Zhang Sanfeng's expression immediately became serious.
Although this person had yet to enter the restaurant, just from this sharp killing intent, the other party was definitely an expert.
A top-notch expert.
He was definitely not someone that Yu Canghai could compare to.
"Friends outside, since you're here, why don't you come in for a chat?”
Zhang Sanfeng could clearly feel that the aura emitted by the other party was clearly directed at him.
However, although this killing intent was sharp, it was not mixed with any resentment. It was as pure as the spring snow.
Although he didn't know what the other party meant, Zhang Sanfeng didn't want to dodge.
It was a blessing, not a curse, but a curse that could not be avoided.
For such a peerless expert, the distance between them was very close.
Since that was the case, it was better to face it openly.
A man slowly walked in as he spoke.
He stood upright, his white clothes were like snow, but the sword at his waist was black, long, narrow, and ancient, exuding a sharp sword intent.
The man stood there like a peerless sword.
The sword had not been unsheathed and its sharpness was not revealed, but it still could not hide the peerless magnificence of the famous sword.
He looked at Zhang Sanfeng, and his pupils constricted slightly.
He probably didn't expect that the owner of the surging inner strength was so young.
Zhang Sanfeng's mind was filled with thoughts, but he still couldn't figure out who this person was.
This world was too big, and there were too many experts.
He cupped his hands.
"May I ask this friend's name?”
"Ximen Chuixue."
His words were very short, as if he did not want to say a word more.
Zhang Sanfeng's expression changed slightly.
So it was him.
Sword God Ximen Chuixue.
There was a type of person who was close to the realm of gods because he was already ruthless.
There was a sword technique that no one could see.
Because those who were lucky enough to witness it were already buried.
This person, the owner of this sword, was Ximen Chuixue, a man who was close to becoming a god.
"So it's the Sword God. I'm Zhang Sanfeng of Wudang.”
Seeing that the other party was Ximen Chuixue, Zhang Sanfeng felt relieved.
In this world, there was probably no one who could make Ximen Chuixue become an assassin.
He had no enmity with Ximen Chuixue.
Ximen Chuixue's lips moved slightly.
"Young man, you are very good!"
Zhang Sanfeng smiled faintly and quietly listened to Ximen Chuixue's next words.
It seemed that the other party was really coming for him.
At this moment, Zhang Sanfeng's internal strength had already gathered and was ready to go.
Although his strength had increased greatly, he was facing the Sword God.
He was one of the few people with the best martial arts skills in the world.
Zhang Sanfeng did not have the slightest confidence in facing Ximen Chuixue.
But if the other party wanted to fight, then he would fight.
He, Zhang Sanfeng, would never retreat.
"You're still too young, you're no match for me.”
Ximen Chuixue said calmly.
His words were filled with great confidence.
Zhang Sanfeng did not speak.
He knew that Ximen Chuixue was speaking the truth.
Zhang Sanfeng's time in martial arts was still too short. It was far from the time to compete with a peerless expert like Ximen Chuixue.
"However, your heart is very sincere. Only those who were sincere could reach the peak of swordsmanship. Those who were not sincere were not worthy of discussing swordsmanship.”
Hearing this, Yu Canghai, who was kneeling on the ground, trembled.
As the Sect Leader of the Qingcheng Sect, he naturally knew about the Sword God and Ximen Chui.
This was definitely an expert that he had to look up to.
Yu Cangshen was also a master of the sword, and his Pine Wind Sword Technique was rarely matched in Jianghu.
However, he still had some self-awareness. He knew that his sword art was not worth mentioning compared to Ximen Chuishen's sword art.
What Ximen Chuixue was talking about was the true essence of using the sword.
At the very least, this was the sword path that Ximen Chuixue acknowledged.
It was a sword path that pointed straight to the path of the Sword God.
At this moment, Yu Canghai suddenly understood a lot.
Why had it been so difficult for his martial arts to improve in recent years?
The reason was probably because he was not sincere enough.
He had always been thinking about the Evil-Warding Sword Manual and wanted to obtain peerless martial arts.
He had forgotten his sincerity in the sword and his sword path.
And these were the most fundamental aspects of an expert.
It was much more important than any secret manual.
Zhang Sanfeng smiled.
"Sword God, if you want me, Zhang Sanfeng, to compete with you, you can come to Wudang Mountain three years later. I will definitely not disappoint you.”
This sentence was said very calmly and very seriously.
As long as he had three years to grow, Zhang Sanfeng had absolute confidence that he could even defeat Ximen Chuixue.
"Good!"
Ximen Chuixue's words were still short and forceful.
"Three years later, I will join Wudang. I hope you won't disappoint me.”
He was a person who was truly obsessed with the sword. He was very happy to see a young expert grow up and become his opponent.
Only in this way could he hone his Sword Dao.
Even though the martial world was huge, he could not find many opponents.
After saying that, Ximen Chuixue turned around and walked out of the building.
In an instant, that shocking killing intent drifted away without a trace.
"Three years."
Zhang Sanfeng muttered to himself.
Three years was definitely enough.
Three years later, he would defeat the Sword God.
Zhang Sanfeng clenched his fists slightly, his eyes filled with confidence.
He glanced at Yu Canghai who was lying on the ground.
"Butong!"
"Butong!"
……
The surrounding disciples of the Qingcheng Monastery knelt down and begged for mercy.
Zhang Sanfeng sneered. His figure flashed like a ghost as he passed through the crowd and left the restaurant.
In the restaurant, the people of the Qingcheng Monastery were still staring at him, but there was no sign of them breathing.
These people had their heart meridians broken by Zhang Sanfeng's palm force.
When they massacred the Lin Family Escort Agency, they probably did not expect that they would one day end up like this.
After leaving Hui Yan Building, Zhang Sanfeng saw a few fast horses galloping past.
The people on the horses were clearly holding the flag of the Five Mountains.
Judging from their attire, they should be disciples of the Mount Song Sect. The place they were heading to was the direction that the people of the Eternal Mountain Sect were heading in.
"Zuo Lengchan, this ambitious person, could it be that he wants to kill the Heng Mountain Sect?”
With a thought, Zhang Sanfeng immediately used his qinggong to chase after him.
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