Therefore, Zhao Xingyuan simply asked Zhao Longer to disguise himself as a woman, and put all his hopes on her.

Otherwise, when I get old, the sect has no successors, and other people will definitely covet the position of suzerain.

…

"Okay, okay, everyone, stop making trouble!"

Suddenly, the old man named Yang stood up and said, "There is no swordsman who can enter the Immortal Sword Tavern with poor strength, otherwise he would not let him in, right? So let's not judge people by their appearance. Everyone sit down together, drink tea and drink, take a rest, and prepare for tomorrow's Longhushan Sword Fighting Competition!"

"Well, Elder Yang is right!"

Someone chimed in.

That's right, after seeing Li Chengfeng make a move, none of them dared to look down on Li Chengfeng, Li Lizhi and others.

They even thought that Li Shimin behind Li Chengfeng was a top and peerless swordsman.

For a moment, no one dared to call their attention.

But that won't work.

If no one comes to make trouble, there will be no naughty rewards.

What's the point?

…

Li Chengfeng sat on the chair, looked left and right, looked around, hoping to find someone who was more picky.

Suddenly, Li Chengfeng noticed that there seemed to be a pair of eyes on the left, staring at him?

Li Chengfeng turned his head to look.

It turned out to be a young boy with bright eyes looking at him.

When Li Chengfeng looked towards him, that boy turned his head away immediately, not daring to Li Chengfeng, and even blushed a little on his face?

My mother?

It's fine if you spy on me, but you still blush?

What are you capable of?

What kind of hero are you?

Don't blush if you have the courage to look at it?

It's too much, I won't be liked by boys, right?

Li Chengfeng started to panic.

…

"When it comes to swordsmanship, the Nanshan Sword Emperor Ye Sanyao is the strongest! I heard that this year's Longhushan Sword Fighting Competition, Sword Emperor Ye Sanyao and Sword Saint Yun Feiyang will come together!"

Someone in the crowd spoke, and the chatterbox suddenly opened up.

Then someone agreed: "Yes, after all, the Longhushan Sword Fighting Competition is a small competition once a year, and a competition for the number one swordsman in the world once every ten years! As of today, ten years have passed! Ten years have passed, and the next one Who is the number one swordsman in the world?"

On the side, a man in white clothes said, "The number one swordsman in the world last time was a solitary knight, walking alone, wearing black clothes, and wearing a bamboo hat. Not many people have even seen his real appearance , People only know his name, Xuanyuanhu! Speaking of this man, Xuanyuanhu, he really comes and goes without a trace. I was lucky enough to meet him ten years ago. I was shocked by his fierce domineering! To say that he is the number one swordsman in the world is indeed worthy of his name!"

"Oh, it's a pity that the Sword Emperor and the Sword Master don't come out of the rivers and lakes again. If they are old people, how can it be our turn to fight for the title of number one in the world!"

"Both of them are existences at the pinnacle of swordsmanship! But for me, there is also the suzerain of Wushan Wuxingmen. Powerful swordsmen come to participate in the world's number one sword fighting competition, and it is estimated that no one is their opponent!"

"It's hard to say, but I have to admit that Wushan Wuxingmen is indeed the strongest swordsmanship sect at present!"

People began to chat freely, chatting about who is the identity of the world's number one swordsman.

Some people say that it should belong to the Sword Emperor and Sword Saint.

Others say that they are already old, and now it is the world of the younger generation, and they were just number one in the past.

Some say it's Xuanyuan Fox, while others say it's the suzerain of the Five Elements Gate in Wushan.

But as far as the current situation is concerned, the most powerful one is none other than the Suzerain of Yuanshan Sword Sect, Zhao Xingyuan.

…

However, at this moment, a loud shout sounded, saying: "Welcome to the Great Master of Sword Dao, Wang Ming, hurry up, please come inside!"

"What? Wang Ming, the master of swordsmanship, is also here?"

"Wow? Wang Ming? Ten years ago, the existence of one man, one sword, and one enemy with one hundred? Is he here too?"

"That's right, this person can definitely rank among the top ten in the Tang Dynasty in terms of kendo martial arts! He is very powerful, and he is also one of the candidates for the first place in this year's Longhushan Sword Fighting Competition! It can be said that he and Zhao Xingyuan The suzerain's strength is comparable, it's hard to distinguish between equals!"

"Well, Wang Ming is very powerful. He created a move called the Tengu Sword Technique. With a single swing of the sword, the wind and clouds are everywhere, and the sky changes drastically! It's as strong as the Tengu eating the moon!"

"Yes, this person is indeed terrifying!"

Everyone discussed and looked at the door.

Immediately afterwards, an old man in a white robe, holding a long sword wrapped in white cloth in his arms, came slowly.

The old man looked serious and serious.

He raised his head and looked at the layout of the Immortal Sword Restaurant with his eyes, as well as the sitting postures of the people, and wanted to see if there were any old acquaintances there.

The shop waiter came to pick him up, but he waved his hand and said: "No need to entertain, I naturally have a place to go!"

After finishing speaking, Wang Ming held the long sword wrapped in white cloth and slowly walked towards Li Chengfeng.

Afterwards, many swordsmen gave up their seats to him, hoping that he could take the position he had done.

In this way, they will also have more face, and they can chat with Mr. Wang Ming!

However, Wang Ming directly chose to ignore them, and instead came to Li Chengfeng's side, saying: "My little friend, you don't mind if the old man is by your side?"

"Huh? Don't mind, don't mind, come and sit, don't be polite!"

Li Chengfeng laughed.

He was worried that no one could play tricks, so it might be worth being naughty.

However, at this moment, Wang Ming suddenly noticed the old man beside Li Chengfeng.

His eyes froze for a moment, his face paled in shock.

Wang Ming stood up immediately~lightnovelpub.net~ bowed slightly to the old man, and said, "Bye, see the old man!"

Yun Feiyang smiled and waved his hands, saying: "Haha, I haven't seen you for many years, but you can still recognize me at a glance! I remember the time when I met you thirty years ago, you were not so old, what happened recently? Why did you become so emaciated?"

Wang Ming sighed, and said: "It's just that you can't break through when you reach the bottleneck. There are obstacles in your heart, so you will be more and more haggard day and night!"

Yun Feiyang smiled and said: "Haha, this is a level that every swordsman will eventually go through. After all, it is really difficult to reach the sky if you want to achieve the ultimate in swordsmanship!"

"I hope that the old man can teach his disciples a lesson!"

"Haha, don't dare to act, dare not act!"

Yun Feiyang waved his hand.

On the other hand, Wang Ming didn't dare to sit down.

Even if Yun Feiyang asked Wang Ming to sit down, he still sat upright.

Everyone was stunned.

What the **** is this? The great master of kendo, Wang Ming, actually paid homage to an old man?

What is the identity of that old man?