Chapter 221: Huizhou's Assembled Heroes (Combined Two-in-One)

Divine Weapon!

Li Yuan's gaze sharpened.

It was a middle-aged man in a dark, loose robe; his beard and hair were black, yet two long silver-white eyebrows grew from them, quite conspicuous.

Li Yuan's gaze shifted, landing instead on his waist.

【Jin Yu Six Yang Sword (Seventh Tier)】

【A soft sword forged from seven-stringed Wu-Xian Iron mixed with refined gold, once wielded by multiple Sword Dao Grandmasters, its spiritual nature has awakened...】

【Conditions to Command: Great Dragon Form body, Six Yang Sword Art perfected】

【Command Effect: Seventh Tier (Pale Gold): Sword Heart Illuminated, Sword Dao Talent】

【Sixth Tier (Yellow): Six Yang Sword Art Great Perfection, Sword Dao Talent, Sword Courage】

"Divine Sword!"

Li Yuan squeezed his palm, gathering his thoughts; he knew divine swords possessed spirit, and staring too directly would provoke the sword's hostility.

As if sensing Li Yuan's gaze, the man looked over, his two white eyebrows twitching.

A great master!

Li Yuan's heart skipped a beat; he slipped inconspicuously into the crowd, glancing at that spot only from the corner of his eye.

Though separated by forty meters with hundreds of people weaving between, the light of a supreme-grade famous weapon and a divine weapon converging in one place was indeed very conspicuous.

Beside that white-browed swordsman stood a black-faced old man; the two walked slowly through the crowd, and the packed crowd quietly parted to form a path, without even the path-makers realizing it.

This is extremely high-level lightness skill...

"Six Yang Sword Art? Is it the Dragon-Tiger Temple's, one of the Great Dragon Gate's supreme arts, the Crimson Dragon Six Yang Sword?"

Li Yuan muttered in his heart; relying on that white-browed swordsman and the famous sword carried on the black-faced old man's back, he quickly confirmed the identities of the two.

"Gong Gong Jiuchuan, and... Yan Yan Qingyuan?"

Li Yuan stopped, watching the two figures from afar, pondering in his heart.

Weapons with owners carry, to some extent, their masters' Wu Gong traces; relying on these traces, he could identify the masters around him and their origins.

At this moment, those possessing the Dragon-Tiger Temple's supreme-level sword arts were naturally only the two Dragon-Tiger Elders convening the Dragon-Tiger Banquet this time.

But that was all; he had no impression of these two Dragon-Tiger Temple elders, and Cloud Comfort Pavilion's intelligence contained only a few brief sentences.

He only knew that Gong Gong Jiuchuan had been famous for many years, his sword art extremely good, suspected to have successfully cultivated Marrow Refining...

"Marrow Refining, huh."

Leaning against the outer wall of a tavern, Li Yuan squinted slightly.

Old Han had force-fed him cramming for over a month; he felt his understanding of Wu Gong was very deep, especially Yi Xing.

According to Old Han, Yi Xing is a realm, yet it runs through all realms, only truly completing this realm upon reaching Marrow Refining and Blood Exchange.

If Yi Xing is the beginning of becoming non-human, then Marrow Refining and Blood Exchange is becoming thoroughly non-human!

"In legend, the Zhun Sect Grandmaster who has refined marrow and exchanged blood has bones, sinews, skin, and membranes thoroughly non-human; according to the Xiu Zhi Wu Gong they cultivate, they can even transform into the form of a spiritual beast..."

Li Yuan felt some restlessness in his heart, and also some longing.

Yi means change; the true great perfection of Yi Xing is the ability to transform into a spiritual form.

In his view, this already exceeded the scope of Wu Gong.

"Meridians, internal organs, bones and blood..."

Li Yuan entered this tavern, found an empty seat, and ordered a full table of wine and dishes.

Under this month-plus of high pressure, his progress could be called meteoric; transforming one more spiritual form and one more mortal form, the forms he had transformed reached twenty-nine, and the Soldier Dao Battle-Hammer also reached Great Perfection, but his heart was truly very weary.

Tomorrow is the tenth day of the tenth month, but he went out alone early this morning, preparing to relax his spirit.

"Battle-Hammer Great Perfection will also alter the root and bones, but not so violently; it has a flavor of moistening things silently..."

Li Yuan poured a cup of tea, soothing his mind.

The form of weapons is among the rarest of all forms; he estimated the Battle-Hammer form would need ten days or half a month of subtle influence; this was the thirtieth form he had transformed.

"At my current progress, at most seven or eight years, I can gather the hundred forms, provided the Root Diagram, weapons, and pills are all lacking nothing, and I do not obsess over spiritual forms or Heaven-and-Earth forms."

Li Yuan drank tea; transforming a spiritual form is naturally much harder than transforming a mortal form.

Old Han's month-and-a-half of high-pressure training gave him a feeling of deep settling; the previous powder-like restlessness had completely vanished.

His planning for his own Martial Dao became even clearer.

Daoist Li considered himself a person who plans before acting; practicing Wu Gong, he was also cautious, never rushing forward recklessly.

Even with this Commanding Weapon Talisman allowing rapid transformation, he felt it was still necessary to make selections.

"How to combine transformations is also a great learning; I must combine from nothing to create the Split-Sea Black Whale, even if only a prototype, requiring a vast amount of martial merit for me to choose from..."

When the wine and dishes arrived, Li Yuan ate while pondering, simultaneously listening to the conversations of other tavern patrons.

This tavern is the largest outside Hui Yan Tower, six stories high, with hundreds of patrons, including many Yi Xing masters; at this moment, various discussions never ceased.

Most were about the Dragon-Tiger Banquet; some were taking the opportunity to make friends or discuss business deals.

More, naturally, targeted the sixteen invited guests; some even opened a betting pool.

"This Dragon-Tiger Banquet is convened by Elder Gong; the invited guests total sixteen, all heroes and prodigies from the various prefectures of Huizhou; rumors even say Young Master Yan of Huai Long Palace will come!"

"Our Iron Sword Gate, honored by the trust of friends from all walks of the Jianghu, has opened this Dragon-Tiger pool; everyone may place bets to see whose judgment is most accurate!"

"Opening the pool, opening the pool! Place bets, place bets!"

With the arrival of the Iron Sword Gate people, this tavern instantly became lively; many Jianghu figures gathered, placing bets one after another.

Li Yuan also squeezed forward; he saw a black-faced man on the high platform holding up a wooden board, listing seventeen names: the sixteen guests and the suspected guest, Yan Yan Qingyuan.

"Yan Yan Qingyuan, Young Master Yan, one-to-one odds!"

"Lin Lin Dongping, Young Master Lin, two-to-one odds!"

"Fire Dragon Temple's Yue's weight, Young Master Yue, next odds two to one..."

"Divine Weapon Valley, Eight Ba Wanli, Eight Heroes, next odds four to one!"

"Li Yuan, Young Master Li, next odds one to one!"

A spectator shouted aloud, while another asked in confusion, "May I ask, sir from the Iron Sword Sect, what is this betting pool wagering on?"

"Naturally, which of the guests attending the banquet can enter the Inner Gate of Dragon Tiger Temple!"

The man from the Iron Sword Sect clasped his hands in response.

"That's not right!"

A burly swordsman frowned: "I heard those attending the banquet this time might gain the favor of Master Master Fulong; why not bet on who will inherit his legacy?"

The noise paused slightly; nearby drinkers, including the group from the Iron Sword Sect on the high platform, all turned to look at this swordsman as if he were a fool.

"Friend, if you aren't buying, don't cause trouble!"

A disciple of the Iron Sword Sect on the high platform waved a hand and coughed lightly, saying, "What are we to count as, to dare open a betting pool on Master Master Fulong's legacy?"

"Bet, bet!"

The tavern grew lively again.

"The Iron Sword Sect's odds are actually decent."

Li Yuan examined them closely; from this betting pool, one could discern a few things.

The Iron Sword Sect daring to open this betting pool clearly meant they had intelligence backing them; the Iron Sword Sect is no small sect, and though their power is not as great as Fire Dragon Temple's, they are one of the few sects radiating influence across two prefectures.

The Zhe Long Prefecture also has Iron Sword Sect territories.

"The Iron Sword Sect's pool is very precise!"

Among the spectators, some were also observing the betting pool.

"How so?"

Someone asked in confusion.

"Look at these odds; Young Master Yan's one-to-one odds are not only because his reputation is greatest, but also because it is highly likely he will not enter the Inner Gate of Dragon Tiger Temple, so whether the odds are high or low makes no difference."

"As for the others, judging by these odds, it is clearly a comprehensive consideration of Wu Gong and talent."

That spectator was not young, sporting a goatee; seeing many people gather around, he coughed lightly and analyzed in detail.

This man seemed like an old hand, very familiar with all the banquet guests; after his explanation, the many drinkers in the tavern gained a preliminary understanding of the attendees.

Of the seventeen attendees, all came from major sects; the strong were naturally from Divine Weapon Valley, Three Yuan Wu, and Pang Pang Liexue Mountain, while the weak were from powers like Fire Dragon Temple and the Iron Sword Sect.

"Eight Ba Wanli, the Eight Heroes, though the oldest in age, count as having the lowest talent; that he was invited to attend the banquet is truly strange, so the highest odds are not surprising..."

"What about Li Yuan?"

Someone asked: "I heard he joined Divine Weapon Valley only two years ago."

"Li Yuan... is low-key."

The old man pinched his beard, looking at the questioner, who was a robust youth in tight-fitting clothes, with a well-proportioned physique, vigorous vital energy, and bright eyes.

"This true disciple of Divine Weapon Valley is said to possess the Eight-Form Bone Structure; having studied for only one year, he cultivated a mediocre hammer technique to Great Perfection, thereby completing the Nine Forms and instantly becoming the tenth true disciple of Divine Weapon Valley!"

The old man glanced at the platform; the Iron Sword Sect disciples were also looking at him, wearing smiles.

"Excellent bone structure, excellent talent, and the youngest in age; in my humble opinion, this one also has the greatest hope of entering the Inner Gate of Dragon Tiger Temple!"

The other drinkers also nodded; regarding the intelligence on the banquet guests, Yun Shu Lou had been selling it hot for a month or two; those present, if not each holding a copy, were at least well-acquainted with it.

"Sigh, Dragon-Form Bone Structure, a genius in forging weapons, said to have already mastered Inner Cultivation by the age of twenty; such a genius..."

Tsk, I am quite a figure myself.

Hearing the discussion and praise from the drinkers, Daoist Li smiled warmly; although he rarely walked the Jianghu, he was now somewhat famous.

This feeling...

Li Yuan listened for quite a while before leaving, satisfied; being praised is also a way to relieve the spirit.

These odds are too fair, dispelling his desire to bet.

Exiting this tavern, Li Yuan looked around the long street, feeling only that various lights interwove like a sea.

Fucheng lacks no entry-level weapons; not to say they are everywhere, but they are close enough, yet famous artifacts remain rare; such a gathering of famous artifacts is extremely uncommon.

Li Yuan strolled along the street; the two not-so-long streets took him over an hour to walk; sensing the various weapons, his heart itched.

"Pity, no one is selling suitable weapons."

Li Yuan felt somewhat regretful, as if entering a treasure mountain yet the treasure mountain had nothing to do with him.

After wandering for a while, relying on the glow of weapons, he saw several heroes invited to the banquet, each surrounded by followers, quite imposing.

"Just by sensing the glow of weapons, most experts cannot hide from my eyes."

Glancing once at a middle-aged man by the roadside carrying a high-grade famous sword, Li Yuan left this street.

The Dragon Tiger Banquet attracted many Jianghu experts, making Dechang Prefecture lively again in winter; he wandered all the way, spending money like water, buying many good items.

He bought as many as four pairs of second-grade Spirit Leather Boots.

"There is much friction too."

Among the boots he acquired, two pairs were stained with blood; where they came from was obvious, yet Li Yuan bought them anyway; after all, he wouldn't wear them.

Thrown into the Weapon-Commanding Space, they certainly wouldn't be taken out later.

After wandering around, Li Yuan arrived at a pharmacy.

"So expensive?"

With just one glance, Li Yuan's eyes twitched; recently, there were too many experts in Dechang Prefecture, causing pill prices to skyrocket, more than thirty percent higher than before.

"Too ruthless."

Pinching his nose, he bought fewer bottles; Li Yuan's desire to learn alchemy grew stronger again.

Back in Gao Liu County, he had already had similar thoughts, even bought several pestles, and read quite a few books on identifying medicinal herbs.

It was just that the treatment for true disciples was so good later on that he gradually suppressed the idea; now, thinking about it, he might actually need to learn a skill.

The rarer the pill, the higher the price; the Spirit-Conserving Small Return Pill is already the best pill available on the market.

Divine pills are fundamentally priced beyond the market; one cannot buy them even if one wants to.

For instance, the Dragon-Transformation Pill; for a divine pill of this tier, unless one is an insider, it is impossible to get a share. If one wants it, one mostly has to search for materials oneself and find an alchemist.

"After the Great Perfection of Body Transformation, many pills are of little use to me. If I want divine pills, refining them myself is more reliable..."

Leaving the pharmacy, Li Yuan went to Yunshu Tower, bought several of the recent bestseller lists and intelligence reports, and only then turned back to the Divine Guard Army headquarters.

"Junior Brother Li!"

Li Yuan was about to go find Liu Zheng and Wang Wang Peiyao to see if they had bought anything good in the past month or two, but before he found them, he heard a voice full of vigor.

Turning around, he saw a giant man two meters thirty or forty tall, carrying a massive hammer, striding forward.

"Eldest Senior Brother?"

Li Yuan was stunned.

Ba Ba Wanli strode forward with great steps, the wind rising from his walking, looking quite spirited; the beard like straw all over his face had been shaved off at some point.

At first glance, he didn't even recognize him.

"Hahaha!"

Seeing Li Yuan's face full of shock, Ba Ba Wanli couldn't help but laugh a few times: "How about it? Didn't expect it, right?"

"Bone-Contracting Art?"

Li Yuan reacted; he had heard before that besides his hammer technique, Ba Ba Wanli also cultivated a superior Bone-Contracting Art, seemingly called something like the Yin Dragon Bone-Contracting Skill?

"Correct, my Yin Dragon Bone-Contracting Skill has already reached Great Perfection!"

Ba Ba Wanli's face was full of smiles; he instinctively reached out to pat Li Yuan's shoulder, but with that pat, his smile suddenly stopped.

"What is this?"

Retracting his hand as if struck by lightning, Ba Ba Wanli's smile turned to shock:

"You, you have cultivated the Thousand-Cent Weight Qi Art?!"

"By luck, by luck."

Daoist Li was very humble, and in a very good mood.

"... Good kid."

Looking Li Yuan up and down, Ba Ba Wanli was somewhat startled; how long had it been? This kid was actually about to reach Great Perfection of Body Transformation?

"What good thing did the Old Man give you?"

"Cough!"

Before Li Yuan could answer, Ba Ba Wanli shuddered; turning around, Han Han Chuijun had already arrived not far away.

"Master..."

Ba Ba Wanli's face stiffened.

"Where is your mistress?"

Han Han Chuijun's tone was unfriendly.

"Cough, cough, she's, she's in the disciple's courtyard."

Ba Ba Wanli lowered his head and hurriedly explained: "Disciple, disciple hasn't been messing around, just, just found her, that one."

"And then?"

Han Han Chuijun remained noncommittal.

"Disciple, disciple wants to marry her."

Ba Ba Wanli summoned his courage.

Han Han Chuijun glared at him, and only after a long while did he turn and leave: "After the Dragon-Tiger Banquet, bring her to see me."

"Thank you, Master!"

Ba Ba Wanli felt a weight lift from his heart, bowed to the ground, and was overjoyed.

"Congratulations, Senior Brother!"

Li Yuan clasped his hands to offer congratulations.

He understood a little of the bitterness of being single for several decades.

"Let's go, let your sister-in-law cook, and we'll have a good drink!"

Ba Ba Wanli was in high spirits, pulled Li Yuan along, called Fang Fang Bao Luo, Gao Gang, and others on the way, and together they went to his temporary courtyard.

"This, this is sister-in-law?"

Upon entering the door, everyone was somewhat shocked; Gao Gang found it even more incredible.

"This is sister-in-law?"

Looking at the woman who walked out of the room, Li Yuan was also somewhat surprised.

She was a petite young girl wearing a white soft silk skirt, with rosy lips and white teeth, looking only about one meter sixty tall; this...

"Correct!"

Upon entering the courtyard, Ba Ba Wanli immediately bent his body, lowered his voice considerably, and took the young girl's hand with a face full of smiles:

"Xiuxiu, come, let me introduce you. This is Gao Gang; the ugly one is named Fang, Fang Fang Bao Luo; this is my junior brother, Li Yuan, the true disciple with the number one talent in our Divine Weapon Valley..."

Tempered steel becomes soft as thread around the finger.

Ba Ba Wanli's change almost made the three of them drop their jaws; turning around, they clumsily offered their greetings.

After the young girl Yun Xiuxiu quietly offered her greetings, she went to the kitchen to busy herself, leaving the few of them staring at each other.

"Eldest Senior Brother, your, that Yin Dragon Bone-Contracting Skill, is it that powerful?"

For a long while, Gao Gang finally squeezed out those words; comparing the two figures' size difference, he was momentarily stunned.

"If I exert my full strength, I can shrink by over a foot more, but I can't maintain it for long... Why am I telling you this?"

Ba Ba Wanli's eyes widened.

"This... congratulations, Senior Brother, on meeting a worthy partner."

The three exchanged glances; though doubt lingered in their hearts, they could only cup their hands to offer congratulations.

At this banquet, Li Yuan and the other two ate very uncomfortably; mainly because the couple poured wine for each other and served each other dishes, acting as if no one else were present.

Before long, Gao Gang rose to take his leave; Li Yuan followed closely behind, while Fang Baolao, with a bitter smile on his face, also cupped his hands to bid farewell.

"Sigh!"

Once outside, the three sighed in unison, exchanged glances, and all felt as if a cat's claws were scratching their hearts.

These two, who looked so mismatched, how exactly did they end up together?

"That Yun Xiuxiu..."

Having moved a bit farther away, Fang Baolao glanced back at Ba Ba Wanli's small courtyard, frowning slightly:

"She seems to possess Wu Gong?"

"Senior Brother Fang, that's nonsense; without Wu Gong, how could one withstand Senior Brother's physique?"

Gao Gang truly couldn't hold back.

Even if the Yin Dragon Bone-Locking Art is exquisite, body weight cannot shrink with it; no matter how heavy Ba Ba Wanli is, if not eight hundred jin, then six hundred jin he certainly has.

Such a non-human fierce man, paired with such a delicate woman...

"I have already spent silver to buy information on that woman from Yun Shu Tower; in a few days, we should have a definite answer."

Fang Baolao's brows knitted tightly.

If that woman were merely greedy for Ba Ba Wanli's wealth, it would be one thing; but on the banquet, she displayed an affectionate, mutually loving demeanor, which made him feel uneasy.

With Ba Ba Wanli's physique, he truly didn't believe anyone could be mutually in love with him.

"Perhaps they truly are mutually in love? Before we have accurate information, it is better not to speculate wildly."

Li Yuan thought for a moment and said.

He didn't understand that woman, but he understood Old Han.

Given Old Han's temperament, if that woman showed even a single flaw, he would not care about Ba Ba Wanli's feelings.

"In that case, it is best."

The three exchanged glances, then agreed to go eat another meal; having only watched that couple being sickeningly sweet, they truly hadn't eaten their fill.

All day, Li Yuan relaxed his spirit.

He strolled, drank wine, conversed with fellow disciples about recent events, and met with Liu Zheng and Wang Wang Peiyao.

Before Old Han's high-pressure training began, Li Yuan had already given each of them five thousand taels in silver notes to purchase boots, ancient ornaments, and temple incense burners.

Benefiting from the arrival of martial artists from various parts of the Jianghu, the number of people fencing stolen goods in Dechang Prefecture increased; Wang Wang Peiyao actually bought thirteen pairs of first- and second-grade boots.

Liu Zheng also made gains; four thousand taels of incense money exchanged for one large and one small incense burner.

"Prosperous commerce is good; the temples in Dechang Prefecture are quite reasonable; one third-grade burner, one fourth-grade burner!"

After moving the incense burners to the small courtyard and counting the gains, Li Yuan felt satisfied inside; the ten thousand taels of silver were well spent.

At least they could combine a pair of fourth-grade boots; the remainder could combine two pairs of third-grade boots.

Since realizing the benefits of the Lightness Skill, Li Yuan had focused single-mindedly on collecting boots, pushing all other weapons aside.

With insufficient incense money, it naturally had to be used where it mattered most; combining boots offered the highest cost-performance ratio.

"Huff!"

After finishing the count, Li Yuan sat leaning against an incense burner, opened the purchased intelligence, and began learning about the other banquet attendees.

"Hmm, ages; all very old. Senior Brother is the oldest..."

Li Yuan flipped through the pages, feeling that he stood out distinctly among them: best talent, youngest age.

As for the others, the youngest were already over forty; of course, compared to Ba Ba Wanli, who was nearing his grand birthday, they were much younger.

"Yue Chongtian of Huolong Temple, Yan Xiong of Tiejian Gate, Wuwang Sword, Lin Lin Dongping..."

Li Yuan murmured silently in his heart, pondering:

"If they are not hiding anything, then the only one who seems a threat to me is Yan Yan Qingyuan."

Among the seventeen attendees, those who had mastered Form Transformation to the Great Perfection stage made up the majority; only a few, including Yan Yan Qingyuan, had reached the Through-Pulse stage, and they did not appear outstanding.

"Is Longhu Temple's siphoning that powerful, or are the eight prefectures and various sects of Huizhou all in decline?"

Li Yuan never overestimated himself, nor did he look down on his opponents.

But after flipping through the pages, he truly felt Huizhou was somewhat desolate; unless those people were hiding monsters like Old Han, otherwise...

"I can sweep through them!"

Putting away the intelligence, Li Yuan stood up, closed his eyes, and relaxed his muscles and bones.

"Hundred Beasts Thunder Dragon!"

With his eyes closed, Li Yuan could hear the surging of his blood and the friction of his muscles and bones.

Form Transformation combinations sound complex, but fundamentally, they are about integration.

Muscles, bones, skin, and membranes; limbs, torso, five viscera, and six bowels; the organs of the human body are limited; while the transformed forms can certainly be stacked, there is ultimately wear and tear.

Combination means taking one form or several forms as the main body, merging all forms, and integrating the force.

Entering the Hundred Beasts Thunder Dragon requires thirteen forms; the difficulty is very high, so high that several true disciples of the Divine Weapon Valley are not qualified to cultivate it; to say it is easy, Li Yuan possesses thirty forms, making it very easy for him to gather what is needed.

Yesterday, he had already integrated all the forms, and the Hundred Beasts Thunder Dragon had entered the initial stage.

"Hoo!"

"Haa!"

Li Li Yuanzhong slowly pushed his fist stance, feeling the changes within his body.

His spine connected throughout his entire body like a dragon; he no longer needed to consciously maintain it. With every movement, the power of various forms added to him, making his strikes swifter, his force more condensed, and his explosions more ferocious.

The same form seemed twice as strong as before!

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, Li Li Yuanzhong's heart stirred.

He slowly opened his eyes; his movements did not change, but his heart suddenly rose.

His peripheral vision swept across the night sky, and he saw a familiar Jin Guang.

"Six Yang Sword, Gong Gong Jiuchuan!"

Li Li Yuanzhong slowly pushed his fists and feet, his mind racing. These past days, he had also been waiting. According to Wang Wenyan's words, that Master Fulong Monk was likely spying from the shadows.

But he had waited so many days and the Grandmaster had not arrived; instead, this person had come...

"Everything is normal!"

After the thought turned, Li Li Yuanzhong kept his rhythm unchanged. After finishing a set of fist stances, he smoothly picked up the long Handle-heavy hammer from the corner of the wall, twisted his body, and unleashed the Soldier Dao Battle-Hammer technique.

"That Eighty Thousand Miles is simply a scoundrel. Not calming his mind before the banquet, actually..."

Outside the small courtyard, on the treetop of an old tree, Gong Gong Jiuchuan and another stood side by side, their expressions not very good:

"Tomorrow, let Shan Xuan Ji strike harder. If there are no techniques worth looking at, throw them out directly!"

The Dragon-Tiger Banquet concerns the face of the Dragon-Tiger Temple. Before the banquet opens, examining the banquet participants is the rule of past generations.

Who can enter the gate and who cannot was already decided before the banquet began.

Yan Yan Sanxing frowned:

"This Li Li Yuanzhong looks..."

Buzz!

Suddenly, the sound of the hammer came; both men's expressions changed somewhat:

"Soldier Dao Battle-Hammer, Great Perfection?"

"This kid..."

A pair of Bai Mei eyebrows raised; even Gong Gong Jiuchuan was somewhat shocked.

A supreme secret transmission reaching Great Perfection; he did not care. The Dragon-Tiger Temple had no shortage of such disciples. But according to the intelligence, this kid had only joined the Divine Weapon Valley for two and a half years?

Hammer techniques belong to the strange weapons; among all martial arts, they are considered the difficult kind to learn. Let alone two and a half years, even reaching Great Perfection in five years would make one a genius.

"At this Dragon-Tiger Banquet, this person's talent is first!"

Yan Yan Sanxing's eyes flickered as he gave his evaluation: "Looking at his form, he has already succeeded in Form Transformation. According to the rules, he should be able to enter the Inner Gate directly, but..."

"Hmm..."

Gong Gong Jiuchuan frowned, naturally knowing what he wanted to say.

"Regarding Chu Shan Xuan Kong there..."

Seeing him not speak, Yan Yan Sanxing opened his mouth:

"What does Senior Brother think?"

"We issued the invitation a second time; that is already giving him enough face!"

Gong Gong Jiuchuan gave him a Longhu Longhu Dandan look:

"Not to mention Chu Shan Xuan Kong is not yet the Hall Master of the Dragon Chant Hall. Even if he were, the inheritance of the Sect Master's robe is not something he can decide!"

"Senior Brother speaks the truth."

Yan Yan Sanxing thought for a moment, his expression softening: "According to the Sect Master's temperament, he should have arrived already, right?"

"Hard to say..."

Gong Gong Jiuchuan shook his head: "He is getting sicker and sicker. His forgetfulness is too great. The last time we met, he almost forgot me."

"This..."

Yan Yan Sanxing's face turned bitter.

"The Chu surname person also sent someone, didn't they? Tomorrow, let his people guard the pass."

After looking deeply at the youth dancing with the hammer in the courtyard, Gong Gong Jiuchuan floated away gracefully. His lightness skill was excellent; his feet did not touch the ground, and he had already vanished into the night sky.

"Gone!"

Sensing the light disappear, Li Li Yuanzhong put down the hammer at the right moment. Just as he was pondering the intentions of the two, he suddenly heard a 'Zhi' scream.

"Hmm?!"

Li Li Yuanzhong's body moved, catching the little mouse that darted out of the house. Looking closely, he saw the dim room filled with pure Bai Guang.

Within the light, a 'Monk' wearing a Daoist robe, with no hair and no beard, red lips and white teeth, sat cross-legged on the ground.

His appearance was solemn, about a foot tall...