Chapter 45: Entering Virtue with Shamelessness

Fan Xian’s eyes revealed a slight look of astonishment as he sighed in admiration, “As expected of a senior disciple of Master Bitter Lotus, as expected of a powerhouse on the ninth rank, to have my attack so easily neutralized.” His expression was fake, but his words had a few moments of truth to them, and Fan Xian knew very well that under the leadership of Uncle Five Bamboo, the filler master, he was indeed no match for the Haitang girl in front of him.

He retreated a step back, his face full of perseverance, inserted the poisoned dagger into his boot, and with a spread of his right hand, he invited, “I’m not the girl’s opponent in weaponry, so I’d like to teach the girl boxing and kicking skills.”

Haitang was slightly stunned, slowly withdrawing her sword into its sheath, the sword she carried with her was not very long, so the scabbard was hidden in the village girl’s clothes that did not match her identity, and it was actually not easy to find for a moment.

Fan Xian smiled and arched his hand in a salute, his toes stomped on the ground, and he actually turned into a gray dragon without any reasoning, rushing straight towards the girl’s body.

Haitang roundly opened the pair of bright to the extreme eyes, she since the teacher, do not know how many northern experts picked, but never met Fan Xian this kind of give up their lives and forget about death, bold and dry fighting style, is the other party does not know that this kind of stupid sprinting, they just need to turn around a little bit, will be able to completely grasp the initiative of the situation in the field?

Originally, her teacher, who was respected by the world, didn’t give her any other task, and even specifically instructed her not to cause trouble, but when Haitang saw that beautiful young man, who actually despised himself so much, she still couldn’t help but have her eyes light up for a moment, and thought that killing the other party in this regard also seemed to be a good choice.

Then she turned slightly on her heels, her entire center of gravity veering back two inches.

In a matter of moments, Fan Xian had already rushed in front of her, striking out with a straight punch without any frills, aiming at the very breasts that bulged underneath that flowery cloth garment.

When that fist was less than three inches away from Haitang’s body, Haitang’s body was like a willow branch, as if it was broken by the wind of the fist, the whole body fell backwards in an extremely marvelous way, drawing a semicircle with her heel as the axis, and after a moment, the whole person was like a wind, floating behind Fan Xian, lightly lifting her right palm, slapping it to the back of Fan Xian’s head.

It seemed like a simple action, but under Fan Xian’s speed and the extremely short cinnabar light reflecting at the time, it appeared incomparably subtle.

And that casual palm of hers was like swatting a fly, swatted so casually, so rightfully …… rightfully meaning, to the onlooker’s perception, that since that gentle palm had been swatted out, after the next moment, it would rightfully land on the back of Fan Xian’s head, swatting this generation of Poetry Immortals into a generation of Poetry Ghosts of the Underworld.

Unfortunately, she had misjudged Fan Xian’s reaction speed, his strong physical control, and the brutality of this young man’s domineering true qi.

So Fan Xian let out a muffled grunt, and the foot in front of him had already stepped deeply into the soft meadow mud! If an ordinary person tried to suddenly stop in such a high-speed forward rush, he would only be afraid that the knee of his right foot would shatter into several pieces because it couldn’t withstand the force, but Fan Xian used the powerful recoil to violently stop his body.

Without turning his head back, he pulled out the dagger in his boot with a snort and stabbed it backhandedly from under his armpit in an insidious manner!

The tip of the black sword was directed towards the very palm that was void and ethereal, as if it carried a hint of dust-removing immortal qi!

Haitang frowned, where did she expect this young man in front of her to be so shameless! But her heart was not half flustered, she flexed her finger and flicked it to the side of that black dagger like a viper in a flash of lightning, her palm naturally lifted slightly, and her sleeve snorted through, although she avoided the danger of the palm penetrating through, she still couldn’t flick Fan Xian away from this stab that was condensed with overbearing true qi.

The basket that had been hanging in the crook of her left elbow swung over unusually coincidentally.

The long dagger pierced into the basket, and after hissing and hissing, it turned into a sky full of broken bamboo shavings.

A faint aroma accompanied by a white smoke spread rapidly between the two. Haitang frowned again, closed the breath, toe point, will want to temporarily retreat, unexpectedly the white smoke in the noiselessly shot three crossbow arrows, to be found when she has come to a foot in front of the place!

If it’s a general ninth grade expert, after the breath is slightly disorganized, then immediately have to close the breath, can’t help but chest and abdomen will be a little depressed, and then steeply meet Fan Xian such crossbow shooting means, I’m afraid it’s hard to avoid. But Haitang after all is the legendary heavenly pulse person, only to see her coldly beckon, has been wrapped in the head of the flower cloth scarf wow sound open, flat spread in their cheeks before, the wind blowing does not move, as if the iron block.

Dang dang dang three crunching sounds, those three crossbow arrows even seemed to shoot on top of the iron plate, inch by inch broken, and the flower cloth scarf held in Haitang’s hand also disheveled and powerless broken into several pieces.

At this point, Fan Xian’s sneak attack failed. Haitang slowly pulled out her short sword from her clothes, expressionless, and threw it with her backhand, and the sword, like a bolt of lightning, cleaved through the faint poisonous smoke, followed a strange trajectory, and swiftly killed in front of Fan Xian.

Fan Xian’s hands staggered, his body’s domineering true qi sprinted out, snapping, clamping the short sword in his palm, only to feel a scorching pain in his palm, knowing that the other party’s pure true qi was still attached to the body of the sword, sharp and incomparable.

A shadow drifted in, Haitang’s figure actually seemed to be less than a fraction slower than this flying sword, and immediately came to Fan Xian’s body, holding the hilt of the sword extremely blandly and gently turning it.

Fan Xian stifled a grunt, and his true qi was mobilized to his palms, which actually prevented Haitang’s sword from reversing. Haitang slightly stared, seemingly a little surprised that the true qi coming from the sword was so brutal, but there was no unnecessary movement, naturally drawing her sword out, stabbing back at Fan Xian’s face.

A very simple action, a very natural action, but it gave rise to a thought in Fan Xian’s mind that he couldn’t avoid it, and with a slight pain in his palms, the short sword that he had clamped onto had disappeared, and in the next moment it had come to his own brow.

Haitang let out a low cry! It was actually filled with anger, and her entire body floated up.

Below the small of her back was the black dagger that Fan Xian had reappeared from somewhere.

The two young powerhouses, one standing on the meadow, the other flying in midair, Fan Xian’s pungent sword caused Haitang’s natural sword to return with no success, and her body sped around in a circle on top of Fan Xian’s, the flowery cloth garment on her body opening up like a flower and shaking her eyes a bit.

A hand reached out from the flower and slapped at Fan Xian’s chest.

Fan Xian’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he actually avoided it without even dodging it, his right palm clamping down on the strong, domineering true qi, slapping at the soft chest of Miss Haitang in that flower.

Haitang retreated again, sidestepping her sword. Ding ding ding ding ding ding, when the palm winds subsided, the tips of their swords collided an unknown number of times.

A moment later, Haitang slightly lowered her head, holding her sword in her right hand, sliding back to the rear. The cloth scarf wrapped around her hair had long been shattered into pieces, at this time, she had black hair like a waterfall spreading out, although she was still wearing the coarse cloth clothes, but the momentum of holding the sword was as clear and beautiful as a woman of the nine heavens, where there was still half of a village girl’s temperament.

On the other hand, Fan Xian stared at her person, but his own hand that was holding the dagger tightly was trembling slightly. A feeling of frustration rose up in his heart, it was fine that his moves were not as good as this woman’s, but even his own overbearing true qi, which he had always been proud of, seemed to be completely at a disadvantage in front of this woman’s light and rounded pure true qi.

In fact, Haitang’s heart was even more astonished, she did not know how many masters she would have met since she had left the school, and Fan Xian was clearly not the strongest one, his strength was at best just stepping into the threshold of the Ninth Grade – but the one who had made himself the most lousy was Fan Xian.

Fan Xian just refused to show weakness in front of a woman; it was the sour streak in his bones. Haitang was a supreme powerhouse on the ninth rank, and if he had been facing Yan Xiaoyi, perhaps he would have fled long ago, but he was facing a village girl, and he very strongly and foolishly chose to strike.

Luckily, the way he struck out was extremely shameless, and not at all the same as a normal strong person fighting against a strong person.

Haitang stared at his handsome face, suddenly revealing a hint of disgust as she said, “Among the younger generation, Lord Fan is also considered an expert, it’s just that his methods are so shameless, how can there be any semblance of the spirit of martial arts?”

Rightly so, earlier Fan Xian said that he had agreed to compete in fisticuffs, but he used a dagger to sneak attack, and in the end, what poisonous smoke and crossbow arrows, dragon claw and milk grabbing hand, and street selling and yin ruffling sword were all used, where had Hai Tang ever seen this kind of shameless person.

Fan Xian took two breaths, calmed down the slightly disorganized breath between his chest and abdomen, and said with a forced smile: ”I’ve never been a martial arts expert, so naturally, I won’t follow any rules of the jianghu. I’m the Qing State Supervisory Academy’s Tisan, an official, the girl is from Northern Qi, but now she’s trespassing into the country and standing on top of our Qing State’s land, I just need to capture you for punishment, where would I care what means I use?”

Haitang was silent, seemingly recognizing this explanation of his.

She slowly closed her eyes and took a deep breath, and that unusually natural and clear aura began to strengthen around her body, and the dew in the meadow beside her seemed to begin to leap for joy, struggling down the blades of grass and transforming into a light mist.

Fan Xian narrowed his eyes, knowing that the palm he slapped at the other party’s chest and the thrust he stabbed at the other party’s private parts had caused this Generation Heavenly Pride to move into true anger.

Like a wind blowing through, and like a ray of light sweeping through, this early morning spring breeze blew gently through the meadow, and the tip of Haitang’s sword followed the wind’s momentum, utilizing the light and shadows, gently and naturally stabbing at Fan Xian again. This second strike seemed gentler than the previous one, but Fan Xian knew that it was also more menacing.

His feet were a little numb, the aftereffects of the night’s intense battle finally kicking in, and facing a supreme powerhouse on the Ninth Grade, he knew that there was no way he could fight her hard, he didn’t have the strength.

So Fan Xian abandoned the dagger, withdrew his palms, narrowed his eyes slightly, no longer attacking, relying on every ounce of contact between his body’s skin and the air, he began to dodge the short sword’s sword momentum that was like a heavenly creation.

Many years ago, he had done this, when Five Bamboos held a wooden stick.

Today, he did it again, with a short sword in his opposite hand.

Five Bamboo was able to knock him, but Haitang …… is not Five Bamboo, and she is still far inferior to Five Bamboo even if she is a supreme powerhouse on the ninth rank.