April 23, morning.

The sun is shining.

The east wind greeted each other, gently warm, and blew the horse's mane flying.

Hong Fan rode the tiger eater and arrived to the west of Xijing City.

This city is the meeting of a state, with a population of more than one million, and the essence of Liangzhou.

Hong Fan was on his horse, and he could see the moat from the Yao River in the distance, which was dozens of meters wide.

After that, the high wall stretched in the north-south direction, and with a single glance, you could see the seventeen or eighteen miles long city, which was close to the perimeter of Gimhae City.

Only the height of the city is only four zhang, which is one zhang lower than the golden sea, and it is difficult to call it majestic.

There are sixteen city gates in Xijing, and the one facing the west is called Andingmen.

At the doorway, several local merchants were arguing with the city guards about the taxes and fees for entering the city.

Hong Fan followed the flow of people onto the stone bridge, turned over and dismounted, took out the road guide issued by Zheng Zhun, and passed the customs smoothly.

The city gate road is four feet long.

Out of the doorway, on the street, another world.

In Gimhae City, the third or fourth floor building is already the tallest, but it can be seen everywhere here.

After walking two miles, Hong Fan even saw several huge pavilions on the sixth and seventh floors.

Compared with Western Xinjiang, the water system in Xijing City is very rich.

Hong Fan mingled among the pedestrians, stopping and walking along the street as if no one was looking forward to it.

The terrain grew higher and higher from his feet, the air grew moister, and finally the terraces on both sides were exhausted, and the view suddenly opened.

But he unknowingly came to a bridge.

Passing through the city is the Yao River, which runs through three states and one country, and is famous in Liangzhou.

Even more famous than the river is the bridge in front of you.

The name of the bridge is "Xianzun", it is four zhang wide, crosses the river surface of 300 meters, and connects the two cities of the east and west.

If you look closely, there is no gap in the bridge, as if it was made naturally and formed in one piece.

In the Middle Ages of the previous life, it was a spectacle that could not be accomplished by human beings.

Hong Fan walked in front of the raised bridge and stood still at the center of the highest bridge.

The gaze is swept and the scenery is infinite.

In the north, the river is gentle, and the scenery of half of the city hangs upside down, only rippling slightly in the wind.

In the south, the water passes through the bridge hole, and the warm lines stretch for 100 meters, like carved jasper with ripples.

Hong Beom briefly held his breath.

It was the first time he had seen such a wide and beautiful body of water since he had crossed.

Moreover, the water is not only in the Yao River.

To the east, the sunlight melts into a golden stream that cascades on the blue-tiled roofs.

"Little brother, you are dressed in a suit and have a strong horse, you are new from other places, right?"

An old voice interjected.

Hong Fan looked back and saw that it was an old man in ragged clothes with tangled hair and beard talking.

"The old man explained to you that this Xianzun Bridge was cultivated by Mu Xianzun, the martial saint of four hundred years ago."

"The Prophet Muhammad practiced the Sutra of Dividing Mountains and Mountains, and with a wave of his hand, the land on both sides of the river came to life."

"Dirt and stones form arms and climb to the center of the river."

"The west side climbed six times, and the east bank climbed seven times, and then they were connected to the left and right, and together they turned back into dead things."

"This bridge is a success!"

"Without this bridge, there would be no current Xijing, and I would have starved to death long ago!"

The old man smiled crookedly, shook the pottery bowl in his hand, and the meaning could not be clearer.

Hong Fan replied "Thank you", took out two coins of broken silver, dismounted and walked two steps, bent down and put it in the bowl.

There is no crisp jingle of the usual silver coins colliding with clay.

The old man was rewarded, but the people were stunned.

He glanced at Hong Fan with wide eyes, withdrew the pottery bowl, and pursed his mouth and stopped making a sound.

Hong Fan nodded to him, led the red flag, and crossed the Xianzun Bridge.

On Qiaodong Avenue, he walked for miles and was blocked by pedestrians again.

But on the roofs of the two buildings opposite each other across the street, there was a warrior standing in his hands.

On the top of the third floor on the left, a young man dressed in black stood on the spine, looking to be twenty-two or three years old.

On the fourth floor on the right, another person is wearing an aqua blue military uniform, standing on tiptoe on the cornice, but he is younger.

The two are going to fight.

In Hong Fan's perception, there was a significant change in the aura of heaven and earth in the two genera of Jin Shui—this showed that the two of them had at least sympathetic cultivation between heaven and man.

So he tightened his grip on the red flag and stopped at the outskirts of the crowd.

But the civilians in the inner circle are not afraid at all.

"Two sons, don't hurt the eaves of my host's house!"

At the very end, a middle-aged man who looked like a steward shouted loudly.

"If there is any damage, I will compensate you twice as much as Fan Zhengzhi of the 'Wave Breaking Knife'."

The young man in the aqua blue military uniform shouted, and suddenly pulled out the long knife he was carrying.

The qi machine pulled, and the black-clothed warrior immediately struck.

With a flick of his wrist, three fine iron meteors flew out of his sleeve, so fast that they could be caught beyond the eyes of ordinary people.

This is the iconic killing method of Xijing Golden Magnetic Gate.

Combined with this person's phoenix eyes and sword eyebrows and black iron ring, Hong Fan immediately understood his identity.

[Tianjiao List Ninety-eighth: 'Snap of the Finger Thunderbolt' Cao Hanhai, Liangzhou Golden Magnetic Gate, Practicing "Iron Hand" ......]

The light streaked across the clear blue sky between the long streets.

The blue-clothed young man slashed three times in a row, knocking the iron meteor far away.

[Therefore, this battle will determine the attribution of a place on the Tianjiao List......]

Hong Fan looked at all this in a slight trance, and actually had a feeling that he had heard the story thousands of times and suddenly came to reality.

The water vapor exploded with the slash and drifted away in the wind.

Fan Zhengzhi made a lot of preparations before coming to the challenge.

He knows that he is agile and fast, and he will be exhausted once he is mastered by the other party.

The water is really surging.

Fan Zhengzhi jumped up from the cornice, and the water vapor condensed on the knife surface, expanding the blade surface.

The sound of the tide rises out of thin air on the long street.

The sword is raised, and the waves are split.

Cao Hanhai clasped his fingers together, and the iron meteor was pulled back on all sides, ready to intercept.

At this moment, Fan Zhengzhi smiled weirdly.

In the eyes of everyone, his figure disappeared in mid-air.

Almost at the same time, Cao Hanhai felt a darkness on his left, showing his opponent who was coming with a knife.

[What kind of killing method is this, which can move two feet in an instant? ] 】

Hong Fan's pupils shrunk in disbelief.

Stepping on the spine, Cao Hanhai did not move, suddenly stretched his hands, and blasted the circling confluence of iron meteors towards the front.

Then everyone saw that the empty void was "shattered."

The water splashes, circulating and refracting the light, casting thousands of light and shade on the street.

The real wavebreaker is still in place.

[So the trick just now is a blinding method completed by a water mirror vapor barrier, similar to a mirage? ] 】

Hong Fan suddenly woke up.

The killing move failed, Fan Zhengzhi was shot down by the iron meteor, and after struggling to maintain a few breaths, he was completely defeated.

"Brother Cao, how did you see through the 'mirage'?"

The long knife was unsheathed, he asked unwillingly.

"Because your sword shines in the sun."

Cao Hanhai replied with a smile.

"The light doesn't match the direction of the sun."

Fan Zhengzhi was annoyed when he heard this, and hurriedly bowed.

The victory and defeat were decided, and the two young men left along the north and south of the long street.

Everywhere there is talk of the war just now.

"I heard that the Wave Breaking Knife is from Hongyi City, and I came to Xijing to challenge the 'River Turning Dragon'."

"So you lost before you saw the main master? Cao Hanhai's ranking is three places lower than Ao Zhiji. ”

"His mirage is just a trick."

"When you first see you, you may be caught off guard, and if you see you again, it's not fresh, where can you be on the top of the sky......"

Pedestrians express their opinions in twos and threes.

The clogged streets gradually cleared.

(End of chapter)