Chapter 13 Mu Longcheng Visits Xuan

The two exchanged a look, knowing what each other was thinking.

"If Mu Longcheng were coming, the forum would have exploded long ago."

An Qisheng said, taking out his laptop to log into the Enforcement Martial Artist Forum.

For the past half-month, besides practicing his fist techniques, he had been immersed in the library in his dreams, and hadn't logged into this Enforcement Forum much.

Sure enough, as he opened the forum, a bright red pinned post was prominently displayed: 'Mu Longcheng Visits Xuan'!

"He really came."

Liu Xian also leaned in, his expression grave.

An Qisheng clicked on the post and found that it had been posted only three hours earlier, but the number of replies had already exceeded a hundred, and many martial artists who rarely surfaced had been drawn out.

Mu Longcheng was the number one fist master in the world today, equivalent to Gu Changfeng's position three hundred years ago.

His every move was of the utmost concern to the martial arts world.

"What exactly does Mu Longcheng want? He's already made a mess of the Begging Dao Association, and he dares to come to Da Xuan!"

Liu Xian said with a look of disgust, sneering repeatedly:

"If he dares to come to Da Xuan this time, I'm afraid he won't be able to go back!"

For the past thirty years, Mu Longcheng had been stirring up trouble outside of Da Xuan, and his shadow was even behind the wars in several small countries.

Countless people hated him with a vengeance, but no one could do anything about him.

"A martial artist at the level of 'seeing the spirit' can already sense good fortune and avoid disaster, and can perceive dangers aimed at himself in the dark. How easy is it to kill him?"

An Qisheng shook his head.

Since joining the Enforcement Martial Artist Forum, his understanding of Mu Longcheng had deepened.

This contemporary number one in the world had already reached the realm of "seeing the spirit unbroken," as Gu Changfeng called it, thirty years ago, his fist techniques achieving spiritual mastery.

In the past thirty years, he had become even more unfathomable.

Everyone knew that he was searching for a path forward, but no one knew how far he had gone.

Some said that he had already surpassed Gu Changfeng three hundred years ago and had become the person with the highest cultivation in fist techniques in history.

"Avoiding danger has its limits! Naturally, no one can do anything to Mu Longcheng in the Empire of the Setting Sun, but coming to Da Xuan is not necessarily the same."

Liu Xian snorted.

An Qisheng stopped talking and just browsed the content of the post. According to the poster, Mu Longcheng would arrive in Da Xuan within the next day or two at most.

This time, Mu Longcheng's stated purpose was for martial arts exchanges between the two countries, but everyone knew that he didn't come with good intentions.

The forum was not exactly in an uproar, but it could be said that the crowd was seething with indignation.

Da Xuan, as one of the two poles of the world, a country of martial arts, having a foreigner as the number one in the world already made many people unwilling. In addition, the Begging Dao Association acted violently and had enemies all over the world.

Immediately, many enforcement martial artists from all over the world had set off for Mu Longcheng's first stop.

One of the Daoist holy sites with a thousand-year heritage, Wudang Mountain.

"A storm is brewing."

Looking at the speeches of the great fist masters who rarely surfaced on the forum, An Qisheng felt a little emotional.

A single thought could stir up wind and clouds; this Mu Longcheng was indeed worthy of his title as number one in the world.

"Brother Liu, are you going to Wudang Mountain?"

An Qisheng glanced at Liu Xian.

"This..."

Liu Xian's expression was hesitant. He obviously wanted to join in the fun, but he had just managed to get in touch with Wang Zhixuan.

After hesitating for a moment, he shook his head, "I'll wait until my daughter's matter is settled before I go."

"Then I'll go first. It would be a shame to miss such a grand event."

An Qisheng closed his laptop, his eyes flashing.

Originally, according to his plan, he would visit these fist technique masters and famous experts of various schools one by one.

But with Mu Longcheng's arrival, the famous fist masters of Da Xuan, the experts of various schools, and even the military experts might all arrive.

It would save him a lot of time.

Thinking about it this way, Mu Longcheng's arrival in Xuan was actually a good thing for him.

"Then be careful on your way. This time, dragons and snakes are gathering at Wudang Mountain. I'm afraid it will be very dangerous."

Liu Xian warned him.

"I understand."

An Qisheng nodded and began to pack his things.

He didn't have much luggage. He only had two changes of clothes and several large bags of dried medicinal cuisine that had been boiled and dried in the sun.

An hour later, he took Liu Xian's car to Xuanjing Airport and boarded a plane to Wudang Mountain.

Once on the plane, An Qisheng noticed that there were many people from the martial arts world on this flight. Sitting next to him was a tall man with a broad back and a thick waist.

An Qisheng glanced at him. The burly man was tall and sturdy with bright eyes and slightly bulging temples. His hands were big and long, with traces of calluses peeling off.

This was a sign that he was about to enter the inner stage of external cultivation.

"This is an expert!"

An Qisheng sighed inwardly and slowly closed his eyes.

It took more than two hours to fly from Xuanjing to Wudang Mountain. He couldn't waste this time and naturally had to enter his dream.

This time in Xuanjing, he had come into contact with dozens of experts from all walks of life, and it was not easy to integrate their knowledge.

Therefore, An Qisheng never wasted a single moment.

The burly man glanced at An Qisheng and leaned back in his chair to rest.

There was no conversation along the way. After more than two hours, the plane landed at the airport closest to Wudang Mountain.

"Little brother, are you also going to Wudang Mountain?"

On the ramp of the plane after getting off, the burly man who had been sitting next to An Qisheng suddenly spoke.

Before a martial artist achieves transformation, their skill cannot be hidden. Their walking, standing, sitting, and lying are different from ordinary people. Just as An Qisheng could see the depth of the burly man at a glance, the burly man could naturally see his level.

"I estimate that there are quite a few people on this flight who are going to Wudang Mountain."

An Qisheng continued walking and casually replied.

"Little brother walks with the agility of a tiger or leopard, and your shoulders are strong. You must be practicing external martial arts! It's remarkable at such a young age."

The two walked out of the airport one after the other. The burly man reached out his hand:

"My name is Feng Mingtao, and I practice Xingyi Quan (Form and Will Fist)."

"An Qisheng, Bajiquan (Eight Extremities Fist)."

An Qisheng lowered his eyelids and reached out his hand.

The two hands clasped.

Feng Mingtao's shoulders moved, his muscles surging, bulging the sleeves of his suit. Waves of great force surged toward An Qisheng like a tide.

"What great strength!"

An Qisheng raised an eyebrow, feeling as if his palm was like a tiger's jaw. With a little force, it could almost crush his hand bones.

This burly man named Feng Mingtao didn't seem to have entered the dark force stage, but the strength in his hands was extremely great.

Either he was born with divine strength, or his external martial arts had reached its peak.

But either way, such a person was extremely fierce. In ancient times, he would have been a fierce general who could cut down enemies like grass in the army.

Although he had not achieved dark force, he was even fiercer than dark force in a real fight.

As he thought about this, An Qisheng did not resist head-on. While exerting force with his feet, his body rose and fell like he was sitting on a galloping horse.

As his arms pressed and lifted, his fingers exerted a slight force, which was the force exertion method of Dragon-Tiger Great Capturing Hand.

"Qin Na (seize and control) hand?"

Feng Mingtao's eyes lit up, and his muscles bulged high. Just as he was about to exert force, he realized that the hand he was holding was sliding away like a fish in water.

"Two men holding hands for so long, others will suspect our sexual orientation,"

An Qisheng joked.

"You've entered the dark force stage?"

Feeling the slight stinging pain on his palm, Feng Mingtao was a little surprised.

With his wrist and palm strength, as long as he grabbed someone, even a python would not be able to slip away. However, at the last moment, An Qisheng's force touched his tendons.

Forcing him to let go.

"Not yet."

An Qisheng said, waving to stop a taxi:

"It's time to go. If we go late, we might not be able to find a place to stay."