Chapter 132 Gusu Murong
Of course, these rumors were already within Zhang Fan's expectations!

But he certainly could not have imagined that there is a Snow Goddess Dragon in this broken world!

This is a story for later!

The boat arrived in Gusu in three days. After getting off the boat, without any rest, we went to the place written in the letter by Master Zhao Youtian!

It is hard for anyone to imagine that there is such a secret building here.

The building was hidden within the mountain. If Zhang Fan hadn't known it in his heart, he wouldn't have noticed it if he hadn't used his spiritual sense.

Above the arched mountain gate, a painted plaque was hanging overhead. On the plaque were four characters: "Tianxin Sword Sect". Zhang Fan had just stretched out his foot from the arch when he suddenly heard a loud shout: "Give me your life!"

A long sword with a cold glow came quietly from the side and pointed directly at his face.

Zhang Fan's heart moved, and the mental wall was activated. The sword was only three inches away from Zhang Fan, but suddenly it stopped, and both the man and the sword were thrown backwards, hitting the rocks heavily!

It was an old man with a silver beard. At this moment, the old guy tilted his head and slid down from the stone wall.

Zhang Fan walked forward and caught a glimpse of the scene at the mountain gate of Tianxin Sword Sect. Zhang Fan couldn't help but gasp. There were corpses everywhere. What was going on?
A quick glance with his divine sense revealed that this was a complete Asura hell, and corpses everywhere were not enough to describe the tragic scene here.

There were signs of brutal fighting everywhere, and the ancient building had completely collapsed. Who would believe that there was no blood feud?
On the broken walls, a red lantern was hung on the corner of the mast. The light that Zhang Fan had just seen was emitted by this lantern.

The pale red light spread quietly, giving the building an even more bleak and bloody atmosphere.

But why is there a "囍" character hanging on that red lantern?
After Zhang Fan took a quick look at the tragic scene in the building, he had no intention of going in to take another look. There were corpses everywhere with tragic deaths. The man just now was only breathing his last breath. He was shocked by him and was no longer alive. But judging from his appearance, Zhang Fan estimated that the old man should be a sixth-grade, seventh-grade or even eighth-grade or ninth-grade master. After all, a master should not be so miserable. His body was covered with various fatal scars. Even if Zhang Fan did not take action, this man would not live long.

Zhang Fan didn’t care, this had nothing to do with him!
Zhang Fan practiced his skills and turned into a ball of black mist and rose up. Just now, when he scanned with his divine sense, he found that there were still living people in the Tianxin Sword Sect!

I don’t know whether he is an enemy or a friend!
The letter Zhao Youtian wrote to him only asked him to come and visit. I think he could help the Tianxin Sword Sect a little!
When it gets there, land!
A sharp whistle suddenly came from the side, but Zhang Fan was not panicked. His spiritual sense told him that there were people lying in ambush nearby. He knew without thinking that those besieging him outside were all enemies.

One by one, masked men in black surrounded him, holding swords with cold light in their hands, and rushed towards Zhang Fan.

Yo!
Each of them is a 3rd or th rank elite!
Zhang Fan snorted coldly, not afraid at all. Not to mention whether there was anyone in this world who could hurt him, even if there was, it couldn't be these bastards.

With a flick of his long sleeves, Zhang Fan stood with his hands behind his back, and activated the Void Sword Technique beside him. Thirty-six blood-red sword shadows appeared, instantly piercing through the bodies of the black-clothed men surrounding him one by one. The rest of the people on the periphery saw this and immediately stopped.

The masked men in black looked at each other and did not retreat, but no one dared to take a step forward.

Suddenly, the masked man in black made way for him. The man who came was a man in night clothes with only his eyes exposed!
A strong murderous aura suddenly emanated from her eyes. Zhang Fan smiled and used his divine sense to investigate. She was a sixth-grade cultivator, and she was a woman!
The woman in black thrust the sword into the ground with her right hand and rushed towards Zhang Fan fiercely. Her body shrunk and rolled in the air, and she had already pulled out a blue poisoned dagger from her trouser leg and stabbed towards Zhang Fan's eyes like a poisonous snake.

"A mere trifle!" Zhang Fan sneered. Even if he was stabbed by this poisoned weapon, so what? A Jindan stage master, can your mortal poison do anything to him?

"I'll play with you for a bit." Zhang Fan said, and then he just stretched out two fingers lightly, and Zhang Fan caught the dagger that the black-clothed woman was stabbing at him rapidly. With a slight force of his two fingers, the dagger broke into pieces and fell to the ground.

The black-clothed woman finally showed panic in her eyes. She didn't expect that the person who suddenly entered the scene would be so powerful!
She bounced her legs and tried to retreat, but Zhang Fan would not let her go so easily. He stroked the black-clothed man's arm holding the dagger down with his right hand and reached her waist. He didn't do anything to her, just wiped her waist and buttocks.

Through the clothes, I could vaguely feel the delicate skin beneath the black clothes, and it felt smooth to the touch.

Looking at the whole world, Zhang Fan’s current cultivation level is so astonishing!
Although he just touched it lightly and didn't take it seriously, the woman in black was still injured by Zhang Fan.

I heard a woman's muffled groan. The woman in black must have suffered serious internal injuries.

The black-clothed woman’s martial arts skills were indeed amazing. After spitting out a mouthful of blood, she quickly fled towards the Tianxin Sword Sect without asking any questions. The rest of the people also fled in all directions!

Zhang Fan wanted to chase after him, but then he thought, what does this have to do with him? He was already making a profit by taking advantage of him.

Besides, according to the general setting of the villain, these people have seen his appearance anyway, so they will probably go find him on their own!
Then I thought, what if I can’t find it?
He simply showed them the way and shouted in the direction of the woman in black: "I am Nanhai Shisanlang! Welcome to seek revenge!"

At the end, afraid that they didn't know, he added: "It's the one who defeated Wang Xianzhi in Wudi City a few days ago! Remember it! Oh! Pah! It's Yuzhou! Yuzhou Shisanlang!"

Zhang Fan seemed to have vaguely seen the woman fall down, which made him feel painful. These young people didn’t even know how to run. “I won’t chase you! Run slower! Hey! Just walk slowly! Don’t fall again!”

Zhang Fan seemed to have seen the woman in black turning her head and glaring at him.

However, Zhang Fan didn't care and walked a few steps into the yard. There were only a dozen corpses left. Judging from their clothes, they should be ordinary disciples. There were no old men, and they should not be friends of the master. This could be considered an answer to the master!

The Tianxin Sword Sect copy is over!

Copy harvest!

The complete set of martial arts of Tianxin Sword Sect!

After Zhang Fan packed up the rewards, he really didn't expect that things would end so quickly. He had nowhere to go, so he might as well go into Gusu for some sightseeing!
Suzhou City.

It was called Wu in ancient times, Su for short, and also known as Gusu, Pingjiang, etc. It is located in the central area of ​​the Yangtze River Delta, south of the Yangtze River and on the east bank of Taihu Lake!

On the ancient city wall, teams of soldiers were walking on the wall with spears in hand. Below the city, a gate several dozen feet high was opened, and two teams of fully armed soldiers were standing in a row at the gate. On the old city walls on both sides, there was a long row of arrest documents, many of which had turned yellow.

When Zhang Fan walked to the city gate, a group of yamen runners were holding a warrant for arrest and checking travelers entering and leaving the city gate.

"Stop!" A yamen runner saw Zhang Fan approaching, waved his hand and shouted. When Zhang Fan walked over, the yamen runner took out a stack of official documents from his arms, took them out one by one, and compared them with Zhang Fan. After a long time, he waved his hand and said helplessly: "Go!"

Zhang Fan shook his head and walked past the yamen runner. The city of Gusu was bustling with people coming and going. Tea houses and restaurants were lined up from one end of the street to the other.

You can faintly hear the soft Wu dialect and folk songs sung by the women in the building!

Could it be that Ninth Senior Sister Lin Xiner also has some property in Gusu City?

"Go! Get out of here! Get out of here!"

Suddenly, there was a commotion among the crowd in the distance. A fierce-looking man dressed in gangster clothes rushed over from the other side on a tall horse, shouting and cursing, waving a whip and hitting passers-by on both sides. Wherever he passed, people and horses fell to the ground.

"Catch him, he is the wanted criminal listed in the arrest warrant! More than 300 members of Qi Qin's family were all killed by him!" Behind the big man, a group of men dressed as constables were chasing him on horseback, brandishing the goose-feather swords in their hands with great vigor. Under the sunlight, they shone brightly, which made Zhang Fan a little annoyed!
The big man suddenly pulled the reins, and the horse raised its front hooves and uttered a cry. The big man turned the horse's head and stopped. He pulled out a machete from his back and grinned, "You young bastards, I see you have only been in this business for a short time. How dare you not recognize me, the Lone Thief!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Killing someone means paying with your life, no matter who you are. Captain Lin, this man is highly skilled in martial arts, come with me to capture him," the group of young detectives surrounded the big man and drew out their Five Tigers Breaking Gate Swords. The leader looked at the big man vigilantly and asked for help from the silent yamen runners and soldiers at the city gate.

But the group of yamen runners at the gate pretended not to see anything. Not only that, the captain of the police even found an excuse and hurriedly took all the brothers away.

The sturdy man saw that all the yamen runners at the door had left, and even the soldiers had made way. He grinned at the young captains around him and said, "See? If you want to get involved, you have to understand the situation. You've been chasing me all the way. I didn't want to get entangled with you, but you didn't know how to live or die. Since you are like this, I will help you."

The sturdy man drew a large knife from his waist and rushed towards the group of yamen runners with a fierce smile...

The sturdy man with a ferocious face jumped up from his horse and pounced on the group of yamen runners. The knife flashed and the man used a set of sharp knife skills. After a few exchanges, the group of yamen runners screamed in pain. After a while, they all fell on the street, leaving only a few ownerless horses wandering around the corpses.

The people nearby had already hidden away when the chase was happening and were watching from afar.

At the gate, the guards looked indifferent, as if they saw nothing.

The big man killed several yamen runners, laughed loudly, wiped the blood on the knife on the corpses, then mounted the tall horse, patted the horse's boots, and rode away.

Zhang Fan watched this farce coldly from beginning to end. The people around him were indifferent, as if they were no longer surprised by this phenomenon. Apparently, this kind of thing had happened more than once or twice.

Zhang Fan originally wanted to rescue these people, but after thinking about it, he decided not to. Given their nature, even if they escaped this time, they would die at the hands of others in the future. He could save them temporarily, but not forever. Moreover, judging from the reactions of others, they were accustomed to it. If he saved them every time he saw them, he would get tired of it. In addition, from the reactions of these yamen runners and soldiers, he could see that the Southern Ming court was so corrupt. What did this have to do with him?

Zhang Fan walked forward along the street, and something seemed to be flying behind him. Looking back, he saw that the big man who had just left was suddenly thrown in from outside the city gate. He spit out a large mouthful of blood in the air. His body was covered with sword marks, his skin and flesh were rolled up, and half of his body was soaked with blood.

The big man screamed and fell heavily to the ground, face down.

Trembling all over, the big man lay on the ground, bowed with both hands, and said in a trembling voice: "I didn't know you were here, please spare me! ... Spare my life!"

The man no longer had the same pride as before, he looked like a pitiful creature. His big and strong body kept shaking and his head banged against the bluestone slabs, making loud noises.

There was a burst of dense horse hoof sounds outside the city gate, and suddenly a sharp whistle was heard, and a shining sword shot in from outside the city gate like lightning. The big man just raised his head with a look of surprise on his face, and was pierced through the chest by the long sword and nailed into the bluestone floor.

A man in a long robe with a stern face rushed in from the city gate, tapped the ground with his toes, and landed lightly beside the big man, then gently drew out his sword.

Behind the man, hundreds of swordsmen in similar attire walked to the side of the previous man. The leader shook his hand and shot out a golden medal. The golden spike pierced into the ground with a clang. There was a pointed tip on the top of the three-foot square golden medal, with two copper bells hanging on it. One side of the golden medal was embroidered with exquisite patterns, and the other side was written in ancient seal script: Gusu Murong.

As soon as the gold medal came out, the people around cried out in surprise, the open window of the restaurant slammed shut, and on the street, hands stretched out from the open wooden doors and closed them. The street, which was originally crowded with people, quickly became deserted.

The leading man glanced coldly at Zhang Fan, the only person standing on the street. His eyes made his meaning clear: Murong family is doing business, outsiders, please don't interfere.

The man's cultivation was extraordinary, and he could see that Zhang Fan had mastered a unique skill, but he was unable to tell the depth of his skill. With a wave of his sword, hundreds of swordsmen in white jumped up lightly and landed on the roof of a nearby restaurant. In a few jumps, they disappeared from Zhang Fan's sight.

Where there are people, there is the world of martial arts. There is never a need for a reason to kill people in this world of martial arts. Zhang Fan silently gave a thumbs up to this person who knew when to advance and retreat.

Then he glanced at the direction where the white-clothed swordsmen disappeared, and thought, this Gusu Murong, could it be that Gusu Murong!
But why is the aura of these people so similar to those black-clothed men in Tianxin Sword Sect!

I wouldn't say they are exactly the same, there is absolutely no difference!

As Zhang Fan walked, he was thinking in his mind whether he should go to the villa on Taihu Lake. It doesn't make sense that Gusu Murong is already here, so the Fairy Sister is not here!
That’s the fairy sister!

Who could that woman in black be?
Ah Zhu?

Just thinking about it, I might as well take a look at the Langhuan Cave. Although it probably won’t have all the martial arts in the world like in the original book, at least the basics should be similar!
Then I heard a "pop!"
A white shadow fell from above. Zhang Fan was so absorbed in thought that he didn't pay much attention. Who would have his mind working like a radar all the time when nothing happened?

The sudden change startled him slightly. He flicked his right fingers slightly, and the white shadow flew out like an arrow and hit the opposite wall heavily.

Zhang Fan looked closely and found that it was one of the men in white.

Sporadic sounds of fighting could be heard overhead. It was obvious that the battle was almost over, with only a few small shrimps still struggling.

“Don’t overestimate your abilities!” A cold shout came from the eaves, and then several figures flew over like giant birds.

Zhang Fan moved and was already hanging on the roof. He saw hundreds of corpses of the men in white lying on the roof, and the weapons that he had originally used to fight the enemies were now stuck in his body.

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