69novels Chapter 55 Uninvited Guest
Chapter 55 Uninvited Guest
Liang Chen defeated two opponents in succession, his momentum soaring and his arrogance overflowing.
Lin Xian'er leaned close to Sheng Wansong and whispered, "Although he's powerful, we might be able to take him down if we all attack together."
Upon hearing this, Sheng Wansong shook his head.
"How could these disciples from prestigious families easily outnumber the weak, unless no one else witnessed it?"
"Moreover, I think Liang Chen must have another trump card up his sleeve."
Lin Xian'er was immediately horrified and looked back at the sword platform.
Liang Chen stood proudly in the center of the room, his gaze already fixed on her.
Lin Xian'er shrank back and took two steps back to protect Sheng Wansong in front of her.
Sheng Wansong met Liang Chen's gaze, smiled slightly at the latter, and then whispered to Xian'er.
"I still prefer your heroic and dignified appearance on the day you held the martial arts contest to choose a husband."
Xian'er stuck out her tongue from behind him. "Even being heroic has its limits. If you can't beat someone, you should still back down."
"I'll find a way to get my revenge when I'm much stronger in the future."
She peeked out from behind Sheng Wansong's shoulder, looking at Liang Chen, and asked, "Brother Wansong, can you beat him?"
"Easy as pie."
The sounds that Xian'er could hear also reached Liang Chen's ears.
He pointed this way, beckoned with his finger, and shouted, "Come here!"
Just as Sheng Wansong was about to accept the challenge, a commotion suddenly broke out at the entrance of Jianping, and another uninvited guest arrived.
"How could our Divine Fire Sect miss such a grand event?"
A large group of people walked in from the entrance.
The leader, dressed imposingly and with fire-patterned features, was a middle-aged man around forty years old.
To his left and right were a young couple.
The man was a burly fellow whom Sheng Wansong had never seen before.
But the woman, Sheng Wansong, had met her once.
The woman, who had been wearing a seductive smile, caught her breath, her smile froze, and she instinctively stopped walking when her gaze fell on Sheng Wansong in the crowd.
Sheng Wansong shook his head slightly, signaling her to remain silent.
The imposing man sensed something amiss, but without turning around, he murmured, "Yao Ji?"
Yao Ji quickly replied, "Father, Yao Ji was just thinking about some happy things."
Ouyang Heng, the master of the Famous Sword Manor, stepped forward and said coldly, "Xuan Li, this is a grand gathering of the Central Plains martial arts world. What does it have to do with your Extraterrestrial Divine Fire Sect?"
"Guests are always welcome."
Xuan Li's smile was fake. "Why does the Master of the Manor have to keep people at arm's length?"
"Moreover, I have brought with me classified intelligence concerning the safety of the Central Plains."
The burly man behind Xuan Li strode forward and stood in front of Liang Chen.
The burly man was also carrying a large sword, a Western Region curved sword.
"We're all wielding knives, so let me, Fang Kuohai, see whether the Central Plains knife technique is superior or our Divine Fire Knife Technique is more powerful."
Ouyang Heng's sword energy was poised to be unleashed. "Those without an invitation to participate in the Sword Appraisal Gathering are not permitted to attend."
To everyone's surprise, Liang Chen actually accepted the challenge.
"There's no need for the Master to personally intervene in the matter of such a minor junior."
The two swordsmen locked eyes, the atmosphere tense.
Liang Chen raised the Blood Blade again, unleashing the Blood Sea Blade Technique once more, filling the scene with an aura of blood.
Fang Kuohai, however, was not a turtle that would take a beating.
Fang Kuohai also held his curved blade horizontally, and with the Divine Fire Heart Technique running at high speed, a raging fire ignited on the blade.
The intense flames ignite the air, causing light to distort.
The illusion of a sea of blood thus reveals its flaws.
"Blood Sea Demon Blade!"
"A wildfire spreads!"
The fire-wielding sword and the blood-stained sword clashed, yet they were evenly matched, neither able to gain the upper hand.
Xuan Li's expression was solemn. He had thought that this trip was a sure thing, but he did not expect that the first battle would go wrong.
With the outcome uncertain, Liang Chen burst into laughter.
His aura and skill level actually increased rapidly in an instant.
As the head of the Six Doors, Shenhou had seen many strange abilities and skills from all over the world. At this moment, he recognized it at a glance and exclaimed in surprise.
"The Secret Method of Burning Life in Siam!"
"This method burns through one's lifespan potential in exchange for a significant increase in power in a short period!"
"How dare you use it so easily?"
Blood splattered across the sky, and the Blood Blade suddenly swelled, growing even stronger with each laugh, completely overwhelming the Fire Blade.
As the fire subsided, Fang Kuohai was sent flying backward, crashing back to where the Divine Fire Sect members were.
Liang Chen wins.
"Liang Chen has long vowed that he will never be defeated in this life."
Even if I die, I will have no regrets!
Xuan Li narrowed his eyes and saw that his eldest disciple was pale and barely breathing. He took out a Crimson Pill and fed it to him.
After taking the pill, Fang Kuohai finally regained some color in his face.
Liang Chen was in high spirits on the field, though a few streaks of gray had appeared on his forehead.
He doesn't care about his own life at all; whoever steps up will likely be defeated by him.
Everyone looked at each other.
"I guess I'll have to do it."
Just as Sheng Wansong was about to take the field.
The old monk from Shaolin Temple clasped his hands together and chanted Amitabha Buddha.
"Benefactor Liang has fought several battles in a row, and he must be exhausted. Even if someone were to defeat him, it would be an unfair victory. It would be better to stop here and continue the fight tomorrow."
"I don't need to rest!"
Although Liang Chen was indignant, Ouyang Heng said, "Abbot Yuanjue is right. Let's fight again tomorrow."
This move serves two purposes: firstly, to diminish Liang Chen's momentum.
Secondly, it was to discuss countermeasures and see what methods could be used to defeat Liang Chen.
Even Xuan Li, the uninvited guest, had no objection to this suggestion.
Seeing that things were hopeless, Liang Chen curled his lip in disdain and walked towards the side room.
Xuan Li and the leaders of various sects went to Tai'a Pavilion to discuss so-called confidential information concerning the Central Plains, while the disciples scattered in different places.
Seeing Yuwen Lie approaching him, Sheng Wansong patted An Lan on the shoulder, telling her and Lin Xian'er to find somewhere to play.
"Brother Sheng, are you confident?"
Sheng Wansong modestly replied, "Ten percent."
"I have complete confidence."
"That means victory is assured."
Yuwen Lie rolled his eyes, not entirely believing him. "I need to find a place to cultivate. Brother Sheng, would you like to come with me?"
"it is good."
The two walked together, and when they came to a forest, they heard the sound of a guzheng (a traditional Chinese zither).
Sheng Wansong doesn't know much about music, but that doesn't matter, he has a cheat code.
Nie Xiaoqian, hidden in the fan, whispered in his ear, "Young master, this piece is called 'Maple Bridge and Clouds,' but it has long been lost, and the one played is only a fragment."
Yuwen Lie had already heard it, "Such a beautiful melody, yet for some reason, it has a sense of oppression."
Just as the two were about to find the sound of the zither, they discovered that the old beggar was blocking their way.
"trouble."
Just as Sheng Wansong was wondering how to get rid of him, he found that the old beggar was ignoring him and had hooked his arm around Yuwen Lie's shoulder to pull him away.
Yuwen Lie gave Sheng Wansong an apologetic smile and left with the old beggar.
"When did these two start dating?"
Sheng Wansong rubbed his chin, not paying much attention, and walked towards the source of the music again.
After walking for a short while, a pavilion came into view, with the words "Tingxin Pavilion" inscribed on it.
The woman playing the guzheng in the pavilion was indeed a stunningly beautiful woman with skin as white as snow.
The woman in blue noticed Sheng Wansong's arrival and frowned slightly.
She was waiting for someone, but not this man; she was waiting for the childhood sweetheart she had missed.