C3 Sword Weighs a Thousand Kilograms

People stopped at the bazaar, and the vendors forgot to clean up the overturned stalls. They dodged to both sides of the road, leaving a blank road in the middle that led out of the bazaar.

A youth was carrying a sword on his shoulder as he slowly walked forward. Numerous gazes were focused on him, some of surprise, some shock, and some of fear …

"Who the hell is he?" A beautiful lady pulled the child who was standing beside her tightly and whispered to her husband who was standing in front of her.

"I don't know, but it's better if we don't provoke such a person!" He turned his head to look at the other side. There was still a pile of meat sauce on the ground. There was astonishment on his face, but also a trace of disbelief.

In their Fengshui County, they were a terrifying demon. Even the people in the government seemed to be afraid of them, but facing that young man, they didn't even dare to say a single word. They didn't even dare to take back the corpse of their second in-charge and quickly left.

It felt like a vicious wolf had suddenly run into a lion.

Regardless of the young man's identity or background, they were not people that ordinary people could afford to offend. Even if they were on good terms with such a person, as long as there was even the slightest disturbance around him, it would be enough to completely obliterate his corpse.

"Dihongtian …" The injured man and the other men were gathered together. One of them looked at the young man, his eyes filled with shock. "Big Brother, is it that person?"

The big man's internal organs were injured, and blood was still dripping from the corner of his mouth. He slowly nodded, "It shouldn't be wrong!"

"Rumor has it that he's very young. I didn't expect him to be young to this extent. Judging from his appearance, he's at most fifteen or sixteen years old."

The few of them looked at Yuloong who was hiding in the half ruined tea house as if he had lost his soul, and could not help but gloat in their hearts.

Your Yuloong relied on the backing of Yu Family Castle, and was not afraid of the heavens or the earth, this time you have finally met someone fierce, right?

"Big brother, I heard that he has been challenging seventeen sects, six great families, and not a single one of them lost. I'm afraid that this young man's strength is comparable to those famous First Rated Warriors in the martial arts world." A person whispered.

"Even if I can't, I'm not too far off." The big sized man glanced at Yuloong, and said indifferently: "I heard that the sword in his hand is a thousand kilograms heavy, without a single sixty percent of strength, he wouldn't even be able to lift it."

"How is this possible? With his age, how can he have a power of sixty years?" Furthermore, how can there be such a heavy sword in this world? " The others found it hard to believe.

"In the martial arts world, there is no limit to the heaven and the earth. There is always someone stronger than you, and there are many capable people. How could we possibly know all of this?" The big sized man shook his head and turned to look at Yuloong, saying: "I heard, he once said that as long as someone can defeat him, the sword in his hands will belong to that person. It's not easy to see that sword."

Yuloong snorted lightly, his expression extremely gloomy. But at this moment, the terrible cry in his heart had already been annihilated by that axe strike.

He coldly stared at the big man and the few people beside him. He turned his head to look at the back of the youth as he walked away. He looked in the direction he went and then raised his head to look at the mountain peak in front of him.

In front of the bazaar, not too far away, was the White Horse Mountain. Standing in the bazaar, one could clearly see the majestic temples on the mountain peak.

"Ever since he appeared, every time he appeared, he would challenge a sect or aristocratic family. Could it be that he intends to …" Yuloong raised his head and looked at the White Horse Temple on the mountain.

The White Horse Temple was one of the Jiudaguozong, not like those small sects and clans in the martial arts world, or the imperial court.

"Follow them and take a look!" After a slight hesitation, he followed her out in large strides.

He had a premonition that a shocking event had occurred today. How many years had it been since anyone dared to challenge the Jiudaguozong?

"This Yuloong is really not afraid of death." A big sized man looked at the distant figure of Yuloong following the youth, with a ridiculing expression on his face.

In his impression, the Yuloong was indeed ruthless, but it was definitely not because he was not afraid of death. On the contrary, it was because he valued his life greatly, otherwise, with his personality, he would definitely not provoke anyone he could not afford to provoke.

"Could it be that he wants to challenge the Baimasigaoshou?" His gaze moved past the Yuloong and landed on the youth in front of him. An additional look of shock appeared on his face.

"Let's go and take a look as well!"

Although the big man was injured, he didn't want to miss out on the chance that something like that might have happened.

"Ah …" If it's really him, then it's really possible. " The rest of the group reacted as well. "Go, go, go …"

At the foot of the Baima Mountain, there was a stone staircase spiraling upwards, directly leading to the Baima Temple.

The stone steps were carved and polished from white stone. The stone was spotlessly white. The disciples of the temple would clean it every now and then without a speck of dust.

It was said that the stone steps numbered over one thousand and three hundred steps. It was built by a disciple of the temple by himself in order to temper his state of mind.

"Puff puff puff …"

The youth carried his sword as he advanced, step by step.

When the guests saw the youth dressed in coarse hemp and carrying a weapon, many of them revealed a trace of disgust and dissatisfaction.

"How can a buddhist sect enter a peaceful place with a killing weapon?"

"This is disrespect to Fozu …"

There were many well-dressed Zhizhidiandian s.

The youth remained silent. His expression didn't change in the slightest as he silently proceeded forward.

Soon, the guests noticed that something was off. Not a single person came up the mountain behind the youth. Only a few people followed the youth from a distance, and they all seemed to be very careful.

Some of the approaching Xiashanxiangke also sensed an intimidating aura from the youth. Within a few feet of the youth, there seemed to be an invisible barrier that prevented them from approaching him, forcing him away.

Gradually, the guests on the rock stairs began to avoid the young man. A path opened up in the middle of the stone steps, leading straight to the top of the mountain.

"This young man is not simple!" When Xiashanxiangke saw the people behind the teenager, he immediately made his judgement.

"What is he doing?"

The discussion in the Zhizhidiandian had died down, and only a few people were guessing in their hearts.

The pilgrims all avoided it. The youth walked alone in the middle of the stone steps, which seemed very peculiar. The entire stone steps seemed to be centered around him, with everyone acting as a foil.

Some of the pilgrims that descended the mountain could not hold their curiosity in. They stopped and looked at the youth as he continued on his way.

The youth walked at a moderate pace, 1300 levels of stone steps. In the time it took half a stick of incense to burn, he finally reached the top and stood in front of the temple gate with the huge stone monolith of the White Horse Temple.

"Almsgiver, the Pure Land of Buddha does not allow the entrance of weapons into the temple." Two monks wearing buddhist robes appeared, Heeshen said.

"Bam!"

The youth flicked his wrist, and the heavy sword hit the ground. White stone cracked and caved in, and web-like cracks spread for several feet.

"My Dihongtian has come specially to challenge you!" The young man's body was filled with violent force, the Zhoudafeng was in his hands, and his robes were fluttering, but his voice was still as calm as before.