Chapter Eighty-Five: Fighting Mediocrity Again

  "Ordinary?" A smile appeared on Leng Xiangyao's face as he looked at the approaching figure, who was none other than Pingfan, the number one swordsman of the Sword Saint List they had met on the support road.

  Ping Fan heard the cold and carefree greeting, and slightly nodded in response. He then looked up and down at Leng Xiao Yao, and as he did so, a glint of light flashed across his eyes. A faint smile appeared on his icy face: "Congratulations, little brother! I didn't expect that your cultivation would have advanced so greatly since the battle in the forest three days ago."

  "Junior has seen ordinary senior." Huang Tao brought his subordinates to Leng Xiao's side, forming a protective circle around him.

  Pingfan heard Huang Tao's greetings and nodded slightly, then seeing Huang Tao and others' movements, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

  Leng Xiao Yao grasped the Ruyi Scepter in her hand and a faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth as she said, "Want to fight?"

  Ping Fan heard the words of Leng Xiao Yao and a glint flashed across his eyes. A smile appeared on his face as he asked, "Convenient?"

  "How about a little wager?" asked Leng Xiang with a faint smile on his face.

  "Oh!" Ping Fan's expression changed again, and he said calmly: "I am alone, what do you want?"

  Leng Xiao Yao pointed his long stick horizontally at Ping Fan Dao: "You."

  "Me?" An ordinary face showed a look of surprise, a face that dared not believe, and then quickly collected the surprised expression and smiled faintly: "Then what do you use to lose again?"

  "I." Coldly and confidently said with a self-assured expression.

  Huang Tao heard this sentence from Leng Xiao Yao and his face changed greatly. He hastily sent a voice transmission saying, "Young Master, you must not."

  Ping Fan's face changed again after hearing Leng Xiao Yao's words, and he looked him up and down before falling into thought. After a while, Ping Fan raised his head and said: "Alright, if I lose to you, I'll be your servant for 30 years. If you lose, I want you to teach me that move you used the other day."

  "Good." Leng Xiao Yao's mouth curled up into a slight smile as he replied.

  "Master." Huang Tao's face turned urgent and he hastily sent a message calling out.

  Leng Xiao Yao waved his hand and said: "Huang Da Ge, give the order to have our troops retreat ten miles outside of Lu Ping Yuan."

  Huang Tao saw his young master's determined face, and after these few days of interaction, he also understood that his young master was just like their commander - a person who says one thing and means it. He nodded and said: "Yes."

  Ping Fan's attitude towards Huang Tao flashed again in his eyes. Although the outside world rumored that Ping Fan was a member of the Lin family, it was not true. Ping Fan indeed lived in the Lin family, but he was not a member of the Lin family. The reason he lived in the Lin family was because Ping Fan owed the Lin family a favor many years ago, and at that time, he had promised to guard the Lin family for 20 years to repay this kindness. When he came to the Gaiya Mountains last time, his guarding period had also ended. He came to the Gaiya Mountains because he happened to be going somewhere that passed through the Gaiya Mountains. Before leaving, the master of the Lin family asked him to check on the situation of the Fa Tuan on the way. It can be said that Ping Fan is currently a free agent, so he dared to make this bet.

  "Wait a moment, I'll be right there." After saying that, Ping Fan's figure flashed quickly towards the direction of Fa Tang.

  He saw the ordinary departure of Leng Xiang, and his eyes narrowed slightly. In his heart, he secretly thought: "What a fast departure! It seems that on that day in the forest battle, he didn't use his greatest strength yet!"

  "Master." Huang Tao's face also turned solemn.

  Leng Xiao Yao waved his hand and said, "No need to say any more, Huang Da Ge. You and the other brothers also retreat a bit further."

  "Be careful yourself, young master."

  "Go!" Leng Xiao Yao waved his hand indifferently and said.

  "Yes." Huang Tao led Feng Tianming and others to retreat one mile away and stop.

  "General, do you think our young master has any chance of winning?" Feng Tianming asked with a worried expression. After all, his opponent was the number one swordsman on the Maya continent's Sword Saint List, and an old veteran who had reached the peak of Sword Saint in just over a decade. His own young master was strong, but he wouldn't be stronger than this ordinary-looking man, would he?

  Huang Tao shook his head. If it were someone else, Huang Tao might have been more confident, but his own young master kept surprising him from time to time. He really couldn't say for sure whether his young master had any other tricks up his sleeve, and looking at his young master's confident expression, he didn't know why, but Huang Tao felt that his young master would probably win this battle. What specific feeling made him so certain, even he himself couldn't put into words.

  The ground began to shake slightly, and after a moment, the people and horses of the Fa Army camp started moving. Half an hour later, all the people and horses in the original Fa Army camp had disappeared without a trace, while the Tianjun Army's people and horses also vanished into the Luoping Plains at the same time.

  Leng Xiangyao stood quietly on the spot for half an hour, with a faint smile on his face as he gazed in the direction of the Fa Tang camp, without any impatience on his face.

  Swish! Two figures arrived one after another in front of Leng Xiao Yao. The arrivals were none other than Ping Fan and General Yang Jie of the Law Enforcement Division.

  "You can go down too." Pingfan waved his hand at Yang Jie who followed him.

  "Yes." Yang Jie slightly adjusted his position, and also retreated a little over a hundred paces, gazing at the battlefield.

  "Here." A faint smile appeared on Leng Xiao's face.

  "En" nodded slightly and said: "Sorry to keep you waiting."

  "I have a divine artifact in my hand. If you don't have one, this fight won't be good." Coldly said with a faint tone.

  Ping Fan heard the words of Leng Xiao Yao, his eyes slightly narrowed, and then a hint of appreciation appeared on his face: "Little brother is indeed straightforward, as for the gap in weapons, you can rest assured."

  Ping Fan finished speaking, and from somewhere in his hand, he pulled out a dark long sword. On the sword's body, a giant dragon from this space's legend was coiled around it. Ping Fan casually shook his hand, and the entire sword emitted a dragon's roar, as if this sword had its own life.

  "Dragon Sword?" Leng Xiao's eyes lit up, and he was not unfamiliar with the ordinary sword in Pingfan's hand. In the Cold Family's library, Leng Xiao had read ancient records that recorded the top ten divine artifacts on the Maya continent, and this Dragon Sword ranked tenth. It is said that this sword was forged by the previous generation of dwarf tribe leaders, Keqi Dashi, who spent ten years exhausting himself, and it was made with a complete giant dragon skeleton and many precious treasures from the Maya continent. Legend has it that when this sword was born, the entire heaven and earth changed.

  "Little brother, you're indeed impressive. Now you can rest assured!" Ping Fan praised Cold Xiao Yao with a sentence, and then gently stroked the body of Long Jian sword, as if he was a father caressing his own child.

  Leng Xiao Yao slightly nodded and raised his hand with the Ruyi Sceptre, saying: "Come on!"

  "Be careful, my sword is a swift one." Ping Fan reminded once again.

  "En." Leng Xiao Yao nodded, and as soon as he finished nodding, the ordinary figure in front of him moved. Three figures emerged one after another, charging towards Leng Xiao Yao from the front, left, and right with their swords drawn at an extremely fast speed, leaving behind a string of residual shadows that had yet to disappear.

  "How fast!" Leng Xiao Yao thought to himself, and the next moment, he swung the Ruyi Stick in his hand towards his left side.

  A loud "clang" sound, a fierce impact sounded, and a series of explosions erupted around Leng Xiangyao's body. Leng Xiangyao himself stumbled backward for over a dozen steps, each step leaving a deep footprint in the ground.

  "What a powerful force! How much of his true strength did he use?" Leng Xiao Yao thought to himself, his hands grasping the Ruyi Stick trembling slightly. He didn't know how much strength Ping Fan had used in that one strike just now - was it seven layers? Eight layers? Or all of it? Because Leng Xiao Yao had used nine layers of strength to counter that strike just now.

  An ordinary figure appeared on the battlefield, but this ordinary was no longer as calm as it was in the forest three days ago. At that time, he had used all his strength except for the last move to counter Cold Skye's attack, and today he saw that Cold Skye's cultivation had advanced again. So, in the first exploratory strike just now, he had used eight layers of strength, thinking that this would make Cold Skye suffer a little loss. But he never expected that Cold Skye would only retreat ten or so steps back. How could this old sword saint not be surprised?

  "Since the difference in strength is not great, I will fight with my degree." After ordinary horizontal thinking, he decided to use his own degree advantage to fight, and his body moved again, and his degree accelerated again.

  "Degree?" Coldly, Xiang Yang saw the ordinary figure's degree and slightly furrowed his brow, saying in a low voice: "Since you use degree, then I'll use skill to fight it out with you."

  Whoosh! The cool and carefree figure also moved, but judging from the residual shadows left on the battlefield by the two, it was clear that Cool's residual shadow was much less than Ordinary's. Naturally, Cool lost to Ordinary in terms of degree.

  "Clang, clang, clang" The sound of weapons colliding echoed through the air as Lu Ping and Han Feng's battle grew faster and more intense.

  Ping Fan was a martial arts enthusiast, and whenever he met someone with equivalent strength, he would absolutely want to fight them. At this moment, seeing Leng Xiao Yao's continuous stream of unusual moves, he seemed like a child who had never seen the world before, his face revealing a look of surprise, increasing his pace of attack, as if trying to force out what other moves Leng Xiao Yao still had up his sleeve.

  Compared to Cold Blooded, he was getting more and more excited as the fight went on, as if a hot blood was flowing through his body. The fighting skills, killing techniques, ancient martial arts, and assassination methods he had learned in his previous life were slowly merging together, incorporating all these skills into his staff. The only difference was that before, he used both hands, while Cold Blooded was now using the staff as if it were his own hands. Because of this, the two sides were currently evenly matched, entangled in a fierce battle.

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