Chapter 9: The Long Street Sword Fight

  "Who is it?"

  "Who dares to insult the reputation of our Quanzhen Sect!"

  Yin Zhiping and Zhao Zhijing suddenly changed color, slammed their fists on the table, and stood up in anger. They turned their heads to look in the direction of the sound, and at the same time, their hands unconsciously reached for the long swords at their waists, as if they were about to draw them out at any moment.

  At this time, the Quanzhen School was already the largest orthodox sect, and the founder of the school was also the number one master in the world. Although he had passed away, his legacy remained. The current leader of the Quanzhen Seven Sons were all top-notch masters on the Jianghu, and the sect's influence was at its peak. Therefore, the disciples within the sect also had an unspoken air of arrogance. And Yin and Zhao were among the elite of the third generation of disciples, their arrogance even more pronounced. At this time, hearing someone speak with disdain not only towards them but also towards the Quanzhen School itself, they naturally became extremely irritated.

  The two of them suddenly stood up, but they startled all the other people who were dining in the wine shop. Especially when Yin and Zhao's eyes scanned the room, the diners hastily lowered their heads, not daring to meet their gaze, fearing that they would misunderstand.

  Although this place is located at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, where martial arts are prevalent, there are still more ordinary people. Taking the diners in this tavern as an example, among the dozen or so people eating on the second floor, only Yin Zhao and Ling Mu Yun are truly skilled in martial arts, while the rest are mostly ordinary citizens living nearby who dare not intervene in such a martial conflict.

  However, the retreat of the surrounding diners has brought out Ling Muyun, who eats and drinks with abandon. Yin and Zhao's eyes lit up, and they suddenly understood that the previous words were probably from this young man who looked two or three years younger than them.

  Zhao Zhi Jing turned to Ling Mu Yun and asked in a cold voice: "Young man, did you say that just now?"

  "It was me who said it, what's your opinion?" Ling Mu Yun put down the chopsticks in his hand and glanced at Zhao Zhi Jing with a nonchalant expression, saying calmly.

  He said that sentence with the intention of provoking, wanting to find an excuse to deal with Yin and Zhao. Now that things have come to a head, he naturally won't retreat in the slightest. Otherwise, since Jiangnan Liu Guai is not related to him, why should he take the lead for them?

  Yin Zhiping's face also had a layer of frost after hearing Ling Muyun's words: "This friend, you are slandering the reputation of my Quanzhen Sect in this public place, don't you think it's a bit too much?"

  "Slander the reputation of your Quanzhen Sect? What a big hat." Ling Muyun smiled coldly and said, "Your Quanzhen Sect has many people and great power, who dares to slander? I'm just a straightforward person, can't help but tell the truth. How is it that you don't even allow people to speak the truth?"

  "Yin Shidi, I think this little guy is probably a wicked and evil outsider with ulterior motives. There's no need to waste any more words on him, let's just take him down first!"

  Compared to Yin Zhiping, Zhao Zhijing was more ruthless and decisive. Before two sentences were spoken, he had already put a big hat of evil demon on Ling Muyun's head. With a "ding" sound, he drew his sword and didn't care if he would hurt the innocent customers in the tavern. He kicked off the ground and flew over the two tables between them, his long sword drawing a cold light in the air as it stabbed towards Ling Muyun's throat.

  "Hmph——"

  A louder sword hum rose in the tavern, and Ling Muyun's eyes flashed with a sharp light. The long sword at his waist was instantly unsheathed, like a dazzling flash of lightning, and in an instant it collided with Zhao Zhijing's sword, accurately striking the weakest part of the blade.

  A crisp metallic collision sounded like a sudden spring thunder, and Ling Muyun's body suddenly shook, and the chair slid back two feet. His face turned slightly red, and then returned to normal. Zhao Zhijing, who flew over, lost his balance and fell out, hitting his head on an empty dining table, smashing the good table into four or five pieces, and falling in a very sorry state.

  "It's a fierce battle, run quickly!"

  Because things happened too quickly, the diners in the tavern didn't react until both sides had exchanged a move. Until Zhao Zhi Jing was defeated and fell to the ground, the crowd of diners finally understood what was happening, and suddenly there was a burst of panic. No one cared about eating anymore, and they rushed out in a swarm, knocking over tables and chairs, creating a chaotic mess as they surged downstairs.

  "Zhang Shixiong, are you okay?"

  Yin Zhiping rushed to Zhao Zhijing's side and asked with concern, but instead of bending down to help him up, he drew his long sword and watched Ling Muyun with a vigilant expression. Although Yin Zhiping was not very old, he had already started traveling the jianghu two or three years ago and had some experience in the jianghu, knowing well the importance of being cautious when facing an enemy.

  However, Ling Muyun did not intend to pursue the victory. He stood up from his chair, glanced at Yin and Zhao, and sneered: "There's no need to be so tense. It's inconvenient to fight here. I'll go downstairs and wait for you."

  Without waiting for Yin and Zhao's response, he directly leaped out of the window by the table and landed on the long street like a big bird.

  "Yin Shidi, I'm fine, you go after him quickly, we can't let this villain get away!"

  Zhao Zhi Jing was only slightly injured, the injury was not serious, just a temporary backache, and Yin Zhi Ping had already arrived in front of him to support him, so he didn't get up from the ground immediately. But as soon as he saw Ling Mu Yun jumping out of the building, Zhao Zhi Jing became anxious, fearing that Ling Mu Yun would run away and he wouldn't be able to find anyone to avenge himself. So he hurriedly got up and urged Yin Zhi Ping while doing so.

  "Zhao Shixiong, you're fine, that's all that matters. I'll go after him now. Be careful yourself, Shixiong." Yin Zhiping heard Zhao Zhi Jing say he was fine and immediately felt a sense of relief, but also worried that Ling Mu Yun would escape, so he instructed Zhao Zhi Jing for a moment before also jumping out the window in pursuit.

  As soon as he jumped out of the window, Yin Zhiping had already seen someone standing quietly on the long street, who was exactly Ling Mu Yun who had just jumped out of the building. Seeing that Ling Mu Yun had indeed kept his promise and not escaped, his heart suddenly felt at ease, no longer so anxious, according to the secret kung fu technique taught by his master, he floated gently down to the ground like a goose landing on a sandy beach.

  Ling Yun looked at Yin Zhi Ping, whose figure was as light as a goose landing, and nodded secretly in his heart. He knew that the qing gong used by Yin Zhi Ping should be Jin Yan Gong of Quan Zhen Sect. In the original work, Guo Jing had learned this skill from Ma Yu, and after practicing it to perfection, he could climb cliffs dozens of feet high, which was a top-notch qing gong.

  A glimpse of the leopard's spots, from this it can be seen that the Quanzhen martial arts passed down by Wang Chongyang are still quite impressive, but later generations of disciples were not worthy, and no one was able to practice or approach his level. Furthermore, the leadership was not proper, which led to the decline of the Quanzhen sect's influence, ultimately resulting in a scattered and fragmented state.

  After landing, Yin Zhiping raised the long sword in his hand and pointed at Ling Muyun, shouting: "Evil thief, you insulted the reputation of my Quanzhen Sect first, and then injured my fellow Zhao, my Quanzhen Sect will not let you off easily. If you know what's good for you, drop your weapon and surrender, follow me to Chongyang Palace to await the punishment of our sect leader. Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite!"

  Yin Zhiping's words were full of confidence, although he was surprised to see Ling Muyun defeat Zhao Zhijian with one sword, and he was also amazed that Ling Muyun had such martial arts skills at a young age. But he didn't think that his opponent's martial arts could surpass his own. It wasn't that Yin Zhiping thought his own martial arts were stronger than Zhao Zhijian's, but because he felt that he had already figured out Ling Muyun's true abilities.

  Judging from the exchange between Zhao Zhi Jing and Ling Mu Yun, Ling Mu Yun's internal energy is not stronger than Zhao Zhi Jing's, and may even be slightly weaker. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been shaken back several feet in one move, taking his chair with him. It was only because Zhao Zhi Jing underestimated the enemy and struck recklessly that Ling Mu Yun was able to take advantage of the situation. In terms of actual ability, it's not certain that Ling Mu Yun would emerge victorious.

  While he and Zhao Zhi Jing were evenly matched in their usual sparring, he knew that Zhao was overly competitive and narrow-minded. So during their matches, he would hold back a bit, thinking to himself that if they were to fight to the death, he would likely emerge victorious. This was why, despite knowing that Ling Mu Yun's martial arts skills were not ordinary, Yin Zhi Ping still had full confidence in himself.

  Ling Mu Yun had no idea what Yin Zhi Ping was thinking, otherwise he would have definitely ridiculed him for being overconfident. Currently, Ling Mu Yun's weakest aspect of his martial arts skills was his internal energy, although the internal energy technique he practiced was from the Nine Yin Manual, which was known as the ultimate guide to martial arts in the world. However, it had only been a short period of time, and internal energy required slow accumulation through hard work, with no shortcuts available. Therefore, despite Ling Mu Yun's diligent practice over the past half year, his internal energy had only just begun to take root, and on the Jianghu, he was only at a third-rate level. Compared to Yin Zhi Ping and Zhao Zhi Jing, who had been practicing Xuanmen internal energy for many years, he was still slightly at a disadvantage.

  But if one were to judge his martial arts skills based on this, it would be a great mistake. Although his internal strength is only average due to the short training time, his external skills are quite impressive, especially the 81-road Evil-Expelling Divine Sword technique which he has mastered extremely well.

  In the midst of laughter and pride, Lin Pingzhi's internal strength didn't improve much after practicing the Evil-Expelling Sword Technique, only reaching a level of 4 or 5 streams. However, he was able to easily defeat Yu Canghai, a top-notch master, with the technique, showcasing its formidable power.

  Ling Muyun's eighty-first route of the Evil-Expelling Sword was an improvement on the Evil-Expelling Sword Technique, although it had lost some of its evil and strange aspects. Its power was similar to that of the original technique, so even if a master with internal energy cultivation one or two levels higher than his were to face him, they would find it difficult to gain any advantage. As for Yin Zhiping, whose internal energy was only slightly stronger than his, he didn't stand a chance.

  Ling Muyun held his treasured sword horizontally in front of his chest, and coldly laughed: "Less nonsense, Surname Yin. If you want me to follow you to Chongyang Palace, let's see if you have the ability!"

  "Then let you witness the power of my Quanzhen swordsmanship!" Yin Zhiping suddenly shouted, his body fiercely leaping forward, his long sword thrust out in front, a cold light flashing towards Ling Mu Yun.

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