Chapter 175

The sun sets in the west.

The sky was dyed blood-red by the setting sun.

The genius youth Wang Yong sat on the cloud platform and kept praying: Zhang Xingyu, hurry up and come.

From dawn to noon, from noon to sunset.

He had already waited on the cloud platform for five hours.

From the initial calmness, to slowly becoming restless, and then to going crazy later.

Want to leave, but cannot leave.

Don't want to stay, but must stay.

This feeling of going crazy burned Wang Yong's nerves, making him suffer unbearably.

Even when waiting for a reply from his Junior Sister last night, it wasn't as uncomfortable as today.

Damn it!

Below the cloud platform, most of the students who came to watch had gradually dispersed.

To the left and right of the cloud platform, only two fat men remained.

The fat man standing on the left side of the cloud platform was Wang Jinbao.

Having not eaten all day, Wang Jinbao was starving.

However, he wanted to leave but couldn't. The cause of this duel was Wang Jinbao getting beaten up, and Wang Yong was seeking justice for him.

Standing on the right side of the cloud platform was Zhu Dafu.

Zhu Dafu was also hungry for a day.

However, he didn't want to leave and couldn't leave. One of the protagonists of this duel was his best friend Zhang Xingyu, so he had to stay here as a cheerleader. Of course, if Zhang Xingyu was defeated, he was also responsible for carrying Zhang Xingyu back.

Sunset and moonrise, a cool breeze blowing gently.

Wang Yong rubbed his somewhat stiff legs and slowly stood up.

"Shameless scoundrel, we agreed to a duel today, yet you don't dare to show up!"

Wang Yong took out his flying sword, preparing to leave by sword.

Under the bright moonlight, a woman arrived by sword.

Her long hair fluttered, her white clothes were whiter than snow, as if a fairy had descended to the mortal world.

Wang Yong was mesmerized.

In this world, there is actually a woman better looking than his Junior Sister?

Meng Ruyan landed on the cloud platform, then glanced behind her.

Zhang Xingyu nodded and jumped off the flying sword lightly.

His complexion was pale, his eyes were listless, and under the moonlight, he looked like a ghost.

Wang Yong was startled by Zhang Xingyu.

"Who, who, who are you?" Wang Yong asked.

Zhang Xingyu answered weakly: "I am Zhang Xingyu."

His voice was low, and the tail of his words was dragged very long; Wang Yong was so scared that he took another step back.

"Are you really Zhang Xingyu?" Wang Yong asked again.

"Really." Zhang Xingyu answered.

Meng Ruyan had already left.

The towering cloud platform was terrifyingly quiet.

Wang Yong retreated more than ten steps, then quickly drew the flying sword from his back.

The sword is named "Fearless", a Grade 4 flying sword that Wang Yong exchanged for with one year of mission points.

With the flying sword in hand, Wang Yong felt a bit safer.

He held the sword and shouted at Zhang Xingyu: "Zhang Xingyu, your cultivation is lower than mine, I will let you strike first."

Zhang Xingyu nodded and let out a light shout: "Fire Dragon, attack!"

The Fire Dragon flew out of the scabbard, turned into a streak of fire, and pounced toward Wang Yong.

In an instant, the Fire Dragon returned to Zhang Xingyu's back.

Wang Yong touched his face, then touched his body.

All parts of his body were intact.

Wang Yong laughed loudly: "Zhang Xingyu, are you only capable of scaring people?"

Zhang Xingyu shook his head: "I never lie."

"You have already struck, now it's my turn!"

Wang Yong laughed loudly and channeled spiritual power into the Fearless in his hand.

A moment later, he was stunned like a wooden chicken.

The Fearless sword was broken at the hilt.

"I concede!"

Zhang Xingyu cupped his hands at Wang Yong, then shouted loudly to the bottom of the cloud platform: "Senior Sister Meng, I have finished the fight and am done. Please carry me back by sword!"

Zhang Xingyu left on the sword light, leaving the bewildered Wang Yong disheveled in the wind.

Inside the cave dwelling, the aroma of wine was intoxicating.

"Brother Xingyu, tell me quickly, how did you win?"

Zhu Dafu poured a cup of spirit liquor for Zhang Xingyu and asked softly.

"Nothing much, his cultivation is too low, his sword technique is too rotten, I cut his flying sword in half with one strike!"

Zhang Xingyu took a sip of wine, put down the cup gently, and answered softly.

"What? Wang Yong's cultivation is too low? Sword technique is too rotten?"

Zhu Dafu felt that his brain wasn't working well.

Ever since he saw Zhang Xingyu again at the Lake Heart Pavilion, he had a feeling.

Something seemed to have changed in Zhang Xingyu, becoming very different from before.

But he couldn't say exactly what the change was.

Perhaps, people are always changing.

Whatever, as long as Brother Xingyu still treats me as a brother.

Zhu Dafu sorted out his thoughts and chatted with Zhang Xingyu about the interesting things in Dongsheng Xianwu Academy.

Just as the two were chatting away, the message-transmitting bell outside the cave dwelling rang.

After a while, Meng Ruyan knocked on the door and entered, saying softly to Zhang Xingyu: "Dongsheng Xianwu Academy has sent someone to challenge you again."

"Who?" Zhang Xingyu asked.

"The challenger is named Wang Hanshan." Meng Ruyan added.

"Wang Hanshan!" Zhu Dafu was shocked.

"Brother Xingyu, I suggest you don't accept the challenge. This Wang Hanshan is far more terrifying than Wang Yong. Wang Hanshan is at the early Foundation Establishment stage, and his family is very rich; he is equipped with spirit artifacts from head to toe. He has a mid-grade spirit artifact flying sword called "Golden Light". It is said that the speed of this sword is extremely fast, often reaching the opponent before their flying sword has even been drawn. Wang Hanshan has defeated many early Foundation Establishment cultivators with this sword and was once famous in the academy."

Hearing Zhu Dafu's advice, Zhang Xingyu smiled slightly.

This challenger's strength is indeed not weak.

However, he really doesn't take Foundation Establishment cultivators seriously.

Foundation Establishment stage, it's not like I haven't been a Foundation Establishment cultivator before.

Comparing sword speed, can his flying sword be faster than my Fire Dragon?

"Senior Sister Meng, please reply to the other party. It's not impossible to challenge me. However, he must pay an appearance fee: two thousand Grade 4 Spirit Pills." Zhang Xingyu said to Meng Ruyan.

Zhu Dafu hurriedly grabbed Zhang Xingyu: "Brother Xingyu, you really want to duel with Wang Hanshan!"

Zhang Xingyu nodded: "Of course I want to fight. How can I refuse business that comes to my door?"

Zhu Dafu rubbed his nose: "Brother Xingyu, you really haven't changed! For an appearance fee, you don't even want your life?"

Zhang Xingyu patted his shoulder: "Don't worry, I want both the appearance fee and my life."

Meng Ruyan also shook her head and waved her hand to send the message-transmitting jade slip back.

Seven days later, in the evening.

Dongsheng Xianwu Academy, Duel Cloud Platform.

A large group of students surrounded the cloud platform, pointing and gesturing.

"See that? That pretty boy on the platform is Zhang Xingyu!"

"Yeah, he's a pretty boy. There's no color in his face at all, like a zombie."

"Hey, that guy Wang Yong, who prides himself on being a cultivation genius of our Dongsheng Xianwu Academy, actually lost to this zombie."

"That day was just luck, today he is meeting Wang Hanshan, the early Foundation Establishment Wang Hanshan. How could a small seventh-level Qi Refining cultivator like him be Wang Hanshan's opponent."

"Exactly, exactly, after he loses, we must make him publicly apologize to our academy!"

Zhang Xingyu stood at the edge of the cloud platform, quietly looking at the clouds in the distance.

At this moment, he remembered the way Tang Yunxi looked when watching the clouds.

I wonder, where did Tang Yunxi go?

Forget it, when I return to Nanhua Immortal Academy, I will go ask Xu Yun Lao Dao.

Xu Yun Lao Dao is the Dean of the academy, he must know her whereabouts.

The arrival of the early Foundation Establishment cultivator Wang Hanshan caused a commotion below the cloud platform.

"Wang Hanshan, go for it!"

"Wang Hanshan, defeat him!"

"Wang Hanshan, make him lick your boots!"

Wang Hanshan waved at the cheering crowd and boarded the cloud platform by sword.

"Zhang Xingyu, I didn't expect you to come so early! Are you hoping to lose early and get it over with?" Wang Hanshan smiled.

Zhang Xingyu nodded: "Stop talking nonsense. I have to go back for dinner after the fight!"

"Since you are in such a hurry, I will send you off the cloud platform with one move in a moment."

Wang Hanshan said with a smile while drawing his flying sword.

His cultivation was far higher than Zhang Xingyu's, and he was equipped with spirit artifacts from head to toe.

Spirit artifacts, even if it's just one, are things that the kid opposite can't afford.

Complete suppression in cultivation, complete suppression in equipment.

Wang Hanshan believed that the kid opposite couldn't last a minute in his hands.

"You strike first! Your cultivation is too low, your equipment is too rotten, I'll give you three moves!"

Wang Hanshan laughed loudly.

Zhang Xingyu also smiled.

Before the laughter stopped, the Golden Light in Wang Hanshan's hand had already broken into two pieces.

The Fire Dragon stopped at Wang Hanshan's throat.

"I concede!"

Zhang Xingyu cupped his hands at Wang Hanshan and jumped off the cloud platform lightly.

Zhang Xingyu left, leaving Wang Hanshan and a crowd of Dongsheng students disheveled in the night wind.