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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.

"Di Hongtian …" 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 Yu Long who was hiding in the half-ruined tea house and seemed to have lost his soul. They couldn't help but gloat in their hearts.

Didn't you, Yu Long, rely on the backing of the Yu Family Castle? You're not afraid of the heavens or the earth.

"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 man glanced at Yu Long and said lightly, "I heard that the sword in his hand is a thousand jin. Without a single sixty year of skill, he won't 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 large man shook his head and turned to look at Yu Long, saying, "I heard, he once said that as long as someone can defeat him, the sword in his hand will belong to that person. It won't be easy for him to see that sword."

Yu Long snorted lightly, his expression incomparably sinister. However, at this moment, the terrible screams in his heart had already been annihilated by that single strike of the axe.

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 …" Yu Long raised his head to look at the White Horse Temple on the mountain, the fear in his eyes was barely discernible.

The White Horse Temple was one of the nine great sects. It was not like those small sects or messy clans in the martial arts world. Whether it was in the martial arts world or the imperial court, it was a huge existence.

"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 had dared to challenge the nine great sects?

"This Yu Long really isn't afraid of death." A burly man looked at Yu Long's departing figure, his face filled with ridicule.

In his impression, Yu Long was indeed vicious and merciless, but he was definitely not unafraid of death. On the contrary, he was extremely protective of his life, otherwise, with his personality, he would not have provoked anyone that he could not afford to offend.

"Could it be that he wants to challenge the experts of the White Horse Temple?" His gaze moved past Yu Long and landed on the youth in front of him, and a trace of astonishment 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 a disrespect to Buddha …"

Many well-dressed people pointed.

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 guests who were near the youngster also felt a pressuring aura coming from him. Within a few feet of the youngster, there seemed to be an invisible barrier, preventing them from approaching him and pushing 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 the guests at the foot of the mountain saw the people behind the youth, they immediately came to a conclusion.

"What is he doing?"

The finger pointing discussion 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 in buddhist robes appeared, Hosh 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.

"I, Di Hongtian, have come to challenge you!" The young man's body was filled with a violent energy. The wind was blowing around him and his hair was dancing in the wind. However, his voice was still as calm as before.