, have eight dou, and the ancient and modern times share two dou."

"I previously thought that my Senior Brother was too arrogant and didn't have the humility and elegance of my Daoist sect, but today I saw that he was too humble."

"Clearly, the sword path of the world is one stone, and my Senior Brother occupies twelve dou, and you swordsmen owe my Senior Brother two dou."

"Stop talking, stop talking, you are my Senior Brother!"

Wang Yixing couldn't bear it anymore, fearing that if the Junior Brother continued to talk, he would have to walk into the Famous Sword Villa upright, be carried out horizontally, and face the pursuit of sword practitioners in Beili in the future.

Finally, he ended up in the same situation as his Junior Brother, only able to be trapped on Wangcheng Mountain.

He took the Fire God Sword stuck on the ground and bowed repeatedly:

"This Junior Brother of mine is used to making trouble. Please don't be surprised, everyone. He is just joking."

After speaking, he leaped into the air and appeared beside the blue-robed little Daoist:

"I'm convinced, I'm convinced. From now on, you are the Senior Brother, and I am your Junior Brother. My small body really can't carry the words you said. Please let me go, Junior Brother."

Wen Hujiu, who was on the side, obviously heard it and couldn't help laughing out loud, only feeling that Wangcheng Mountain had produced a little Daoist who didn't take the usual path.

Observing his age and the fact that he hadn't practiced martial arts, he immediately thought of the Yellow Millet Little Immortal who had become famous in the martial arts world in the past year or two.

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