Chapter 1673 If Li Yudi were still alive
He was under the ring at that time.
The scene on the ring was not much different from today.
However, at that time, the southern countries represented by Gumo were mocking the people in the northern martial arts world, saying that they were all half-baked and not worthy of this arena at all.
The young man in blue jumped onto the stage just as the man was laughing.
He had a face that could charm all the women in the martial arts world. The smile on his lips was frivolous but not coquettish. On his waist was a long sword with a black scabbard and a rough wine jug. He exuded a carefree and unrestrained air, as if he was born to be a young knight who traveled the world with a sword.
He squinted his eyes and smiled, looking drunk. However, he always managed to steady himself when he was about to fall, and circled around the man.
"You said the northern nations were all half-baked, but I thought you southerners were all half-baked."
The unknown boy smiled and said,
"I have traveled through the fifty-six cities of the Southern Kingdom and challenged the masters of the seven royal capitals, but I have never been defeated."
As he spoke, he pointed his black scabbard at the people below the stage.
"Look, there are quite a few of my defeated opponents sitting here. I'd like to know if this arena has any magical effect that can instantly increase the power of you, the low-ranking southern martial artists, and turn defeat into victory."
The pitch-black scabbard swayed as it casually pointed at most of the people below the stage. Wherever the tip of the sword reached, many people turned pale and shut up.
Finally, he smiled lightly, raised his head slightly, drew his sword, and the sharp tip of the sword pointed steadily at the person on the stage.
The overwhelming danger instantly filled the entire arena, and the people on the stage who had just been arrogant and angry suddenly widened their eyes and showed surprise.
The young man in blue clothes opposite slowly raised his lips and smiled.
"Come."
He was extremely frivolous, speaking word by word,
"Let me see your sword."
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"That was probably a battle that no one who saw it would ever forget, and it was a round-the-clock battle."
Seventh Brother narrowed his eyes slightly, and said slowly as if he was recalling something,
"He challenged masters from all thirty-six kingdoms and swept through nineteen capitals without a single defeat. Yet, after finally securing first place, he threw the Jianghu Order, coveted by all in the martial arts world, to the second-place finisher, the current leader. He then jumped up, cursing, and went to look for Zhou Ziheng, who had slipped away."
He still remembered that it was the best season for crabapple blossoms. The young man, carrying his sword and wine jug, jumped off the stage and ran down the bluestone steps. When someone asked him his name, he answered without even turning his head.
"Whose jade flute's sound is quietly flying, spreading into the spring breeze all over Luo City. This young master was born in Chiwei Luoyang, and is Li Yudi, the only son of the Li family. From now on, if anyone says that there are no people in the northern countries, remember to report my name! Hahahahaha~"
Even the whisper in that laughter was filled with a carefreeness that was more unrestrained than the wind and the youthful boldness of youth, which makes people feel their blood boil whenever they think of it.
There was a sudden scream on the stage. Seventh Brother pulled himself out of his memories and cast his gaze on the stage. He saw that the gangsters from Jinliang Country were teasing the provocateur like a monkey.
He didn't knock anyone off the ring, nor did he use his sword to hurt anyone. He didn't even draw his sword, but just relied on the scabbard to beat people until they screamed in pain.
The Seventh Brother watched from afar, sighed softly, and murmured to himself,
"If Li Yudi were still alive..."
Suddenly, there was a whistling sound, which instantly hit the stage from below.
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