“I’ll challenge you.”
“Cousin, you wait, I, Bai Li Dong Jun, I’ll do what I say.”
Bai Li Dong Jun had a serious expression on his face. This time he ran away from home, and he saw the appearance of the world of martial arts, which made him yearn for it and determined to practice martial arts hard. He didn't want to be the best, but at least he didn't want to be worse than the so-called Eight Young Masters of Bei Li.
Hearing his words, Wen Nan Tian took a sip of wine and laughed: “Okay, I’ll wait for you.”
“Really?”
Although Bai Li Dong Jun wanted to challenge Wen Nan Tian, he was still very aware of his own limitations. When he didn't know any martial arts, Wen Nan Tian was already the top genius among the young generation of the Southwest Dao.
When would he be able to challenge Wen Nan Tian?
“Yes!”
Wen Nan Tian nodded. The words ‘I’ll give you time to catch up, until you can no longer see me’ almost came out of his mouth. Fortunately, he changed it in time: “Your talent is not bad, you have a natural martial vein and a solid foundation. If you work hard, you will surely achieve great things in the future.”
“Natural martial vein?”
Si Kong Chang Feng, who was burying his head in eating, looked up in confusion and asked.
“Natural martial…”
But just as Wen Nan Tian was about to answer, a voice suddenly interrupted him.
“Everyone, we’ve had our fill of food and drink. Why don’t I start things off?”
“Zheng!”
Accompanied by a clear ringing of a sword, a young man in a yellow robe, with a jade belt around his waist, and a handsome face, holding a sword, landed in the center of Qing Yue Lou. His long sword pointed directly at Wen Nan Tian, full of provocation.
“I’ve heard that Young Master Wen Nan Tian’s swordsmanship is unparalleled, the sword of a Sword Immortal. I, Zhang Dan Feng, of the Raining Gate, ask Young Master Wen Nan Tian for a lesson.”
“Zhang Dan Feng?”
Wen Nan Tian's eyes moved slightly. This man was quite famous in the world of martial arts.
His nickname was, “Within eight steps, no one can stand against him.”
He wielded a Raining Sword of the Cang Hai grade, and his signature move was the Drunken Sword Eight Styles.
His strongest sword, a fast sword that was unpredictable, would leave a person headless with a flash of the blade. Although he had just entered the Realm of Self-Reliance, his power was even greater than many old masters in the Realm of Self-Reliance. Rumors said that he would break through to the Xiāoyáo Tiān Jìng Realm within three years.
“A little bit of fame is good.”
Wen Nan Tian smiled and nodded, his figure flickered and appeared by a potted peach tree that was placed on the window sill of Qing Yue Lou. He reached out and broke off a peach branch before gracefully landing in front of Zhang Dan Feng.
“Draw your sword. As the first opponent this evening, I allow you to use all your swords.”
Although Wen Nan Tian agreed, his words, his attitude, especially the peach branch in his hand, made Zhang Dan Feng’s face look bad. Was he being so belittled?
“I’ve heard of Young Master Wen Nan Tian’s name, the Sword Immortal, and it’s like thunder to my ears. Since Young Master is so gracious, then I won’t be polite.” Zhang Dan Feng cupped his fist, then threw his Raining Sword into the air, spinning at high speed.
“Drunken Sword Eight Styles.”
In an instant, the Raining Sword appeared in multiple shadows in the sight of everyone, changing in a flash, as if there were eight Raining Swords, all stabbing at Wen Nan Tian at the same time.
“Sword dances in all directions, reality and illusion intertwine.”
“Indeed, a good sword technique.”
Wen Nan Tian praised. The peach branch in his hand casually pointed, without any extra movement. He flicked the peach branch in an empty space, but it knocked the Raining Sword, which seemed to have turned into eight, flying back, instantly inserting itself into the ground.
“But, it’s only good.”
At this time, Wen Nan Tian’s second sentence slowly rang out.
“Hiss~!”
“Zhang Dan Feng actually lost?”
“He used his signature Drunken Sword Eight Styles as soon as he made his move, but he didn’t even get to use one move?”
In an instant, countless people felt goosebumps all over their bodies.
Zhang Dan Feng was one of the top swordsmanship geniuses in the Southwest Dao. At the age of twenty-four, he had already stepped into the Realm of Self-Reliance. If the Jade Ranking was not awarded every year, many people would think he could have been included in the Jade Ranking.
But now…
That instant, the Drunken Sword Eight Styles, which made everyone feel like they were drunk and unable to see clearly, was completely broken by the peach branch that Wen Nan Tian casually picked from Qing Yue Lou.
No one doubted that if the two were not exchanging moves, but fighting to the death, Zhang Dan Feng would probably be easily killed by Wen Nan Tian in one move.
“I’ve lost!”
Zhang Dan Feng took a few steps back, looked down at the Raining Sword at his feet, bowed deeply: “Thank you, Young Master Wen Nan Tian, for your lesson. The Sword Immortal’s sword is indeed worthy of its name. I’m convinced!”
The exchange was short, but he gained a lot.
The moment Wen Nan Tian made his move, the person who seemed to be full of flaws suddenly became perfectly natural. Instead, the place where the peach branch pointed was the weakest point of his Drunken Sword Eight Styles.
In other words, Wen Nan Tian defeated him, but also pointed out a fatal flaw in his sword technique.
Zhang Dan Feng did not lose in vain.
Wen Nan Tian nodded with satisfaction and casually pointed out: “Your sword is not fast enough, not sharp enough. The Drunken Sword Eight Styles has not been perfected, and there is still great room for improvement. Do not be obsessed with illusion, but focus on reality.”
“Thank you, Young Master, for your guidance.”
Zhang Dan Feng bowed and thanked him.
Being able to receive guidance from the ‘Sword Immortal’ was a great honor and fortune for him.
“I am Mo Qian Chou, the Wine Swordmaster, and I ask Young Master Wen Nan Tian for a lesson.”
“I am Huan Jian Ying Luo, and I ask Young Master Wen Nan Tian for a lesson.”
“I am Ji Luo An of the Moon-Watching Tower, and I ask Young Master Wen Nan Tian for a lesson.”
“.....”
Seeing that the first challenger, Zhang Dan Feng, had benefited greatly, the other talented young people of the Southwest Dao could no longer hold back. One by one, they jumped out to challenge Wen Nan Tian, actually hoping to receive guidance from Wen Nan Tian.
“Look carefully, the Drunken Sword Eight Styles should be used like this.”
Wen Nan Tian waved the peach branch in his hand, and it seemed to disappear in the eyes of everyone. No, it didn’t disappear, but turned into multiple shadows, countless sword shadows slashing towards the first challenger, Mo Qian Chou. He looked at the peach branch falling, unable to dodge, unable to resist, not even knowing what was real or fake.
Next, Wen Nan Tian showed everyone what it meant to learn something the moment you saw it.
As long as he saw a sword technique displayed in front of him once, it would become a more powerful sword technique that he could use at will. Although everyone could see that he was just imitating, it was not exactly the same, it still made all the challengers benefit greatly.
Almost everyone gained something.
Therefore, each person also came up with their strongest skills to ask Wen Nan Tian for instruction.
“A good banquet for the young generation, why did it turn into a Sword Asking Gathering for these young talents of the Southwest Dao, a special session of Wen Nan Tian’s teaching?”
Liu Yue, Xiao Ruofeng and the others were dumbfounded. They had no idea why a good challenge had turned into this??
Can’t you young people of the Southwest Dao be more ambitious?
Are you eager to try?
Are you not going to give up?
Why have you all become so eager to ask for instruction?
Are you really treating Wen Nan Tian as a Sword Immortal invited by your Eight Young Masters, allowing you to ask him for swordsmanship, and giving you guidance?
At this time, Wen Nan Tian looked at the Reputation value in his mind that was constantly increasing, and the progress of the template of Deng Tai A, the Peach Sword God, had instantly broken through 20% and was still rising. Looking at this group of leeks, cough, these young heroes of the Southwest Dao, his gaze softened a little.
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