Chapter 54: Top 100 Warriors
The West Market of Jiuli City is extremely prosperous. Not only have all the major forces in Lizhou opened their headquarters here, but the names of some of the million-dollar powerful families and sects from the other six states in the southern border can often be seen on the signs on both sides of the street.
For example, the Cangli tribe is at the level of a powerful clan with millions of people.
The number of people that a power can directly influence can reach millions. Of course, not every one of the Nine Li and Nine Tribes can get the title of a million-strong clan.
The Nine Tribes of Jiuli had actually long since fallen, but because they had rarely participated in world affairs over the past hundred years, no one knew their true strengths and weaknesses, so they could barely maintain the dignity of being the only ancient tribe with tens of millions of people in Lingxiao Habitat. They could be respected by the cultivators of the world just like Zuoqiu and Longmen, the tens of millions of people in the world.
Lizhou in the southern border, adjacent to the Sea of Blood and the Netherworld, has always been shrouded in mystery.
Fourteen years ago, the world was beginning to be in turmoil, and forces from various external states flocked to Lizhou to escape the disaster, and many martial arts conflicts broke out.
During the fierce conflict of that half year, none of the younger generation of the Jiuli tribe could fight. All the leaders of the nine Jiuli tribes were defeated. Even the chiefs of the Jiuli tribes were defeated six times in a row by Yang Shenjing, the first master of the Sui clan, in a duel in the Mengshan Mountains. The other three were defeated by the three supreme elders of the Chen clan, a powerful clan with millions of people.
The three generations of old, middle-aged and young people are getting worse and worse with each generation. Losing all face is the least of their worries.
More importantly, the battle at Mengshan completely exposed the weak nature of the Jiuli tribe, and the ancient name that their ancestors had fought for collapsed. The core interests of the Jiuli tribe, the "Jiuli City Daoyu", were cut off in several pieces to build the Suizong, Sanchen Palace, Tianyi Gate, and Guanhai Pavilion.
The most powerful of them, Sui Zong, was just a small follower who helped the Jiuli tribe transport coffins from another world a thousand years ago.
Zhao Zhizhuo's springs and five seas were destroyed by Yao Qian, the current leader of the Sui clan, in a fierce martial arts conflict fourteen years ago.
In the carriage, Zhao Zhizhuo told Li Weiyi about what happened in the past. He sighed and felt like a huge mountain was pressing down on his heart. He said, "In fact, if the various tribes of Jiuli can be united enough, our overall strength will definitely be above that of Suizong. It will not be so easy for outsiders to defeat us. Suizong relied on Yang Shenjing and Yao Qian to subdue the two generations of the old middle class of the Jiuli tribe."
"A thousand years ago, the top magic weapon that symbolized the leader of the Jiuli tribe disappeared. After that, no matter who became the leader, the tribes were unwilling to accept it and fought overtly and covertly. Over time, the Jiuli tribe had no leader and each tribe ruled its own way. To be able to maintain its dignity for a thousand years is considered to be a person with a deep foundation and able to withstand defeat."
Li Weiyi was very interested in that turbulent era and asked, "Is there really someone who can suppress the entire Lizhou population by himself?"
Zhao Zhizhuo nodded, and many bad memories emerged in his mind, especially the figure that left a shadow in his heart. He said, "Now you understand why the young patriarch has such a great influence, right? Because the elders of the various tribes of Jiuli saw hope in him. If the younger generation of the Jiuli tribe had been competitive enough, even if the old and middle generations had failed, the outside world would at least praise that the ancient tribe had a promising future, but the first two generations were not strong enough."
Neither of them had the mood or interest to stroll around the West Market, and after spending a large sum of money to purchase the spring liquid, they left the bustling market area and walked along the Shenlong Street, which was more than ten feet wide and ran across the north and south of Jiuli City.
Li Weiyi was planning to find an inn suitable for senior masters to live in, so that he could ask the senior in the coffin placed in the evil camel bell to help Zhao Zhizhuo reshape the spring.
He was very cautious about this matter, including buying the spring fluid, and he always wore a mask.
"It seems like someone is watching us!"
Li Weiyi had been on guard against being followed, and when he noticed something, he looked back.
The carriage following behind them was pulled by a five-meter-tall exotic animal, a silver-horned elk. Its wheels and body were either gilded or made of pure gold. It looked extremely luxurious and gorgeous.
The curtains of the carriage were made of white gauze, and one could faintly see the handsome figure sitting inside.
Li Weiyi had just asked Zhao Zhizhuo to pull over when the silver-horned elk behind them came up with the cart. It was so tall and majestic that it made their cart-drawing horse look like a small donkey.
The breath that was released made the "little donkey" restless and it almost fell to the ground trembling.
The golden carriage, carrying a faint fragrance, stopped beside Li Weiyi.
The figure behind the white veil looked at him through the veil and said with a joking tone, "I was mistaken on the boat that day. I thought he was just a low-ranking servant of the Cangli tribe. I didn't expect that he was a master of magic and martial arts. Even the two Qiquan martial artists of the Changlin Gang died in your hands."
It’s Yang Yun.
Yang Qingxi's younger brother, the outstanding figure of Suizong who opened Eight Springs at the age of seventeen.
Li Weiyi recognized it was him and said calmly, "I was also wrong! On the boat that day, I thought Young Master Yang was an innocent boy, but looking at your attitude today, it doesn't seem like that!"
Yang Yun hated the fact that the other party was obviously of lower status and cultivation, but was not afraid of him at all, so he said: "I heard that you have more than one magic weapon, but I don't have any. I gave you a Yongquan coin on the boat that day, how about you give me a magic weapon today?"
Li Weiyi said, "I am used to being poor, so I can't be as generous as Mr. Yang. You act like a wealthy man in front of Miss Li Si, so why don't you buy one for yourself?"
There was disappointment in Yang Yun's tone: "People should not be too greedy. You must understand the principle of losing money to avoid disaster. You just made a fortune of 100,000 silver coins in the Changlin Gang, but you are reluctant to give up a magic weapon. It seems that there will be a bloody disaster today... Haha... Let's go..."
“Da da!”
The silver-horned elk pulled the cart and went straight ahead.
Li Weiyi looked at the golden frame of the car under the sun and became alert. Since Yang Yun appeared here, it was impossible that he was here just to say those words. He must have some other intention.
Li Weiyi asked, "Old Zhao, would the Yang clan dare to kill people in the streets of the city?"
Zhao Zhizhuo was a little worried: "It's hard to say! Since the defeat of Lingxiao Palace in the past two years, the various righteous armies have won victory after victory. In Lizhou, the powerful clans and sects are increasingly looking down on the governor's office and the city defense camp. Of course, Jia Shou went to meet you yesterday. Given the friendship between the Yang clan and the Cangli tribe, Yang Yun should not do anything too excessive. Otherwise, it would be a slap in Jia Shou's face!"
Lingxiao Palace is the ruler of the twenty-eight states in Lingxiao Habitat and the supreme political power. The governors of each state are personally appointed and dispatched by Yu Yaozi.
At least that's the case so far.
"careful!"
Li Weiyi's ears twitched slightly, his face changed suddenly, and he grabbed Zhao Zhizhuo's left shoulder.
The two men fell to the center of Shenlong Street.
Almost in an instant, a freak master who was nearly four meters tall, shaped like a giant ape, with silver hair on his back, jumped down from the rooftop on the right side, holding an iron rod that was more than two meters long and nearly as thick as a bowl, and smashed the place where Li Weiyi and Zhao Zhizhuo had just been sitting to pieces.
“Boom!”
The shaft of the cart broke and the strong horse was frightened and ran away.
The carriage at the rear was shattered to pieces.
The iron rod was so heavy that it was deeply embedded under the broken stone slab.
It can be imagined that if Li Weiyi had reacted a moment later, he and Zhao Zhizhuo would have turned into a pile of mud at this moment.
Li Weiyi just wanted to bring everyone from Earth to settle down in this strange world, and then practice martial arts in peace. He never took the initiative to cause trouble, and he didn't want to fight.
But, it was so thrilling just now, I almost had a brush with death.
He drew out the Yellow Dragon Sword on his back and stared at the Silver-horned Elk carriage that had already gone far away. He saw that the carriage turned a corner a hundred steps away and headed towards Li Weiyi. The people in the carriage looked ready to watch the show.
"roar!"
The giant ape-like freak missed the first strike, so he immediately raised his stick, took a step forward and arrived in front of Li Weiyi, and swung the second stick like a mountain falling on his head.
Li Weiyi had never encountered such a terrible opponent.
The iron rod was obviously extremely heavy, but in his hands, it was extremely dexterous.
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This stick was so skillfully wielded that it created a strong gust of wind, as if to blow him away.
If it was his previous opponent, Li Weiyi would have tried to dodge even if he was not strong enough. But the stick coming down from above made him feel like he couldn't dodge it no matter what.
I don’t know where to attack, and I don’t know where to avoid.
"His fighting skills are better than mine. His attainments in stick fighting are close to Taoism."
This thought flashed through Li Weiyi's mind, and then he no longer had any other thoughts. He swung his sword and collided with the iron rod.
It's like a mountain pressing down on you.
The overwhelming force was transmitted to him from the Yellow Dragon Sword.
"boom!"
Li Weiyi retreated several feet away, his knuckles were cracked, and his fingers could hardly hold the hilt of the sword.
"Old Zhao, you go first!"
Li Weiyi knew that he was no match for the other party, so he immediately mobilized the five springs in his body, and the surging magic power poured into the sixty veins in his body, and then flowed to his right arm. The pain in his palm and fingers dissipated, and was replaced by vigorous and endless power.
The fighting spirit boiled over.
Finally, before the giant ape monster attacked again, a layer of light appeared on the edge of the Yellow Dragon Sword.
"Taiyi opens the sea!"
He didn't dare to hold back at all and swung his sword out.
The sword energy broke through the wind, and the sword marks disappeared forever, as if the sword could really split the sea in half. At least that's what Li Weiyi thought at the moment.
I have never reached such a mental state before! The terrifying power came again, and Li Weiyi was shocked back three steps.
But the power of this sword shocked all the spectators. It actually cut the iron stick in the giant ape's hand, which was as thick as a bowl, into two pieces. The lingering sound of the sword left a foot-long blood mark on his chest, successfully shocking him to the spot, and he dared not take another step forward.
In the distance, inside the frame of the silver-horned elk.
"Is this his magic weapon? What a beautiful sword, what a sharp magic weapon. I wish it was mine."
Yang Yun was wearing a cloud satin robe, sitting on a seat covered with white fox fur, using a foot-long green whetstone to sharpen a three-inch-long knife. The blade had been sharpened to a mirror-like surface that could reflect people.
But the knife that he had always treasured seemed more and more ordinary the more he looked at it.
I don’t think I like it that much!
The tiger-like monster driving the car said, "Master, the city defense camp is almost here."
"Then let's go! He's just a Qiquan martial artist, but he has a magical weapon, which adds a lot to his combat power. We have helped to test it out, and the killers of the Five Burial Temple should know what's going on."
Yang Yun put the knife back into the hidden sheath in his boot and asked, "You say, we are giving face to the Cangli tribe, right?"
The tiger-like freak driving the car said, "The silver-backed ape Yao Zhengsheng who did it was found in Qiquan Hall. The one who killed people was the Wuzang Temple. How can it have anything to do with us? Young Master, you are worrying too much!"
"Who is stronger, you or Yao Zhengsheng?" Yang Yun asked.
The tiger-like freak said, "In the Qiquan Hall, I rank 72nd and he rank 82nd. We are both among the top 100 warriors in Lizhou. We are both equally matched!"
"You have already applied for your second Five Seas Pill. Don't let my sister down again this time!" Yang Yun said.
The tiger-like freak showed great joy. He had accepted his fate after failing to break through the realm the first time he took the Five Seas Pill. Who would have thought that there would be a second chance? "Lu Can will serve the young lady and the young master until death in this life."
(End of this chapter)