I have been a saint in the world for three thousand years

At the foot of Fuzhen Temple, a young man in linen clothes and straw sandals stood in the crowd, shielding the sun with his hands and looking up at the looming eaves and corners of the mountain top.

Listening to the conversations coming from the crowds of people around him, the boy's eyes were calm.

"I wonder what kind of people are seeking fame and reputation here."

He murmured something, and then followed the crowd up the mountain.

After a stick of incense had passed, he stood in front of the gate of Fuzhen Temple.

People were coming and going in the temple, the rich smell of incense lingered in the air, and the deafening sound of martial arts could be heard from the backyard, creating a scene of prosperity.

The Taoist boy who was welcoming guests saw that he had been standing there for a long time, so he immediately came forward, bowed, and asked, "Are you here to burn incense at Fuzhen Temple? I wonder if there is anything I can do to help you."

The boy ignored him and stared at the plaque.

The three large gold-plated characters of "Fuzhen Temple" are written in iron and silver strokes, which are vigorous and powerful.

Suddenly, a deep voice exploded from in front of the courtyard gate, resounding throughout the entire Fuzhen Temple, and echoing everywhere.

"Cangzhou Heliancheng, I heard that Fuzhen Temple is the best martial arts school in the area, so I came here today to ask for advice!"

Countless pilgrims raised their heads and looked around, finally their eyes fell on the young man in linen clothes and straw sandals in front of the gate.

"What's going on? Is someone coming to challenge us?"

"I'm afraid it's some person who wants to take advantage of the name of Fuzhen Temple to get some publicity."

"Hurry, I think there's going to be something interesting to watch!"

There were conversations and whispers all around.

In just a few moments, a team of disciples armed with weapons appeared and surrounded Helian Cheng.

All of Taoist Mingxu's disciples, except Yan Xiu, rushed over.

Li Feng and his companions felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

After all, the shadow cast by the Yuan Tingjiang incident has not yet dissipated, and they can't help but worry.

Helian Cheng remained calm when he saw such a battle. He clasped his fists and said to the people around him, "I am only here to learn from you. I hope you will be generous enough to teach me!"

Having said that, the audience of Fuzhen is still on high alert.

At this time, someone in the crowd recognized Helian Cheng and exclaimed.

"Isn't this the young man who defeated all the heroes in the martial arts conference? Why is he here?"

"I heard that he roamed all over the Yuan Dynasty, challenging the local famous sects wherever he went, and he never lost!"

"It's true that genius emerges from youth!"

Helian Cheng was still a young man after all, and he couldn't help but smile as he listened to all the words of praise and envy coming from the people around him.

Some Fuzhen Temple disciples were dissatisfied and said angrily: "What genius boy? It's just that he didn't meet Senior Brother Yan."

Li Feng stopped the disciple and said to Helian Cheng in front of him with a smile.

"We cultivators practice martial arts only to cultivate our moral character and do not like to fight with others. Please go back, sir."

It's not that he doesn't want to fight, but Taoist Mingxu has specifically instructed that if he encounters this person coming to challenge him, he must not accept the challenge easily even if it means sacrificing his face.

Helian Cheng frowned upon hearing this, pointed at the group of Fuzhen Temple disciples in front of him and said disdainfully: "There are so many people in Fuzhen Temple, is there not one person who dares to come out?"

The atmosphere was deadlocked for a long time, and still no one came out to fight.

At this time, some pilgrims who came for the first time in the crowd couldn't help but raise doubts.

"Is this Fuzhen Temple just a name for nothing? Why don't they even dare to challenge a young man?"

"Tsk tsk, luckily I didn't let my child become your disciple, otherwise people would laugh their heads off if they knew about this."

"That's right, I think these Taoists are all cowards!"

Listening to the endless questioning and booing around them, not only did the other disciples feel aggrieved, but Li Feng and others also gradually became embarrassed.

Helian Cheng narrowed his eyes and decided to add fuel to the fire.

"How about this, since you have a blind eye, how about I give you one of my hands?"

He put his left hand behind his waist and stretched out his right hand to wave towards Li Feng.

This move caused the crowd to boo even louder.

Even a clay man can get angry. How could a group of hot-blooded teenagers, only 17 or 18 years old, tolerate such an extremely humiliating act?

Li Feng took a step forward and said, "I want to see what skills you, a rude person, have!"

Then the long sword was unsheathed, and sword energy burst out and went straight towards Helian Cheng.

The latter shook his head slightly, and his right leg kicked out a series of phantoms to break the sword energy, and kicked Li Feng back.

"Junior brother!"

Upon seeing this, Shu Jianqing immediately took out a healing pill and fed it to him.

"Too deceiving!"

The disciples were angry.

At this time, the usually taciturn third brother stood up and looked at Helian Cheng coldly.

The third senior brother didn't say much. He shook his wrist lightly, and the sword in the sheath transformed into nine tangible sword auras visible to the naked eye, attacking Helian Cheng without any blind spots.

Nine Swords of Fuzhen!

At this time, the third senior brother was already able to completely transform into nine sword energies.

All this was thanks to Yan Xiu's Peiyuan Pill. It was because of this pill that Third Senior Brother's cultivation level was able to advance by leaps and bounds, and today he has surpassed Shi Wujie's cultivation level.

Helian Cheng just said "oh" and kept changing his steps, easily dodged it.

For a moment, afterimages flashed across the field. The third senior brother's sword moves were so ferocious that Helian Cheng was forced to defend himself repeatedly, as if he was at a disadvantage. The disciples on the field also cheered for the third senior brother.

But only he himself knew that Helian Cheng's left hand was always behind his back.

After the two fought for dozens of moves, Helian Cheng laughed.

"Not bad. Although your cultivation is a little low, your sword moves are superb. You are much stronger than the guy before."

Many people were stunned when these words were spoken.

You are obviously at a disadvantage, how can you be so shameless as to say such things?

Before anyone could react, something unexpected happened on the field.

Helian Cheng flicked the sword with his fingers, and the third senior brother felt a huge force coming from the sword, which made his palm numb and almost let it go.

Then he flicked his fingers several times, and the long sword made a crisp cracking sound under the heavy burden.

Helian Cheng rushed forward and punched the third senior brother hard on the chest, knocking him away.

Shu Jianqing leaped up and caught it.

But at this moment, the third senior brother was seriously injured and fell into a coma.

With just a quick glance, she knew Helian Cheng did it on purpose, and she immediately gritted her teeth and glared at him.

"You are so young and yet you are so cruel!"

Helian Cheng didn't take it seriously and responded with a smile: "You can't blame me for this. It's his own fault that he is not as skilled as others."

After saying this, he expressed his regret and made a few sarcastic remarks, which made all the disciples very angry.

Suddenly someone in the crowd asked.

"I wonder where these young heroes came from? I think this Fuzhen Temple is just a name, why don't you elders and fellow villagers turn your descendants to this young hero?"

"Not bad, not bad. The disciples of Fuzhen Temple are so useless. I'm afraid their master won't be much better."

As soon as this was said, many people responded, and for a while Helian City was surrounded by people.

He laughed at this and bowed to the people around him in response.

"Thank you very much, everyone. I see that the people here are simple and honest, and full of martial virtues. After I take down the plaque of Fuzhen Temple, I will choose an auspicious day to establish a sect and recruit disciples!"

Shu Jianqing was furious when he saw this scene. Even his third senior brother was defeated. Who else in the temple could be his enemy?

"I heard that there is a master in Fuzhen Temple who defeated Yuan Tingjiang in two moves. I wonder where he is now? Why hasn't he come out yet? Is it because he knows he is inferior and dares not show himself?"

"Damn it, Fuzhen Temple really disappoints me!"

Helian Cheng sneered, feeling disappointed.

Shu Jianqing just remembered at this time, grabbed the disciple beside him and asked anxiously.

"Where's Junior Brother Yan? Didn't I ask you to go find Junior Brother Yan?"

Before, she was so focused on the present that she almost forgot about Yan Xiu and still called him Junior Brother Yan.

"The elder brother's residence is empty, so I had no choice but to leave a note. I just don't know when the elder brother will come back..."

Shu Jianqing felt a sinking feeling in his heart after hearing this. He looked up at Yan Xiu's residence with flickering eyes.

"Junior Brother Yan, where are you..."

Helian Cheng walked towards the plaque with a big laugh. Many disciples tried to stop him on the way, but they were all easily repelled by him.

Just as he was about to take down the plaque, he suddenly felt something in his heart and turned to look at the sky.

Suddenly, a sound of breaking air broke through the sky.

A long sword fell from the sky, the sword body flashing purple light, flying straight towards Helian Cheng.

Faint voices rang out from all directions.

"Are you looking for me?"