Fist God!
The three of them felt waves of shock in their hearts, especially the two youths surnamed Fei and the middle-aged man surnamed Fang who brought Lin Xuan into the Infinite Sword School. At this moment, waves of shock surged in their hearts! He was both afraid and glad!
"What's wrong? Have the three of you heard of me?" When Lin Xuan saw the three of them turn pale with fright, he felt very strange and asked with interest.
When Lin Xuan saw this, he could not help but sigh. This was the benefit of strength!
"Um…Aren't you afraid that I'm an imposter?”Lin Xuan continued to ask.
"Fist God, you must be joking. Who dares to impersonate you now? Isn't that asking for death?”When Zuo Zimu heard Lin Xuan's question, his initial suspicion was completely annihilated. His expression became even more respectful,"May I know why the Fist God has come to my sect? If there's anything you need, just say it. I'll do my best!”
"Head Zuo is too polite. I have been traveling in Jianghu and heard that there is a grand event in the Infinite Sword Sect called the Infinite Sword Competition. I happened to pass by your sect and wanted to join in the fun! I wonder if Head Zuo welcomes you?" Seeing Zuo Zimu's respectful expression, Lin Xuan could not give him any face, so he explained with a gentle expression.
"Haha! It seems that I came just in time. "I'll disturb Sect Leader Zuo for a few days," Lin Xuan said with a smile.
"Fist God, you have defeated me. It is our sect's honor to have Fist God come to watch our sect's sword battle!”Zuo Zimu saw that I was easy to talk to and gradually relaxed, but he was still respectful.
"Alright! Fist God, no! Young hero Lin!" When Zuo Zimu heard Lin Xuan's request, he felt comfortable. He thought that this was a sign that his relationship with Lin Xuan had taken another step forward.
"Sect Leader Zuo, I'm a little sleepy. Find a place for me to rest," Lin Xuan said bluntly as he stretched.
"Xiao Fei! Take Young Hero Lin to the west wing to rest. Take good care of him, understand? If anything goes wrong, I'll hold you responsible!”Zuo Zimu turned around and ordered the youth surnamed Fei.
"Young hero Lin! Please!"
Lin Xuan could not be bothered to say anything and directly followed the young man surnamed Fei out of the hall.
Looking at Lin Xuan's departing figure, Zuo Zimu and the middle-aged man surnamed Fang let out a long breath, but Zuo Zimu was a little excited.
"Nonsense! Of course he had to stay! Not only do I want him to watch, I want to invite more people to watch!”Zuo Zimu's excited voice rang out in the hall.
"Invite more people? Master, don't tell me you want it!" The middle-aged man was confused at first, but he almost cried out in surprise.
"Why are you making a fuss? This is an opportunity for our Infinite Sword School! Tomorrow, go to the Shennong Gang and send out an invitation. Let them come and watch this sword duel!”Zuo Zimu glanced at his disciple surnamed Fang and ordered.
"Yes, sir! Master!" The middle-aged man understood his master's intentions and didn't say anything more.
"You may leave! I still have to properly plan for this sword competition!”Zuo Zimu waved his hand and said to the middle-aged man.
Zuo Zimu was the only one left in the main seat in the large reception hall. At this moment, Zuo Zimu was extremely excited, as if he could see all his opponents prostrating at his feet.
In the blink of an eye, three days had passed.
At this moment, there were two people sitting on the east side of the training field. A middle-aged Daoist nun in her forties sat at the head of the table with a horsetail whisk in front of her chest. Below him was an old man in his fifties. He twirled his long beard with his right hand and rested his other hand gently on his leg. Their seats were more than ten feet apart, and there were more than twenty male and female disciples standing behind them. There were more than ten guests sitting in a row of chairs on the west side.
Letting Lin Xuan be the fair person for this sword competition was the result of Zuo Zimu's three days of coaxing and pestering. Lin Xuan really did not take the trouble to agree to him.
"Fist God Lin Xuan?"
"So young!"
"How did the Infinite Sword School invite the Fist God?”
"Is that Fist God that amazing?" Just as everyone was discussing, a voice filled with questions sounded, sounding particularly ear-piercing.
Shua! Swoosh!
"What's wrong? Why are you all looking at me? Am I wrong? Look at him, he's only about the same age as me.”the young man asked seriously.
"Which family's disciple is he from? He doesn't even know the Fist God!”
"Ignorant!"
The crowd discussed animatedly once again. They felt sympathy for this young man in green. He dared to come out and roam the martial world in this state. They really did not know how the elders in the family could be at ease.
Zuo Zimu first looked at Lin Xuan carefully. Seeing that Lin Xuan was sitting there with a calm expression and was not angry because of this, he let out a little sigh of relief. Then, he looked at an old man among the guests in the west with a very bad expression and said,"Brother Wu De, what's going on?”
" Brother Zuo, I'm really sorry. This Young Master Duan is just too young and has a loose tongue. Please don't take offense, Brother Zuo. I apologize on behalf of Young Master Duan." Marwood's expression was awkward, but he was the one who brought the young man here, so he could only lower his old face and apologize.
"Since Brother Wu De has spoken, then forget it. I hope Young Master Duan will be more careful in the future. Not everyone was as easy to talk to as Young Hero Lin!”Zuo Zimu's expression softened slightly as he reminded Duan.
Duan was about to retort, but when he saw Marwood winking at him, he turned his head to the side and pouted like a child.
Zuo Zimu glanced at the crowd with satisfaction and then announced loudly,"The sword duel begins now!"
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