Chapter 131 Yan Chixia

“Miss Nie? Miss Nie?”

Shi Potian shouted twice but no one answered. He scratched his head, feeling a little annoyed: “Did I say something wrong again? Oh, if only Junior Sister was here!”

Hearing the increasingly rapid sound of weapons clashing in the distance, Shi Potian frowned slightly, jumped onto the roof, and ran towards the sound. Just when he was halfway there, the sound of weapons clashing suddenly stopped.

Then, a rough voice was heard saying helplessly: “Brother Xiahou, I have already hidden here, why are you still not willing to give up?”

“Yan Chixia, you were lucky enough to defeat me last time, but that may not happen this time!”

“Brother Xiahou, you have been saying this for seven years. Why are you still stubborn? In the past seven years, you have chased me wherever I went. Is it worth wasting my youth and time like this?”

“Yan Chixia, I’m here to challenge you in a duel, not to listen to your preaching! Let’s see if it’s worth it first!”

Before he finished his words, the sound of weapons clashing rang out again, accompanied by shouts that continued like a downpour, and the fight became more intense.

When Shi Potian heard that it was a martial arts competition, his brows immediately relaxed. He leaped forward, crossed two courtyards, and saw two people fighting in the courtyard.

One was a middle-aged Taoist priest with a scruffy face and unkempt appearance.

One is a black-robed warrior with eyebrows flying into his temples and eyes like an eagle.

Both of them are highly skilled in martial arts. Their bodies are as fast as lightning, and their swords are as powerful as thunder. As they move around, they sometimes cross paths and sometimes separate. All that can be seen is the flashing of cold light and the sound of swords clashing.

More importantly, these two people have extremely exquisite control over true Qi. Each of their moves seems to have little power, and the sword will only cut the object in half when it hits it. But in fact, they have achieved the goal of condensing but not releasing the true Qi, and not wasting any true Qi.

Among the people Shi Potian had ever met, the only one who could do this in such a fierce fight was Fang Zheng, who had mastered the Yi Jin Jing to perfection.

Even his master Yue Buqun was still a little bit behind.

Shi Potian only watched a few moves, then he became fully focused and quickly identified the two men: “The one in black should be Brother Xiahou, and the Taoist priest with the big beard is Yan Chixia.”

The black-robed warrior attacked with every move, his sword skills were ferocious and vicious, and every move was aimed directly at the vital points, which seemed to force the middle-aged Taoist priest to defend more and attack less, and he had the upper hand.

But in Shi Potian’s eyes, he saw the calmness of the middle-aged Taoist priest. He even had the energy to glance in his direction, obviously having noticed his arrival.

However, the black-robed warrior was impatient and eager to win, so he focused all his attention on the middle-aged Taoist priest. However, he did not realize that this actually put him at a disadvantage, as his moves were inconsistent and his sword was fast but inaccurate.

The two people’s martial arts levels are no longer on the same level.

As long as the middle-aged Taoist Yan Chixia is willing, the outcome will be decided in an instant.

Yan Chixia hid in Lanruo Temple, a remote and desolate place, just to get rid of Xiahou’s entanglement.

Now, less than half a month of leisure had passed and Xiahou came to him again. He was already full of impatience, and after noticing Shi Potian’s presence, he became even more irritated.

“Why is there another fool coming to Lanruo Temple?”

Yan Chixia cursed in his heart, but he couldn’t bear to see Shi Potian die at the hands of the ghost, so he suddenly jumped up, seemingly unable to defeat Xiahou’s swordsmanship and forced to dodge, but when Xiahou caught up with him, he kicked the wall with his right foot, turned around and stabbed with a sword.

The long sword passed across the air with ordinary moves, taking only one advantage of the surprise. But when the sword was halfway through, it suddenly shook slightly, and immediately one sword turned into two swords, two swords turned into four swords, and four swords turned into eight swords.

In an instant.

The sky was filled with sword lights, surging like a rain curtain, enveloping Xiahou.

Xiahou was so shocked that he didn’t know how to respond and could only retreat in panic.

Seeing such exquisite swordsmanship, Shi Potian couldn’t help but exclaimed, “Good swordsmanship!” Suddenly his expression changed, he looked towards the direction of the courtyard gate and shouted loudly, “Don’t come in!” But he was still a step too late.

“Hey, is anyone there?”

A young scholar who looked to be in his twenties, wearing an ink-blue shirt, carrying a book box on his back and holding a lantern in his hand, walked into the yard.

Hearing Shi Potian’s voice, Ning Caichen’s face lit up with joy, but the next second he widened his eyes and a look of horror appeared on his face. It turned out that Xiahou had retreated in front of him, causing him to be enveloped in the sword light of Yan Chixia.

Shi Potian didn’t have time to think, he grabbed the long sword at his waist and instantly poured his true energy into the sword. With a “clang” sound, the long sword flew out of the sheath, like a white silk thread across the sky, and shot towards Yan Chixia’s long sword.

Yan Chixia noticed the movement behind him and turned around suddenly, with a look of surprise on his face.

when!when!when!when!
The two swords collided with each other in succession, causing several loud noises. The sword light in the sky dissipated in an instant, and Shi Potian’s sword flew back and fell into the sheath. He had already come between Yan Chixia and Xiahou.

Yan Chixia’s sword stopped half an inch in front of Xiahou’s eyebrows.

Xiahou’s eardrums were hurt by the loud noises, and looking at the sword tip that was so close to him, his head was dazed and he stood there, motionless.

On the contrary, Ning Caichen came to his senses after the initial shock, bowed to Shi Potian and said gratefully: “Thank you very much for saving my life!”

Shi Potian waved his hands quickly, not daring to take credit for it: “It was Taoist Master Yan who stopped on his own. It makes no difference whether I struck him with the sword or not. You don’t need to thank me. If you want to thank someone, you should thank Taoist Master Yan.”

Yan Chixia had already retracted his sword and was looking Shi Potian up and down, his eyes full of surprise and suspicion.

He originally thought that Shi Potian’s sword was a sword-controlling technique, but when the swords collided, he found that the long sword did not have any soul attached to it, only pure true energy.

For a moment, Yan Chixia even thought that he had made a mistake.

Having lived for so long, he had only seen people controlling objects and swords with their spirits. This was the first time he had seen someone using only their true energy to perform the sword-controlling technique!
Shi Potian looked at Yan Chixia with admiration and exclaimed: “Master Yan, your sword is really powerful! My master said that in this world…”

He wanted to say, “No one in this world can block my sword,” but suddenly remembered that this was no longer the same world as before, so he changed his words and said, “If it weren’t for Daoist Master Yan showing mercy, I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to block even one sword.”

Others may not know what happened just now, but he himself knows it very well.

Each of Yan Chixia’s swords was stronger than the last, and it was obvious that he was holding back and showing mercy.

Yan Chixia’s old face turned slightly red.

Shi Potian thought that Yan Chixia was just like him when he faced Ding Mian, holding back from beginning to end.

This is not the case.

Yan Chixia only used one-third of his strength in the first strike, but in the following strikes, with a feeling of surprise and curiosity, he kept increasing his strength.

The last sword had already been used with all his strength to knock Shi Potian’s sword back!

There is no such thing as showing mercy!

Instead, he took advantage of the weapon in his hand!

Yan Chixia was about to explain when Xiahou on the other side suddenly came to his senses, staring at Shi Potian, his face changed and blood even seeped from the corner of his mouth.

“You are hurt?”

Shi Potian was startled and stepped forward to help Xiahou heal his wounds.

“It has nothing to do with you.”

Xiahou uttered these words coldly from between his teeth, turned around and walked out.

Shi Potian stood there blankly, his face full of confusion, muttering to himself: “Did I say something wrong again?”

Yan Chixia snorted coldly and said, “You’re not wrong! He is too ambitious and wants to be the best swordsman in the world. When he saw you were so young, his Tao heart collapsed and he couldn’t stand it! What are you two doing here again?”

Ning Caichen said, “I’m here to stay the night.”

Shi Potian said: “I saw that this was the only place with people around, so I wanted to come and ask for advice.”

Yan Chixia said, “People? Which eye of yours saw that there are people here? There are only ghosts here! If you don’t want to be haunted by ghosts, leave quickly! It’s too late, you can’t leave even if you want to!”

(End of this chapter)