When Tang Jingquan heard this, he felt insulted and scolded: "You are too arrogant. There is no trace of the humility and low-keyness that a Xia country person should have in you."
"If you don't take Wu Zong seriously, you will pay the price sooner or later and die in a foreign country!"
"Also, you came at the right time. Tomorrow is the day when Wuzong will hold a martial arts conference. This is a grand gathering for all martial artists in Yingzhou, which happens once every ten years."
"You alone may be besieged by the entire martial arts world!"
Qin Fan chuckled: "If it were the martial arts world of Xia Kingdom, I might be worried."
"Small Yingzhou is only a province, so how big is the martial arts world?"
Tang Jingquan's eyes widened.
Qin Fan added: "Moreover, this is good news for me. I can take this opportunity to catch them all and destroy the Yingzhou martial arts world."
Tang Jingquan's pupils trembled and he was too surprised to speak.
After saying that, Qin Fan waved his hand and used the petrified essence on Tang Jingquan, asking her to stand for a night before going to rest.
That night.
In Osaka, heavy snow falls at the castle tower dojo.
Here is the first dojo of Wuzong, the Tenshou Pavilion Dojo, one of the three sects in Yingzhou.
A motorcade was covered with dust and stopped outside the castle tower. More than a hundred people got off the vehicle.
Half are wearing samurai uniforms.
Half were wearing tuxedos.
They supported a gray-haired old man in a tuxedo suit into the dojo.
This old man has short hair and short hair. He looks like he is seventy years old, but his facial features are rosy, as if he is middle-aged. He is full of heaven and has a breath like a dragon.
The sky is covered with heavy snow, so you can't get closer than 80 meters.
His feet were even more strange. There was obviously a thick layer of snow, but when the old man walked up there, he didn't leave any footprints.
The whole person looks very, very clean and spotless.
This old man is none other than the second sect leader of the Wuzong, Genda Zhenxiong, the current patriarch of the Qingwa Gen clan, and one of the two mythical masters of Yingzhou martial arts.
The middle-aged men in tuxedos behind him, as well as many large and small financial groups and societies, all respected him as their teacher.
Tonight, Genda Zhenxiong received a piece of top-secret information, and immediately left the Second Grand Dojo of the Wuzong, the Izumo Dojo, and rushed to the Castle Tower Dojo.
"Brother, you are here."
In the second gate of the castle tower, a group of men in different-colored samurai uniforms were waiting to greet him.
The leader was a skinny old man of similar age, with gray hair and as thin as a bone.
He seemed to be a hundred years old, with dirty eyes and waning years. He still held a cane in his hand. He looked like an old man who was about to die.
But the people around him bowed their heads, and no one dared to be disrespectful to the old man.
This is such an old man who is about to wither away. He is none other than the great master of the Wuzong, Iga Homasa!
The contemporary Danjin Grandmaster of the Iga family is as famous as Genda Genda in martial arts.
At this moment, Iga Fazheng slightly raised his hand to Genda Zhenxiong, using the etiquette of the Xia Kingdom: "Brother Zhenxiong, after three years of seclusion, your martial arts has improved again."
"Brother, I am getting old, and I am increasingly unable to do what I do. I haven't touched the sword in ten years."
Genda Zhenxiong smiled modestly: "Brother, you are being humble. Your swordsmanship reached the realm of swordless twenty years ago. Twenty years later, your swordsmanship will probably be close to the realm of the heavenly sword."
"My elder brother's understanding of the great road of heaven and earth must be ahead of his younger brother's."
Iga Homasei sighed slightly: "The realm of Heavenly Sword is so difficult, it belongs to the realm of gods."
"Brother Zhenxiong, you have cultivated to the level of Buddhism where 'the heart is like a clear mirror and the body is dust-free'. I am afraid that half of your feet have already entered the divine realm."
Genda Zhenxiong nodded: "I dare not deceive my brother. My brother has been able to enter that level sometimes, but he cannot last long."
"Where's my brother?"
Iga Fazheng raised his head and looked at the sky with a look of awe: "The Heavenly Sword is as difficult as climbing to the sky. Twenty years have passed by in vain, and it is like walking on thin ice, and I can only barely take half a step!"
Genda Zhenxiong was overjoyed: "Congratulations, brother, for stepping into the half-step god realm!"
"Twenty years ago, we faced Zhou Ziheng together and witnessed the most glorious sword strike from the Kingdom of Shangbang in 500 years. We were breathless for twenty years."
"Now, we have all stepped out of the shadow of that sword, and we have taken a step further, and the realm of gods is in sight."
"By the way, what is Master Qin's background? He is so arrogant and dares to suppress a country by one person?"
Iga Fazhengdao: "According to the information, this boy comes from the south of the Yangtze River. He first destroyed Maoshan and then disintegrated the Li family, the old capital. He is invincible and is known as a juvenile myth. He is only eighteen years old this year."
"His cultivation has reached the middle stage of foundation establishment, and his real combat power is probably close to the late stage of foundation establishment!"
"Already quite famous in Xia Kingdom!"
"I'm heading east today, hoping to conquer a country with one man, and aiming to conquer the plateau. I'm afraid I'm coming prepared. I want to imitate the ancient warriors of the Xia Kingdom, sweep away our Yingzhou, and destroy our country's military fortune."
"This is a battle of survival for the martial arts community in Yingzhou."
Genda Zhenxiong said calmly: "How capable can a hairless child be?"
"How can a hairless child be as powerful as Zhou Ziheng's unparalleled sword strike twenty years ago?"
"He traveled east to Yingzhou and didn't go to the Shadow Sect or the Divine Palace. He came to our Wuzong first and treated us like soft persimmons that he could pinch whenever he wanted?"
"If he wants to fight, then fight!"
…
It's night, in the north of Xia Kingdom.
Lake Baiga is covered with ice for thousands of miles and heavy snow falls across the sky.
An imposing middle-aged man wearing a thin white Tang suit was sitting cross-legged on the frozen lake fishing.
The sky was filled with ice and snow, and it was impossible to get close to him within a radius of 100 meters.
On the back side of the lake, there is a road with bright lights and hundreds of tanks, tanks, helicopters, artillery, missile vehicles, and eight thousand troops. Their guns are all pointed at the old man, ready to go.
The sky for dozens of miles around was filled with a chilling atmosphere because of the presence of this army.
However, the eight thousand troops did not dare to take a step forward.
No one dares to stop middle-aged people from fishing, and middle-aged people seem to have become the masters of Lake Baikal.
This man is Zhou Ziheng, the Northern Sword God, who is known as the man closest to God in the world.
A royal sword, the light of the sword comes out of the northern border, shocking hundreds of thousands of troops!
With one man's strength, he suppressed the Snow Country army and retreated to the north shore of Lake Baiga.
At this time, a fixed-wing aircraft fell from the sky and taxied on the lake. After it stopped, a woman in white flew over, hid next to Zhou Ziheng, and whispered a few words in a low voice.
"Master's cliff information, Master Qin..."
Hearing this, Zhou Ziheng's Gujing Wubo's eyes were slightly shocked at this moment: "Master Qin traveled east to Yingzhou, hoping to conquer a country with one man, sweep across the three realms, and aspire to the plateau?!"
"This young man is really brave!"
Before he finished speaking, terrifying cracks appeared on the frozen surface of Lake Baikal.
This kind of crack spread to thousands of meters away in an instant.
It was as if there was an earthquake.
Between the heaven and the earth, there were roars, and a terrifying sense of oppression emerged.
The woman in white could not bear the pressure and immediately knelt down.
The eight thousand troops on the north shore also felt this terrifying pressure, and their bodies instantly became a hundred times colder.
"The king's sword is vibrating! Master has such a strong fighting spirit!"
The woman in white's beautiful eyes trembled as she blurted out.
Zhou Ziheng closed his eyes slightly, and the fearful pressure between heaven and earth gradually dissipated, and the earthquake gradually calmed down.
The woman in white asked respectfully: "Master, what should I do?"
Zhou Ziheng said indifferently: "I traveled east as a teacher twenty years ago. I first defeated the two heroes of the Wuzong. Then I tried my best in my life to reach Jieshi in the east and met the Phoenix Goddess."
"I also saw the insurmountable gap between each other. That gap is not the gap between people, but the gap between humans and God."
"Facing the goddess of the plateau, if you don't become a god, you will eventually turn into ashes!"
The woman in white shuddered. This was the first time she saw Master so humble.
Zhou Ziheng said with pity on his face: "With Master Qin's strength, I'm afraid he won't even be able to pass the test of the two heroes of the Wuzong. Let's set out now to persuade him to come back."
"This son was a young hero and a pillar of the country. It is a pity that he died."