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Volume 5: The Eight Parts of the Dragon Chapter 259: Zichang

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    Chapter 259 Zichang

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled and nodded: "Since Senior Sang is interested, let's make a gesture with our hands."

    Sang Mike nodded and smiled. He didn't expect Xiao Yuesheng to be so happy. A world-famous master like him often doesn't take action easily.

    "Sang Lao, let me be a pawn!" A middle-aged man stood tall and said solemnly with his fists clasped.

    His face is like a crown jade, with a slight purple aura, and his red phoenix eyes are shining brightly, which can illuminate the soul, and are powerful. There is a mustache on his lips, as thick as ink, as black as white jade.  When his face is reflected, black and white are clear, adding a bit of elegance and elegance.

    "Haha, it's brother Zichang, okay, then I'll give this one to you!" Sang Mike turned around, saw it was him, laughed a few times, turned back to Xiao Yuesheng and said: "Xiao Daxia, his surname is Yuan, and his courtesy name is Zi.  Chang is my old friend!"

    Xiao Yuesheng looked at Yuan Zichang, nodded slowly and smiled, as a greeting.

    This Yuan Zichang is already middle-aged but still has his handsome appearance. His inner strength is as deep as the vast ocean, unfathomable and even better than Fang Xueqing.

    But for Xiao Yuesheng, no matter how deep the true energy of a martial arts master is, it is not a life-threatening threat, it is just a step away from the enemy.

    Comparing the true energy of a martial arts master to the innate energy is like the comparison between a wooden sword and an iron sword. When a wooden sword stabs the body, although it hurts, it does not cause much damage.

    His innate energy can withstand the true energy of a martial arts master. Even if he is injured, his innate energy can be repaired immediately without losing his vitality or risking his life.

    Furthermore, when it comes to the depth of inner strength, no one in the world can match it.

    He was sizing up Yuan Zichang, and Yuan Zichang was also sizing him up. His eyes were gleaming, sharp and substantial, with a compelling majesty.

    "Xiao Guanlan's fame has spread throughout our Western Xia martial arts world, and Yuan is like thunder. I can see you today. It's true that being famous is not as good as meeting!" Yuan Zichang looked solemn and majestic.

    "A little false reputation is nothing." Xiao Yuesheng smiled and looked at him: "Brother Yuan has profound inner strength, where does he come from?"

    "Yuan has no family or sect, and he is just a man in the mountains!" Yuan Zichang smiled lightly.

    Xiao Yuesheng¡¯s eyebrows twitched, he glanced at the people around him, and said with a smile: ¡°No one can have such martial arts, I admire you!¡±

    "Yuan is just lucky, it doesn't count as a skill!" Yuan Zichang looked calm and said in a deep voice: "Xiao Daxia, let's stop talking nonsense and do it!"

    ¡°Okay, please¡ª¡ª!¡± Xiao Yuesheng nodded and stretched out his hand.

    "Offended!" Yuan Zichang unsheathed his sword, handed it over gently, and sent the sword tip out, sliding to Xiao Yuesheng.

    Xiao Yuesheng remained calm, his body tilted slightly to one side, his feet were like nails on the ground, his movements were slight, as if he was just twisting his body carelessly.

    "Duh¡ª¡ª!" There was a sharp roar.

    Yuanzi Chang's sword was extremely fast. He extended the sword out, and the tip of the sword had already reached his chest, but it was pierced through the air, and it was close to his left rib, missing by just a hair.

    "Buzz" The sword trembled violently, as if it was angry and coming to life. He followed the momentum and slashed Xiao Yuesheng's shoulder.

    "Xiao Yuesheng's legs didn't move, but he smoothly stretched out a foot, just barely avoiding the tip of the sword, and it was just a hair's breadth.

    Yuan Zichang¡¯s face darkened, a purple light flashed across his face, and he was angry in his heart. Xiao Guanlan¡¯s move clearly showed that he didn¡¯t take himself seriously. It was really abominable!

    The surrounding Xixia people were staring closely at the field, breathless, hoping that Yuan Zi would be victorious, defeat Xiao Guanlan, and increase the prestige of the Xixia martial arts world.

    Everyone in the field knew Yuan Zichang. This man rose like a comet ten years ago. He had no family or sect, but his martial arts were extremely high.

    He has extremely deep internal strength, and his swordsmanship is simple and not very subtle, but he wins with a quick word. He relies on his internal strength to be tyrannical, suppress others with his power, and bully others with his strength. No one in the Xixia martial arts world can beat him to this day.

    Lingshan Sect is a famous sect in Xixia. The Supreme Elder Sang Mike has always been hiding in Lingshan, practicing hard in seclusion, and is rarely seen in the martial arts world.

    But no one expected that Yuan Zichang and Sang Mike had been friends for many years and had a close friendship. This was a secret in the martial arts world.

    Seeing him draw his sword, Fang was well-known for his reputation. The sword thrust out with a powerful sound, like a giant tree beating out, with the force of a mountain. If he stepped forward, he would not be able to stop him even with a sword.

    Yuan Zichang's face was filled with purple energy, his eyes were shining brightly, as if they were real, and the long sword suddenly became silent, as if it was being drawn in the water.

    He thrust out his sword, and the surrounding air rippled. Everyone could see it clearly, as if the air had turned into a visible lake.

    Xiao Yuesheng said "Hey", he didn't expect that his swordsmanship had reached such a level, that he could lift a heavy weight with ease, which was really rare.

      This time he did not dodge again. He stretched out his left hand, bent his index finger, and flicked it in front of him.

    Yuanzi often draws his sword silently, piercing the air barrier. It looks unpleasant, but its speed is like lightning, and there is no way to avoid it.

    The tip of the sword seemed to be close to Xiao Yuesheng's hand. He flicked it lightly and hit the tip of the sword with his index finger.

    "Ding" A clear voice sounded, like a dragon's roar, lingering.

    "What a sword!" Xiao Yuesheng praised, slowly retracted his hands into his sleeves, and smiled faintly at Yuan Zichang: "Brother Yuan, accept it!"

    Yuan Zichang's face was filled with purple mist, as if a layer of purple mist covered his face, slowly dissipating, revealing a face as beautiful as a crown jewel.

    His eyes were bright and flashed twice, and the long sword was quickly returned to the sheath, with his right hand behind his back and his left hand stretched forward, making a gesture of acceptance: "Xiao Daxia is well-deserved, Yuan is willing to be defeated!"

    His face was serious, not like he was joking, but everyone around him looked at each other, wondering why he suddenly gave in, and they were admiring his dazzling swordsmanship.

    Sang Mike frowned and carefully recalled the situation just now, but his sword was too fast and he couldn't see the trajectory clearly, and he couldn't understand what happened between the two.

    According to his understanding, the veteran disciple is arrogant and domineering. He will never give up easily unless he suffers a big loss.

    It seems that Xiao Guanlan's martial arts is extremely high, and he is no match for him.

    He and Yuanzi often interacted, but they didn't know each other without fighting. The two met accidentally and had friction, so they started fighting.

    After getting along with him, he got to know Yuan Zichang's character. He looked peaceful, but deep down he was arrogant and arrogant. Only a few people caught his eye.

    He remained expressionless and silent.

    Yuan Zi often turned back to him with a heavy face, shook his head at him, and signaled him not to take action with his eyes.

    Xiao Yuesheng glanced at Yuan Zichang, but he didn't expect that Yuan Zichang acted neatly. Once he knew he was losing, he would stop immediately.

    He respected such a person and did not use Beiming Magic.

    With just a flick of the finger, the internal energy condensed by the Yi Jin Jing and the Beiming Divine Skill poured out, like the Yangtze River, the internal energy is so vast that there is no way to stop it.

    His internal energy is pure and vast. It is transmitted through the sword body and has the potential to destroy everything. Although Yuan Zichang is tyrannical and his internal energy is unfathomable, it pales in comparison to Xiao Yuesheng.

    He could barely hold the sword with his arm. After putting the sword into its sheath, his arm kept trembling, and severe soreness and numbness kept coming.

    "Haha, Brother Yuan's martial arts is so powerful that he is unparalleled in the world. Since he is no match for him, I won't show my shame!" Sang Mike hugged his fists and laughed.

    Xiao Yuesheng nodded gently, nodded in a friendly manner, smiled, and said nothing more.

    This Sang Mi Ke is a man who has matured with age. Although his martial arts are strong, when his energy is at its peak, his reason prevails and he will not bring shame on himself.

    He slowly glanced around, looking at the people in the Xixia martial arts community around him, trying to see if anyone else had jumped out.

    "Let me meet you for a while!" A soft voice suddenly sounded, and a woman with a graceful figure appeared in front of Xiao Yuesheng.

    He frowned slightly, this woman had a graceful figure, and her skin was as white and delicate as milk under her black clothes.

    She is about 20 years old, with beautiful appearance, slightly frowning eyebrows, a delicate temperament that I feel pity for, and a pair of sparkling watery eyes that make people's hearts flutter.

    She doesn¡¯t have to have any expression, just these eyes are enough to captivate the soul. Xiao Yuesheng secretly sighed in his heart, this is a God-given beauty.

    "Sir, I'll come." Fang Xueqing appeared lightly and stood beside him.

    Xiao Yuesheng nodded slowly.

    "Who are you?!" the woman in black scolded, her eyebrows furrowed, her expression displeased.

    Fang Xueqing, dressed in white as snow, said calmly: "My young master won't do anything to women, so I can only do it for you!"

    ¡°Are you Fang Xueqing?!¡± The girl in black¡¯s eyes lit up.

    Fang Xueqing nodded slowly, calmly and calmly, with the air of a general.
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