Chapter 147 Wang Quan Daoist

"Is that person still at the Hanlong Inn?"

Wu Liu San's heart jolted, but he had no other choice.

Gathering his remaining strength, he slashed out with his long sword, a torrent of sword light whistling as it intercepted the incoming arrows.

Clang!

Sparks flew!

Under the force of the impact, Wu Liu San used the momentum to retreat, dragging a deep furrow in the yellow sand.

At the same time, he shook his body, throwing off Zhao Tianfeng, and with a kick, sent him flying far away:

"Go to the inn quickly!"

"Uncle Wu!"

Zhao Tianfeng cried out in sorrow, his body thrown into the yellow sand.

Watching Wu Liu San wield his long sword in the midst of the crowd, his eyes were red as he gritted his teeth and charged towards the Hanlong Inn.

"Don't mind that kid, kill Wu Liu San first!"

The burly man let out a loud shout, also leaping from his horse, brandishing his blade and slashing down.

Boom!

Blade met sword, the air surged, dust and smoke billowed around them, and a metallic gale whistled.

In the howling sandstorm, a figure suddenly flashed past, followed by a spray of blood and a groan of pain.

Wu Liu San's long sword danced wildly, its sword light forcing back the two men, as drops of fresh blood oozed from his chest.

A small man stood up from the yellow sand, wiped the blood from his long saber, and grinned hideously:

"Having lost an arm, your swordsmanship has only become more refined, Wu Liu San. You are indeed formidable."

"Just the end of my rope!"

Cang Ju wiped his face, numb from the shock, and was also inwardly shaken.

But he was vicious by nature, and instead of retreating, his attacks became even more violent:

"But today, you and that kid are going to die. Not even the King of Heaven can save you!"

Suddenly, a chill ran through his heart.

He felt an invisible aura descending from the sky, pressing down on his heart like a mountain, filling him with an unprecedented sense of crisis.

Immediately, the explosive saber light retracted, guarding his body.

Looking up, his pupils constricted.

In the sandstorm far away, a lone Daoist figure on horseback suddenly appeared.

The appearance of the man and horse was incredibly strange, yet it did not feel abrupt at all, as if he should have been there all along.

And with his appearance, the sandstorm seemed to freeze in an instant.

A master!

An unprecedented master!

Cang Ju's heart turned cold. Just as he was about to speak, he heard screams rising and falling.

Looking back, he saw that in the swirling sandstorm, the stench of blood rose along with a rain of heads!

"Ah!"

A bandit screamed and turned to flee.

But in an instant, his body stiffened, his head flew high, and blood splattered across the yellow sand.

In just a few moments, the two teams of dozens of bandits had been utterly terrified. Tangible blades were not frightening, but this incredibly strange scene had completely shattered their courage.

They were filled with fear and terror.

"Wang Quan Daoist is indeed as rumored, hating evil as if it were an enemy…"

Only Wu Liu San breathed a sigh of relief.

He had stayed at the Hanlong Inn and naturally knew about this Daoist's deeds of killing bandits.

Pfft~

With a soft sound of a throat being cut, Cang Ju's pupils constricted as he saw the culprit.

A tiny, almost invisible grain of sand!

A grain of sand!

"Who is Your Excellency? What grudge do you have against us?"

Cang Ju drew his saber in horror, his scalp crawling.

But before he could finish speaking, he saw a calm, deep gaze light up in the sandstorm, revealing the Daoist in white robes riding a red horse behind the sandstorm.

A monstrous wave surged in his heart: "You, you, you are Wang… Wang Quan Daoist!"

"Ah!"

Cang Ju was scared out of his wits and turned to flee.

"What? Wang Quan Daoist?"

When the short man heard these four words, his scalp exploded and he immediately turned to run.

"Hmph!"

Suddenly, a cold snort pierced the sky, ignoring any distance, and echoed in everyone's heart.

It was like a thunderbolt, like the sound of destruction. With a cold snort, everyone felt their hearts go numb, and their whole bodies stiffened as if struck by lightning.

They watched helplessly as the Daoist urged his horse forward step by step.

Sha-sha-sha~~~

The unhurried sound of hooves stopped, and An Qisheng glanced indifferently at Zhao Tianfeng, who was dumbfounded in front of him, a ripple suddenly appearing in his eyes.

Buzz~

Ripples rose in his vision, and countless lights and shadows that only he could see intertwined before him.

In an instant, they transformed into an ancient, desolate banner, as rough and cold as the瀚海(Han Hai) desert.

The banner was like a spear, fluttering in the wind, exuding a desolate aura that was impossible to look at directly.

瀚海大龙旗 (Han Hai Da Long Qi, Han Hai Great Dragon Banner)!

This little child is actually the master of the Han Hai Great Dragon Banner.

With a flash of his gaze, Zhao Tianfeng's origins, experiences, and the Great Dragon Banner hidden in his body, seemingly dormant, were all revealed to him.

He moved his mind, wanting to explore it.

The Great Dragon Banner in the phantom seemed to sense something, and trembled slightly, showing signs of wanting to escape.

"Interesting."

An Qisheng glanced at Zhao Tianfeng.

The Han Hai Great Dragon Banner had not yet awakened, so naturally it had no divine properties. Otherwise, these bandits would not have been qualified to chase him.

However, the Great Dragon Banner had not yet awakened, but under the guidance of its aura, it could make these two escape in his direction.

This was quite interesting.

"Dao Lord, Daoist Master! This lowly one did not know it was Your Excellency, I deserve ten thousand deaths, I deserve ten thousand deaths!"

Cang Ju knelt trembling in the yellow sand, begging for mercy: "Spare me, spare me!"

An Qisheng's reputation might not have spread throughout the entire Jiu Fu Realm.

But in Mo Zhou, it was truly like thunder in the ears.

In recent days, no one in Mo Zhou did not know about the terrifying storm that was like a natural disaster, and who would not be terrified of Wang Quan Daoist, who caused such a disaster?

Without a word, the fierce and悍匪(Han Fei) knelt down and begged for mercy!

Zhao Tianfeng looked up at the white-robed Daoist with a calm expression, and a thought suddenly arose in his heart: If I could become such a master, how wonderful would that be?

"Ten thousand deaths are unnecessary."

An Qisheng shifted his gaze, swept over several bandits, and said indifferently:

"One death is enough."

His plain words swept through the sandstorm like a cold current.

Wu Liu San only felt a chill in his heart. Cang Ju's ferocious expression had not yet changed, but he had already lost his breath, dying silently.

Thump~

Thump~

With several sounds of heavy objects falling to the ground, all the bandits had died on the spot.

As the sandstorm blew past, the stench of blood filled the air.

"Thank… Thank you, Daoist Master, for saving my life."

Wu Liu San knelt on one knee, heavily kowtowing in the yellow sand:

"Wu Liu San will remember it in my heart, in the future… I dare not forget…"

He wanted to say that he would repay him in the future, but thinking of the identity of the person in front of him, he was afraid that he was not qualified to repay him.

"Even without you, I would have killed these people if I encountered them. It was just a matter of convenience, no need to thank me."

An Qisheng waved his hand slightly.

Wu Liu San stood up involuntarily.

This Wu Liu San was quite tragic. If he had not met him, he would have become one of the opportunities for the awakening of the Bing Zhu (Warlord).

Heavenly Divine Weapon, perhaps it was originally just a simple divine weapon, but as time passed, it had secretly conformed to some kind of general trend, appearing in the world when luck flourished, and dormant when luck was at a low ebb.

Was this the cultivation of these divine weapons?

"Daoist Master, please accept me as your disciple!"

At this time, Zhao Tianfeng suddenly spoke, wanting to kneel down in front of An Qisheng.

But halfway through kneeling, he suddenly found that he could not kneel down. A layer of invisible force trembled, and he stood up straight involuntarily.

"You have your own path, no need to worship me as your teacher."

An Qisheng glanced at Zhao Tianfeng.

This young man possessed great luck, his talent, comprehension, physique, and luck were all top-notch in the world, and he was also the future Bing Zhu (Warlord), qualified to be anyone's disciple.

Although he would inevitably be miserable before his luck truly flourished.

But he had no intention of accepting a disciple.

Accepting a disciple was to pass on the Dao, and also to inherit his own Dao.

And the Bing Zhu (Warlord) was obviously not suitable. His ability to recognize the Divine Weapon as its master was because his affinity with the Divine Weapon was the most compatible. In other words, what they inherited was the Dao of the former Celestial Being.

The Bing Zhu (Warlord) of each generation inherited the great Dao of all the previous Bing Zhu (Warlords) and deduced it even further. This was the reason for the existence of the Heavenly Divine Weapon.

He would naturally not accept a disciple who inherited the Dao of others.

"I…"

Zhao Tianfeng wanted to say something else.

But the figure of the Daoist in front of him suddenly faded away, like a faded painting, disappearing into the sky like light smoke.

He had already disappeared from his sight.

He had already left on horseback, and he could not even see how he left.

Loss.

Great loss filled his heart, and his eyes were slightly red.

During this time, he had truly tasted the pain of the weak, and an unprecedented desire to become stronger filled his mind. This was the reason why he wanted to become a disciple.

That was the number one expert in the world.

"The Daoist Master is an extraordinary person. There must be his reasons for not accepting you as a disciple."

Wu Liu San sighed and walked over, patting Zhao Tianfeng's shoulder:

"Your physique and talent are rare in the world. If the Daoist Master doesn't accept you, I will find a good teacher for you."

Having been with Zhao Tianfeng for some time, he naturally saw Zhao Tianfeng's extraordinary qualities.

If his cultivation method was not incomplete and had no follow-up, he would have accepted him as a disciple long ago.

But Zhao Tianfeng's talent was unparalleled, better than anyone he had ever seen. He clearly had the qualifications to achieve the Divine Vein, how could he delay him?

"Thank you, Uncle Wu."

Zhao Tianfeng sniffed, blinked his sore eyes, and said:

"Let's go to the inn, you're injured…"

Wu Liu San nodded.

Zhao Tianfeng looked deeply in the direction where An Qisheng had disappeared in the sandstorm.

Daoist Master, one day, I will stand in front of you.

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An Qisheng was very interested in the Heavenly Divine Weapon.

However, he had no interest in a Heavenly Divine Weapon that had not yet awakened.

The moment he saw the Great Dragon Banner, he already knew that the recognition of the Heavenly Divine Weapon in the Jiu Fu Realm was more like the Divine Weapon finding an heir for its former Dao, rather than the Divine Weapon recognizing a master.

Was it accepting disciples on behalf of its master?

He was not compatible with the Divine Weapon. Forcibly recognizing a master would probably lead to unnecessary reactions.

According to his speculation, this reaction might be unimaginably large.

Otherwise, if it was simple, there would not have been such rumors as ‘Heavenly Divine Weapon recognizes its master’ for tens of thousands of years.

Instead, it should have been a saying like ‘Heavenly Divine Weapon commands the world’.