Supreme Emperor of Swords

Just as Zhang Fan told his story, Ding Hao and Fang Tianyi just wanted to comfort him with a few words, but Zhang Fan smiled and waved his hand, stopped his talking, and then said, “But, in the last field training, in a deserted silent relic, I got the Supreme Kung Fu Devoted by Ten Emperors by chance, which made me see an incredible hope. It seemed to be created for me. I only practiced it for a month, and now I am able to burst the attack power as a master in the Martial Soldier Realm…”

Ding Hao clearly noticed that when Zhang Fan spoke of the “Supreme Kung Fu Devoted by Ten Emperors”, under the red bonfire, Zhang Fan’s ordinary face seemed to finally bloom with a glimmer of light that was not usually found. An indescribable momentum slowly spread out of his body.

Zhang Fan continued with a smile, “When Lu Pengfei knew the existence of the Supreme Kung Fu Devoted by Ten Emperors, he was tempted carried out coercion again and again and forced me to give the secrets away. Hehe, I did know that the guy wanted to deal with Senior Brother Ding at the beginning. How could I teach him such a terrible kung fu? This guy became angry from embarrassment; he secretly made use of some means to frame me that I had been cultivating a magic power… He doesn’t know that I would not admit to it even if I were killed.”

They were talking while drinking.

In the twinkling of an eye, Zhang Fan alone drank five or six bottles of strong Red Flame Wine.

That was the first time for him to have drunk so much wine, so that he became drunk and could not talk clearly.

“However, like this, I got many brothers in trouble. Xiaoqi and Yunqi are still behind bars. I wonder how they are going…” Zhang Fan said. Finally, looking at his two best friends, he said seriously, “Senior Brother Ding, Senior Brother Tianyi, today I will teach you the Supreme Kung Fu Devoted by Ten Emperors. Let’s practice it together later.”

After Ding Hao and Fang Tianyi were stunned for a while; their hearts were warmed at the same time.

They were brothers indeed.

They were friends indeed.

The kung fu that he had been guarding desperately would not be taught to Lu Pengfei even if he were killed. Just then, he volunteered to teach his brothers such kung fu generously.

Ding Hao patted Zhang Fan’s shoulder and smiled, “Since you said that this Supreme Kung Fu Devoted by Ten Emperors seems to be specially created for you, then you should practice it alone.”

Zhang Fan was anxious. He said, “Senior Brother Ding, nearly one year has passed for the appointment between you and Mu Tianyang. This Prodigy of the Tranquility Academy is known far and wide in the Snow Province for his strength and can be considered as the first person of the youth in the Snow Province. His strength is unpredictable, and his cultivation speed is incredible, too. Senior Brother Ding, it’s difficult for you to catch up with this person in a short period of time. The Supreme Kung Fu Devoted by Ten Emperors is a quick practicing skill. I have just cultivate it for one month, and I am equal to a master in the Martial Soldier Realm in strength. With Senior Brother Ding’s talent, you can cultivate this skill and you will be able to go beyond the primordial within two years…”

Ding Hao waved his hand and interrupted Zhang Fan. He smiled and said, “You can rest assured, Xiaofan. Everyone has his own fate and luck. I don’t need the Supreme Kung Fu Devoted by Ten Emperors, but I still can challenge Mu Tianyang. However, it is you who should exert more effort in practicing such kung fu since you cannot practice skills of the Taixuan Sword-seeking Scripture. Maybe you will make outstanding achievements in the future, and your achievements will still be above us.”

“But…” Zhang Fan still wanted to say something.

Fang Tianyi said smilingly, “Xiao Fan, what Senior Brother Ding said is right. Everyone has his own fate and luck. I don’t want to cultivate the Supreme Kung Fu Devoted by Ten Emperors just through the physical body, because…”

When he said that, the teenager showed a smiling conceited face. He drew out his long sword slowly and touched it gently with parallel fingers, like touching his lover’s delicate skin. He said in an intoxicating manner, “The sword is my life and soul. I, Fang Tianyi, will just cultivate swordsmanship all my life. One sword cracking countless skills is my way!”

Zhang Fan opened his mouth and didn’t know what to say.

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Lu Pengfei frowned slightly.

Even if he did not have to turn around, he knew who it was.

Among the nominal disciples of the five academies, there were only a few people who dared to speak with him in that tone. Among those people, if Li Yiruo was called as his cousin, there was only one person!

It was Li Canyang, the Setting-sun of Eight Corners, the chief of the Western Academy of Red Shirts.

That was a promising dark horse.

In the first competition among the five academies, Li Canyang had not even been among the top ten seeded players of the Western Academy of Red Shirts and he was unknown to the public. Until the second and third competitions among the five academies, he distinguished himself as a master. His Sword Skills of the Setting-sun of Eight Corners was outstanding and he could be considered as one of the top five sword masters out of more than 2,000 nominal disciples. What’s more, he was cautious in mind, shrewd and impeccable in doing things; although he was still young, he had been annointed with the nickname of ‘Little Heaven’s Secret’ and it was harder to deal with him.

“I wondered who it was, and it is Chief Li coming.” Lu Pengfei slowly turned around and sneered, saying, “Chief Li, you are talking too big!”

On the opposite side.

Surrounded by dozens of disciples with powerful aura of the Western Academy of Red Shirts, Li Canyang, who had become more mature, was standing proudly and looking cold.

He was wearing a red shirt and had a long sword hanging on the waist. With a face like a crown jade, his eyes were as bright as stars. His thick black hair was tied behind the head with a golden headband. In the middle of the headband, a red and flaming crown jade was embedded. He looked handsome and elegant, like a blazing flame with a well-established style.

People were impressed with Li Canyang because of him being warm and gentle like spring breeze. Compared with Lu Pengfei, who was cold and cunning, Li Canyang was more likely to be approached.

“My tone is still not as big as yours.” Li Canyang slowly came over and smiled. “My sister just came to visit her past friend, but she was forcibly detained by you. I fear that in a few days, wouldn’t I, as the Chief of the Western Academy of Red Shirts be put into a cell by you with a fabricated charge?”

“It’s no problem if she just came to visit her friend, but she injured our disciple of the Eastern Academy of Green Shirts, so I have to concern myself with it,” Lu Pengfei said lightly.

Even a fool could smell the thick smoke of gunpowder between two big shots.

Li Canyang, the Setting-sun of Eight Corners and Lu Pengfei had always had an unfriendly relationship with each other. That was something that many people knew well.

The root cause that made two people oppose each other was Ding Hao who had disappeared for half a year.

Li Canyang was Ding Hao’s friend and they were close, so naturally he was partial to Wang Xiaoqi and the others. When Lu Pengfei rose, he tried to draw Li Canyang over to his side without self-consciousness at the beginning. Li Canyang was controlling one-fifth of the nominal disciples as an ambitious teenager. Unfortunately Lu Pengfei was denied entrance at the door almost every time.

“People with different principles will not have a common cause.” This was Li Canyang’s reply to Lu Pengfei.

Lu Pengfei was naturally in a raging frenzy.

For those days, two people had conducted contests in the dark or in the open. Lu Pengfei had a slight advantage in personal strength, but Li Canyang was more appealing and cohesive among disciples of the Western Academy of Red Shirts. The confrontation between the two made the relationship between the Eastern Academy of Green Shirts and the Western Academy of Red Shirts tenser for a while.